Okay, so this is probably the longest chapter I've written and definitely the one I had to think about the most. I hope my hard work pays off and that you guys like it :)

Disclaimer: Only in the most awesome of dreams do I own this. In real life, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.


Chapter 11

"Okay, that's it. What's the matter with you two?"

Harry froze; he felt Hermione's whole body tense next to him.

He slowly turned around and faced Ron while Hermione continued to pack as if she hadn't heard anything.

"What do you mean, Ron?" asked Harry, trying to act as innocent as possible.

"Well, you guys have been acting weird lately," answered Ron. "Awkward, even."

Harry looked at Hermione, who was still packing things away for their imminent departure. He looked back at Ron, still not knowing what to say.

"I'm sure you're just imagining things, Ronald," Hermione said, still not turning to face him.

"Oh, so she does talk! I was beginning to wonder," exclaimed Ron.

Hermione quickly stood up and glared at him.

"Alright, calm down both of you," interrupted Harry. "Ron, there isn't anything going on between us." Harry felt wrong saying that but technically, he wasn't lying; he didn't look at Hermione, though.

Ron looked at both of them. "Look, I may be slow but I'm not blind. You two have been acting weird around each other for a while now."

"Are you really going to do this again?" Hermione asked. Harry could see that she was getting angrier by the second.

"Do what? All I'm doing is asking a question. I didn't know it was a bad thing to worry about my friends," retorted Ron.

"Oh, well that's rich coming from you," Hermione snapped.

"Oh, here we go. Look I know I left but that doesn't mean that I wasn't worried about you two the whole time," Ron said, his voice rising.

Hermione was about to respond when she felt a hand on her arm. Her whole body relaxed instantly as she looked at Harry.

"This isn't the time for fighting, guys." Harry looked at both of them. "We've spent too much time here and we need to leave as quickly as possible. So let's get back to it. We can talk about whatever we need to talk about once we've moved. Alright?"

Hermione glared at Ron before nodding. Ron nodded grudgingly.

It took them less than 30 minutes to get everything in order. As soon as they were finished, Harry took both of his friends hands and apparated them to their new location.

A bad feeling settled in Harry's stomach the moment they arrived. It didn't take long to find out why.

Snatchers.

Harry only had a moment to berate himself for taking them back to an old location before Hermione was pulling on his arm. As Harry ran, he could feel Ron and Hermione right next to him, keeping pace with his steps. He didn't think he'd ever run this fast in his life.

Hard, fast footsteps followed not far behind, as spells burst all around them hitting the ground and the trees, narrowly missing them.

Ron veered off toward his left, barely missing a clump of trees. Three snatchers separated from the main group, chasing after him.

Hermione was slightly ahead of him to his right, moving farther and farther away from him by the step. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her quickly turn and cast a spell at the snatchers. Some of the snatchers stopped cold as a black cloud of debris burst right in front of them.

Harry couldn't see Ron anymore as he continued running. He could feel a snatcher getting closer and closer to him as he ran under tree trunks and roots. A spell burst right behind him before he felt a body collide with his. Harry didn't waste time and quickly got up, leaving the snatcher behind.

Harry's lungs were screaming but his mind was screaming louder, his emotions overriding any physical problems. He could see Hermione in front of him and as he got closer, she stopped and turned to face him. A flurry of emotions crossed her face before she raised her wand at him. Before he could say anything, a sharp pain exploded in his face as he fell backwards.

He barely felt the pain of the spell as his mind travelled thousands of miles away. He could see an old man sitting in a dingy cell, mirth filling his eyes as he looked at his visitor.

"You're too late," cackled the old man.

"Who?" hissed a voice.

The old man paused for a second before saying, "Dumbledore."

The word had barely escaped the man's mouth before Voldemort disappeared.

Harry's eyes refocused as Hermione dropped to her knees beside him on the ground. Worry clouded her features as she grabbed his glasses from his face and stuffed them in her pocket.

"Hermione, he knows. He knows where it is. It won't be long before he's got it," Harry choked out.

Hermione looked at him as full blown worry and fear swelled inside her, threatening to spill over.

She didn't have a chance to say anything, however, before the rest of the snatchers caught up to them, hauling a struggling Ron with them. Two snatchers walked up to them and roughly pulled them to their feet, taking their wands away in the process.

