Neville
I was pacing in front of a blank stretch of wall across from the portrait of Barbanas the Barmy, who was still trying to train the trolls to dance ballet after very many unsuccessful attempts. Seamus and I were up on the seventh floor, trying to get into the Room of Requirement. Still pacing, I thought We need somewhere to live in to get away from the Death Eaters…We need somewhere to live in to get way from the Death Eaters….We need somewhere to live in to get away from the Death Eaters as hard as I could. I stopped pacing and looked at the wall frustratedly, expecting it to be blank. But there was a door materializing right in front of my eyes. Satisfied, I turned the handle and opened the door, and stepped inside. Seamus was right behind me.
I stopped short, and stared, awestruck, at what was in front of me.
"Merlin's pants…" breathed Seamus behind me. He seemed just as impressed as I was.
The room was enormous, with hammocks of every color. Gryffindor banners covered the stone walls and there were pillows everywhere. There was only one portrait: a young girl looking out and smiling at us. Something about her face seemed familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Yep, I thought, I think we'll be comfortable here.
Luna
Waiting for the others to get back from Malfoy Manor was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. As soon as we arrived at shell Cottage, someone hurried out to see who we were.
"Oh!" exclaimed the woman. "Bill!" she called urgently over her shoulder. "Bill, come quickly!"
A man hurried out. "Fleur! What is it?" he asked. His eyes landed on us: the old man, the young girl with frizzy blonde hair, the frightened goblin, the young woman who was doubled over in pain and clutching me for support, and the tiny little house-elf. Bell stared at the goblin first. "Griphook?" he asked incredulously. He took another look at Hermione. "Come, we need to get you all inside," he added, and led us into Shell Cottage. Hermione was put on Fleur and Bill's bed for the time being so that she might begin to recover. Uncle Ollivander and Griphook were put in the guest bedroom and I was to sleep on the sofa.
As soon as we were all settled, Dobby came up to me. "Dobby must return to free Harry Potter and his friends, miss," he told me. "Dobby will be back soon." With that, he vanished.
It was another hour before he came back with the rest of them. To keep myself from becoming insaner than I already was out of worry, I helped Fleur with things around the house: the laundry, the dishes, the garden. I had no idea what was going on at Malfoy Manor and that made the wait seem all the longer.
Finally, I heard the telltale crack that meant they were back. I ran outside, Bill and Fleur at my heels.
Harry, Ron, Dobby, and Dean were standing in front of the house. I sighed in relief. Everyone had gotten back, but something seemed wrong. Why was Harry sobbing like that? I went closer. Then I gasped.
Harry, Dean, and Ron were crowded around Dobby, who was lying on the ground, motionless. There was a silver dagger impaled in his chest. It was quite clear that he was dying. Very distinctly, I heard the last words he ever spoke.
"Harry.…P-Potter.…"
With that, Dobby fell limp and died with his huge eyes wide open and glassy.