Dagger

It was embedded into his chest. He could feel the blood dripping from his body, but Dobby didn't have the strength to pull it free. His over sized hands gripped the daggers handle. And he swayed. He swayed like a leaf out on that beach. A bloody, half conscious, pretty sure he was going to die leaf.

His owlish eyes leveled onto his friends. They knelt there, bloody, crying and shaking. They clung to one another, too afraid to let go.

"Harry…" Dobby chocked on rising blood. It was okay though. If he was going to go, at least it was with friends. "Harry… Potter…"