"Well, well aren't you lovely," said one of the snatchers to Hermione. It was clear that he was the leader. He got closer to her and brushed her cheek. Hermione flinched.

Harry and Ron both glared at the man.

"Don't touch her!" growled Ron.

The snatcher continued to look at Hermione, ignoring Ron. "And what is your name, beautiful?"

Hermione stuttered for a second before saying, "Penelope Clearwater."

Without looking away from her, the snatcher said, "Look it up."

One of the snatchers pulled out a book and quickly looked through it. "It's not in 'ere."

The leader tilted his head curiously as he continued to look at Hermione. Harry's stomach coiled in disgust at the man's look. If only he had his wand…

"What are you hiding, darling?"

Hermione glared defiantly in response. The snatcher smiled before turning away from her. He quickly glanced over at Ron but ignored him, walking over to Harry instead.

"And who might you be, ugly?" he sneered.

"Vernon," Harry said without thinking. "Vernon Dudley."

"That's not in 'ere, either."

The main snatcher chuckled. "Now, what are you three hiding?" He looked at Hermione, then Ron and finally, at Harry. "Why the—"

The snatcher's eyes were trained on Harry's forehead. As he continued to stare, his eyes grew in wonder. Harry felt his stomach drop.

"Change of plans, boys," whispered the snatcher. "We're going to take a special trip for these three."

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Harry couldn't believe how quickly the day had spiraled out of control. One moment, Ron and Hermione were arguing like they always did and the next, they were being dragged into a dark mansion by a group of snatchers. Based on his experience, Harry knew it was only going to get worse.

He was right.

The snatchers led them into the mansion, up extravagant stairwells, until they reached a huge room. Harry didn't know what the room was used for but it was elegant nonetheless. A large fireplace dominated the right wall while large windows covered most of the left, with portraits here and there. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling but other than that, the room was pretty bare. Harry took all of this in before his eyes settled on the occupants of the room, dread filling up his whole being at the sight of them.

This must be the Malfoy Manor.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood in the middle of the room, a look of impatience on her face. The Malfoys were standing to the side, near the fireplaces. They all had a weary look about them, as if they were tired of this whole ordeal and would like nothing more than to be done with it all. Harry noticed a look of recognition flash across Draco Malfoy's face at the sight of them before it quickly disappeared.

A cold voice broke the silence. "Are any of you going to explain what you are doing here or am I going to have to force it out?"

The leader of the snatchers quickly started talking. "Yes, of course, Madame Lestrange. We apprehended these three today," he paused as he motioned to them with his hand, "but I think you might have a particular interest in this one."

The snatcher holding Harry shoved him forward, bringing him to his knees in front of her.

Bellatrix peered closely at Harry. "What's wrong with his face?"

"Don't know, mam, that's how we found him."

Harry's stomach was in knots as she continued to look at him. It didn't take long for her eyes to settle on his forehead.

Her eyes went wide as she whispered, "Draco."

Draco walked slowly towards them, failing to wipe the scared look from his face.

Bellatrix looked at Draco with hopeful eyes. "Is it him, Draco? Look at him closely."

Draco crouched down, leveling his face with Harry's. Clashing emotions were raging inside Harry. He was afraid of what Draco might say. A part of him feared that Draco would turn them in but the other part could only dare to hope that Draco would prove to be less evil than he portrayed himself to be.

After a couple moments of silence, Lucius spoke up. "Well, is it him? You have to be absolutely sure, Draco. We cannot disturb the Dark Lord for anybody other than Harry Potter."

Draco continued to stare at Harry, doubt clouding his eyes. "I—I'm not sure."

Harry could only feel a little better at this. They might not find out who he really was but that didn't mean they were out of danger yet.

Bellatrix leaned down, draping an arm around Draco's shoulder. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen her act so nice towards someone; he often forgot that Draco was her nephew. "Look closely, Draco. If it is him and we deliver him to the Dark Lord, he will reward us like no other." She almost sounded giddy at the prospect.

Draco remained silent for a moment before he said, "I don't think it's him."

"Are you—"

"You heard him, Bella. He doesn't think it's the boy," interrupted Narcissa.

