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In Remembrance to Dobby
"Dobby?" Harry asked, sounding heartbroken. The elf did not deserve this fate.
Dobby tried to comfort Harry while the rest of the hall wondered why the Boy-Who-Lived cried over a house-elf.
"Isn't Dobby the elf buried at Victorie's?"
"Figure you'd say 'at Victorie's' instead of 'at Bill's," James teased his (unofficial) older brother.
who was more free and full of love
than any elf, and most humans
"That's true," Hermione agreed.
"And he wears some freaking awesome socks," Ron added.
Dobby beamed.
and who wore some freaking awesome socks
"...Awkward," George sang.
The rest of the hall laughed.
We see a beach with a cottage in the distance.
Dobby and Harry, both covered in blood appear with a 'pop'. They are some feet apart.
"Dobby, is this Shell Cottage? Have we come to the right place? Dobby?"
The wizard, two wands in his right hand, ready to fight, looked around.
"DOBBY!"
Both looked down the elf's chest wide eyed and noticed a the silver hilt of a knife sticking out of it.
"Dobby—no—HELP! HELP!" Harry shouted towards the cottage and the peope coming out of it.
The blood was spreading across Dobby's front, the elf reached out for the wizard who caught him and laid him down.
"Dobby, no, don't die, don't die—"
They looked each other in the eyes.
"Harry . . . Potter . . . ", then, the elf's trembling lips, as well as his whole body, became still, unmoving.
Quite a few first and second years were crying after the scene.
"What is Shell Cottage?" Bill asked.
Logan answered, "It's the house of you and your wife. And in our time your children."
Molly squealed and her son paled.
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