Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


"He's dead."

"You're lying, he can't be dead. He's the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die for Christ's sake. He's the Hero. Heroes aren't supposed to die?"

"Doesn't the hero eventually die?"

"Yes, but not like this, never like this."

"He was old, Madame, and in pain. And bitter, dear lord was Master bitter."

"But...but he asn't supposed to die. He wasn't supposed to leave me. Not before he knew."

"What didn't he know, Madame?"

"That I love him, loved him."

"No, Madame, love him, love is immortal."

"Did you quote that from a book."

"No Madame."

"When is the funeral?"

"Tomorrow."

She paused.

"Oh."

"Yes."

"Am I invited?"

"It's public."

"It's public. It's PUBLIC! Who's bloody idea was that? He alwasy asked for a private funeral. Always. Who made it public?"
"His daughter and your son."

"Oh, yes...of course. I forgot about Cali and Brandon."

"Yes Madame."

"So then that's it, isn't it? I'm all alone now?"

"I suppose Madame."

"Don't coddle me you damn fool! He was the only one left and now...now he's gone. And he doesn't even know how much I love him."

"Madame-"

"He's taught you English."

"Yes, Madame."

"Only Harry would do something so-"

"Different."

"Yes. Different."

Dobby watched as Pansy walked out the door and apparated to Harry's castle. He watched as the only woman his master ever loved walked up the old, wooden stpes and into the tower. He watched as she searched through Harry's bedroom, looking for something, anything, to remind her of the man she loved. And when she found it, she turned on her heel and made her way up five more flights of stairs, up to the highest tower.

It was the same tower Harry had jumped off of. And Dobby watched as Pansy put down her cane and got up on the sill, her bones creaking as she did so. He watched as she looked down at the ground where some of the blood was still visible. Although the rain washed most of it away.

And Dobby watched as Pansy jumped. He watched as she closed her eyes and fell with a heart breaking crack.

And he smiled. He smiled because he knew it wouldn't have made a difference if he had tried to stop her. Just like it didn't make a difference when he tried to stop Harry. It was just too much for them. It was just too hard.

And everything was silent, but just as Dobby began to make his way back down the stairs he turned back to the window and he whispered, "He loved you too, Madame, he loved you too."


A wise man once said: One's life is built upon how others think of him.

What I wanna know is why it's him and not her.

Any way, please reveiw. -Nicole-