Bellatrix glared at her sister for a moment before standing. "Fine, do what you want with them," she said, looking towards the snatchers. "We've no use for—"

She stopped cold, alarm crossing her features as she looked at something a snatcher was holding.

"Where did you get that?" she said, nearly shrieking.

The snatcher looked dumbly down at the sword in his hand. "I found it, miss." He chuckled. "Finders, keepers, I reckon."

A crazy look settled on Bellatrix's face as she pulled out her wand. She didn't waste a moment; the next second, the snatcher was on the ground, desperately pulling at the chains on his neck.

"Oi! What are you—" Before the lead snatcher could finish, he was on the ground near the back of the room. He slowly got up, dizzy from the impact.

"Leave! All of you! Leave! Leave!"screamed Bellatrix, her wand raised at all of the snatchers. None of them wasted any time and in seconds, they were gone. Draco quickly bent down and picked up the wands one of the snatchers had dropped.

The crazy look only intensified as she looked at the captives. "Who's going to tell me where you got this sword?"

All three remained silent. Bellatrix eyed all of them before stopping on Hermione. Recognition finally dawned on her face.

"I remember you. You're the mudblood," she spat.

Hermione tried to keep a brave face but knew she was failing. Fear was consuming her.

A smile slowly blossomed on Bellatrix's face but the crazy look never left her eyes. Fear like he never felt before exploded inside Harry.

"Wormtail!"

He quickly appeared, looking as filthy and scared as ever.

"Y-you called?"

"Take them down to the dungeons."

Wormtail quickly grabbed Ron and Hermione's arms.

"No, just the boys. I've got something a little more special planned for the girl."

Wormtail grabbed Ron and Harry's arms, dragging them towards another set of stairs. Both of them looked fearfully at Hermione, who was doing her best not to look afraid. Harry's heart was throbbing with pain. He wanted to do nothing more than scream out to her, to reassure her that everything would be okay. Just as she was disappearing from view, her eyes found his. Harry could do nothing to shake the complete and utter fear he saw there.

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Harry and Ron landed on the cold, grimy dungeon floor as the door swung shut behind them. They both quickly got up and ran to the door but to no avail. They watched Wormtail scurry up the stairs before turning to each other.

The look on Ron's face was that of pure fear. Harry was sure that he had similar look on his face.

"Harry we have to get out of here. Hermione—"

"I know, Ron. I know." Harry looked around the dungeon but couldn't make out anything.

Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out his deluminator. Light immediately filled the dungeon. What Harry saw only made his hopes sink further. There was nothing, no windows or anything, that would help them escape.

He looked at Ron again, desperately trying to think of something, anything that would help them.

Just then a quiet, but familiar voice echoed through the dungeons. "Ron? Harry?"

"Luna?" Ron said, surprised.

She slowly walked out the shadows. Harry had never seen her look like this. Her features were haggard; her clothes stained here and there, her hair tangled and filthy. One thing remained the same, however: the look in her eyes was the same look he remembered. As she walked out, two other people followed. Harry recognized them immediately. Ollivander and Griphook.

"Luna, what happened? Why are you here?" asked Harry.

"Well, the Death Eaters hadn't liked what my father was printing out, you see. They didn't like that he was supporting you." She paused and looked at both of them. "So they trashed his offices and threatened him, scaring him into printing what they wanted. Before they left, they took me to make sure father would keep his promise." She said it with the same tone as always but there was no denying the sad look that crossed her eyes as she did.

"Luna, I'm so s—"

A heart wrenching scream sounded from above, stopping Harry's heart. No, no, please, not Hermione…

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The look of utter fear in Harry's eyes for her was still ingrained in Hermione's mind as she looked at Bellatrix.

The small smile on the Death Eater's face was doing nothing to help her current state. Try as she might, she couldn't stop the fear that was consuming her; there was no denying what was about to happen to her.

Her heartbeat sped up as Bellatrix slowly walked over to her, backing her up into a wall.

"How did you steal the sword, mudblood?"Bellatrix hissed.

"W-we didn't steal it," Hermione stuttered.

"Liar!" shrieked Bellatrix. She stuck her wand below Hermione's chin, digging the end of it into her neck. "Such a pretty face, shame it belongs to someone like you."

Bellatrix grabbed the neck of Hermione's coat and shoved her to the floor. "You stole the sword, mudblood! You took it from my vault! I can only imagine what else you must have taken!"

Hermione continued to lay on the floor, too afraid to look into her face. "No, no I swear!" Suddenly, something occurred to her. "It's a fake!"

"I am not daft, you filthy mudblood! Do you honestly think that you can trick me!"

Before Hermione could react, a pain like she never felt before tore through her body. A high pitch scream filled the room, drowning out Bellatrix's cackle.

A cold, evil voice broke through Hermione's world of pain.

"You're a liar, mudblood. Now you will pay."

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Harry didn't think he'd ever been in so much pain. He'd experienced the Cruciatus spell before but this was much worse. Every scream tore right through his very being, to his very soul. He couldn't think, he almost couldn't breathe. His mind was fighting with his heart, trying to gain control, to focus on getting them out of there but every scream sent every logical thought right down the drain.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Ron screamed. That wasn't helping Harry either.

Harry looked over at the rest of their company. Luna had a blank look on her face, but her eyes showed that she was very much aware. Ollivander had a painful look, almost as if he was reliving his own encounters with this particular spell. Griphook was trying to look unaffected but every now and then, he would flinch.

Hermione's voice filled his consciousness. You can't take much more of this, Harry. You're going to go insane if you don't do something NOW.

His mind finally took over but his heart still contracted painfully with every scream.

"Ron! Ron, stop screaming! We have to figure out a way to get out of here!"

Ron wasn't listening, however. He kept screaming but Harry couldn't take it anymore. He walked over to Ron and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders.

Ron looked at him with surprised eyes, almost as if he had forgotten that he wasn't alone.

"Shut up, Ron. Shut up. We need to figure out how to get out of here NOW. Screaming isn't going to help anyone." Harry's voice was rough, almost cold. "I need you to help me. She needs us to help her."

A scared look settled on Ron's face for a moment before determination took its place. He nodded. "Okay, Harry."

Harry let go and turned to look at the other three prisoners. Luna seemed to sense what he was going to ask.

"There isn't any way out of here, Harry. We've tried everything."

Harry thought rapidly. The screams were still as loud and frequent as ever, tearing through Harry more and more as they continued. His mind had firm control, though, and it wasn't letting go.

"Somebody's coming," said Ron.

Wormtail appeared at the door. "Goblin!"

Griphook walked slowly to the door, an apprehensive look on his face. Wormtail dragged him up the stairs and in a couple of seconds, they were gone.

Harry started pacing. He was in such deep thought that he almost missed the pain in his ankle. He stopped in confusion before a crazy thought popped into his mind. In any other moment he would've felt ridiculous doing this but now, he didn't have any other options or ideas.

He kneeled down, pulling the shattered glass from his sock. He looked at it and without hesitating said, "Help us!"

Everybody in the room stared at him as if he'd gone crazy. Harry could feel their stares and couldn't help but feel a little crazy too. Another scream echoed through the dungeon, banishing all other thoughts completely.

Harry hardly dared to breathe as he waited; just as he was about to give up, a squeaky voice spoke up.

"Harry Potter, sir!"

Harry quickly turned around, shock written all over his face. "Dobby?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir! Dobby is here to help Harry Potter!"

Harry could hardly believe it. He looked at Ron, who had the same shocked expression on his face.

It must be the elf magic! The anti-apparition wards don't work on them!

"Dobby, can you apparate them out of here?" Harry said, pointing at Luna and Ollivander.

"Of course, Harry Potter, sir! Dobby can!"

Harry was just thinking of a location when Ron spoke up. "Take them to Shell Cottage, Dobby." At Harry's questioning look, he said, "Trust me."

Harry nodded.

"Dobby will do as Mr. Wheezy says!" Dobby grabbed Luna and Ollivander's hands.

"Dobby, once you've done that, apparate back to the top of the stairs outside the dungeon. We'll try and distract Wormtail."

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby said before disappearing.

Harry looked at Ron. "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

They both walked to the cell door. Without thinking, both started yelling and banging on the bars of the door, making as much noise as possible.

This continued for about a minute before a shadow fell across the stairs, becoming smaller and smaller as Wormtail approached.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" he said, trying to sound tough as he pointed his wand at both of them.

Harry and Ron just stared at him when a strange look appeared on his face. He immediately dropped, his wand flying up the stairs right into Dobby's small hand.

Harry smiled as the door opened.

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Hermione knew that she couldn't take much more of this. She was surprised she hadn't already passed out. The pain was unbelievable. It felt like every one of her nerves was on fire. She wanted to jump out of her skin, to let go, to not feel. Her screams were beginning to sound foreign, like they were coming from some distant place, far, far away. Her throat was so hoarse from all the yelling but she couldn't stop. Trying to look brave in the face of torture had only been a fleeting thought. Hermione couldn't think; she could only feel.

Bellatrix had stopped questioning. Now she was only hurling insult upon insult on her, torturing her to the edge of insanity. She stated over and over how filthy and worthless she was. How soon, her master would get rid of her and the rest of the scum.

There had been a moment of relief, a moment where pain wasn't wreaking havoc on her body and mind. Not for a moment did Hermione think that the Death Eater was easing up on her; not at all. While she welcomed the relief of feeling no pain, she was also scared of what Bellatrix would do instead.

She kept her eyes closed and almost cried when she felt the weight of another's body on hers. She didn't dare open her eyes as Bellatrix continued her never ending insults. Hermione was still reeling from the pain of the curse when she felt an intense pain on her left arm. Hermione cried out and struggled under her; she was cutting her, etching something on her skin.

Bellatrix cackled and whispered, "So that everyone will know what kind of filth you are."

The pressure lifted from her body, tears spilling from her eyes out of relief. She was only half aware of what was happening around her as Bellatrix called for the goblin. There was no more pain, at least for the time being, but she couldn't fully enjoy it. She knew it was only a matter of time before Bellatrix returned to her and even if she didn't, they were still stuck here. Hermione knew that the spell she used on Harry would be wearing off soon, something that would only make things worse.

Thinking about Harry only caused her more pain. She knew that what was happening to her now wouldn't compare to what they would do to Harry. Hope was leaking out of her, just like the tears from her eyes. They'd always been able to escape before but she didn't think they would have the same type of luck this time. She pushed those thoughts aside and finally opened her eyes.

Bellatrix was yelling at the goblin; she wasn't too sure about what.

"This sword is a fake, Madame Lestrange. A very good replica but a fake, nonetheless," said the goblin, as calm as ever even in the face of imminent danger.

Hermione thought she must have heard wrong but as she continued to look at them, something else caught her eye. Red, angry lines jumped out at her as she looked at her left arm. Blood was leaking out here and there; the letters blurred together as Hermione continued to stare. She had been branded.

Mudblood.

The word echoed loudly in her mind, taunting at her, humiliating her. Shame hit her like a ton of bricks. Why hadn't she fought? Why hadn't she been stronger, braver? Instead she had cowered in fear. Hermione didn't think she had ever been more ashamed of herself.

Spells suddenly appeared around her, hitting the walls and shattering glass. She only had a moment to realize that Harry had escaped, that Ron was by his side, both of them firing off spells before she was lifted roughly from the ground, a dagger at her neck.

"Drop your wands!" Bellatrix screamed. Harry and Ron didn't move. "Drop your wands or I'll cut her neck open."

Guilt slammed into Harry as he looked at Hermione. Here she was again, suffering, holding on to dear life all because of him. Hate filled him as he dropped his wand, Ron doing the same beside him.

Suddenly, Harry felt a shift on his face as Hermione's spell wore off. Lucius' eyes widened as a wicked smile settled on Bellatrix's face.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up for the fun." Bellatrix paused, her smile growing more sinister. "Draco, call him."

Draco's face went pale. He looked at his mother, who could only return his helpless look. Lucius went to his son and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Call him, Draco. Imagine the glory we shall receive when we are the ones to deliver Harry Potter. He will reward us beyond imagining."

Draco didn't move, a frightened look still on his face. Harry could tell that Bellatrix was losing patience. Lucius must have noticed too for he moved away from his son, pulling his sleeve up in the process.

A dead silence filled the room. Everything seemed to slow down for Harry. He looked over at Hermione again, noticing the blood leaking from where the blade was pressing down on her neck. The elder Malfoy was reaching for his mark when a gentle squeaking filled the silence. Everybody looked around, confused. Almost simultaneously, everybody looked up.

Dobby was sitting atop the chandelier, a look of great concentration on his small face as he unscrewed the chandelier from its chain. Everybody seemed to be frozen in shock as the chandelier finally came loose. Several things happened all at once. Harry quickly moved towards Malfoy, struggling with him for a moment for the wands in his hand. Ron moved forward to catch a falling Hermione, who had been thrown with a shriek from Bellatrix, as she moved away from the falling chandelier. Dobby knocked the Death Eaters and Narcissa off their feet before appearing at the back of the room. A second later, the chandelier crashed on the ground, sending bits of glass everywhere. Harry quickly moved in front of Ron and Hermione as Dobby stood on a railing behind them; Griphook was standing slightly behind Ron, as if trying to avoid being seen.

"Dobby, get them out of here," Harry said quietly. Bellatrix was slowly regaining her footing as she reached for her wand.

A weak voice responded. "Harry, no…"

Harry couldn't look at her; his resolve would crumble if he did. Instead he looked at the small elf. "Dobby, go. Now."

Griphook reached out, grabbing the elf's hand. Ron looked at Harry for a moment before grabbing the other hand. Dobby hesitated for a second before saying, "Dobby will return for Harry Potter, sir."

Harry didn't have time to argue before they disappeared. Harry looked at Hermione right before they did, noticing his name come out wordlessly from her lips.

Harry quickly turned around, barely managing to escape a spell. The Malfoys had all got on their feet again, but only Narcissa had a wand to fight with. The sisters fired off spell after spell and all Harry could do was deflect, neither giving him any time to counter attack.

Suddenly, both women were knocked off their feet yet again, Bellatrix's wand zooming towards him before landing in Dobby's hand.

Bellatrix was much quicker on her feet this time. "Stupid elf! You're trying to kill me!"

"Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to harm or seriously injure," squeaked the small elf.

As Dobby grabbed his hand, Harry noticed the knife once again in Bellatrix's hand. What he didn't see, however, was how it flew straight at them just as they were disappearing.

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Harry landed roughly on the ground, a searing pain in his left shoulder.

"Harry Potter, sir! You are hurt!"

Harry opened his eyes and quickly noticed the knife sticking out of his shoulder. Small hands soon appeared on the hilt, gently pulling it out. Harry flinched, nearly crying out. Blood quickly gushed out of the wound. Dobby closed his eyes and held his hands over the injury, stopping the blood after a couple of seconds. Harry watched as the wound began to heal and then abruptly stop.

The elf looked at Harry with sad eyes. "Dobby is sorry, sir. Dobby is feeling weak and cannot heal Harry Potter completely. "

Harry smiled weakly. "It's okay, Dobby. You did more than enough."

He looked around, noticing the beach for the first time. A small cottage sat behind them. Alarm quickly filled him.

"Dobby, where's Hermione? And Ron? Are they okay?" he asked urgently.

"Harry Potter's friends are fine, sir. Mr. Wheezy took them all to that house over there."

A sigh of relief escaped him as he lay back down on the beach. "Good. Thank you, Dobby, for saving our lives." An intense urge to go see Hermione filled him.

"Dobby is being very sorry, sir."

Harry lifted his head and looked at Dobby, a frown on his face. "Why?"

"Harry Potter once asked Dobby to never try to save his life again." Dobby's head drooped. "But that is exactly what Dobby did, sir."

Harry chuckled. "Don't worry, Dobby, I forgive you."

Dobby's head shot up, a hopeful look on his face. "Really, Harry Potter, sir?"

Harry smiled at him. "Really." He paused for a second as the setting around him became blurry. "Dobby?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir?"

"I think I'm going to pass out. So don't freak out, okay?"

He passed out before Dobby could answer


Alright, so there it is. I hope I got Dobby's dialogue right. I struggled with his lines lol. A lot of Harry Potter, sirs but I remember that he used to say that, didn't he? Oh and yes, I saved him. I actually really thought about this and at first I was going to do the same thing as Rowling but I just couldn't do it. I love Dobby so I decided to save him in my story. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it :) Reviews are always welcome :)

Thanks for reading :D