*I got this entire idea from a prompt on Tumblr! So: NOT my idea, just my own creative expressions. I do hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. I enjoyed writing and reading "The Last Stand" better than this but, I don't hate it so that's good! Please review; it will only make me a better writer for you all!

After being awakened by the girls in the morning, Ron and Harry trudged down to breakfast. They took their normal seat just diagonal of each other while the rest of the Weasleys and Hermione took their spots as well.

The normal morning conversation ensued: what everyone had planned for the day, the Ministry and its attempts to regain control, and so on. Ron was just stuffing four bangers in his mouth as he started to make conversation with Hermione. "'ere are 'yer 'ans ohm 'ay?"

Hermione took a moment to calm the repugnant look that had escaped to her face. "Really Ronald, after how many years of us telling you to chew first then speak? And my plans for the day are to research a bit more about the socks."

"Speaking of which, has there been any delivered this morning?" Harry piped up, careful to clear his mouth before speaking.

"Actually no there hasn't been any dear." Mrs. Weasley added, spreading marmalade on a piece of toast.

"If you ask me, someone is playing a mad trick on you. And I for one would love to speak with whoever it may be. Brilliant getting house elves to do deliver a prank!" George sat up, smiling more in the last couple of days than all summer. He received a scathing look from Hermione so he didn't continue his discussion…out loud at least.

"Maybe it's done then?" Harry said, more like a question hanging in the air to the universe.

A loud crack which the family had grew accustomed to, presented one final elf in the already full Burrow kitchen.

"Kreacher!" The golden trio sat still for a moment, memories flooding their thoughts. After they had left Grimmauld Place last August they had only seen Kreacher twice. Harry instinctively stood up and went to greet his house elf, feeling slightly guilty he hadn't thought of him more since the Battle.

"Massster. Kreacher has a gift." He slowly came closer to Harry, and handed him a small parcel. What wasn't as expected was him appearing next to Ron and handing him one as well. Ron could have sworn he heard Kreacher mumble something but thought it better to let it go.

"I wonder what those could be." Ginny huffed, slightly rolling her eyes with a playful smile on her face. The rest of the Weasley's attention slowly went back to their breakfast.

"Kreacher, who are these from?" Harry pointedly asked, holding up the still sealed package.

"Master must open it. Your answers are within, Sir." Kreacher bowed, his nose almost touching the floor and disapperated with a loud "Crack!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both attune to what the other was thinking. Harry sat back down next to Ginny and the boys opened their package at the same time. They both had a single black sock. But there was parchment that had accompanied it. But Harry was intrigued by what felt like the final sock. Most socks look the same, but for some reason this black sock, with a few rips in it and a tiny Gryffindor Hippogriff on the ankle seemed familiar.

"Mate, read the letter." Ron's solemn voice brought him back from his thoughts. He looked up and Hermione had tears in her eyes, Ron looking a little older than he was.

Harry picked up the parchment with tiny scrawl on it. It had a big and bit untidy "Harry Potter" on the top.

"Harry Potter Sir,

I am a free elf. I am free so I could make a William, or what Winky has told me, a Will. I knows Master will always be there to help others like he has helped me. Sir, you have gave me this sock outside of Headmaster's office many years ago. If I perish, I have left my possessions to Harry Potter and his Weezy.

Goodbye Sir,

Dobby, a free elf"

Harry looked up with blurred vision to see the rest of the family staring at him. His heart had felt like it was pierced the first time he read the letter, so he kept rereading it. He wiped the tears angrily from his eyes when they caused his vision to unfocus too much.

A free elf

"Harry." He heard his name called, a soft whisper coming from next to him. Ginny wrapped both her hands around his open one. He felt comfort radiate from his right hand and wash over him. He put the letter down, chancing a glance up again. This time he looked only at Ron.

A soft smile played on his lips as he gave Harry a nod that radiated understanding and respect. Harry took a breath in, feeling he should explain to the Weasley's who had kindly started some tame conversations to give them space.

'I can't take the suspense! What the bloody hell does it all mean!" George finally cried, bursting at the seams. Molly gave him a reproachful look, but was just curious enough herself to let it slip, not wanting to interrupt Harry.

"They're from Dobby. The socks, they're his possessions. He wanted… "Harry Potter and his Weezy" to have his things." He cleared his throat, trying not to let his emotions escape.

"He must have gotten the other house elves at Hogwarts to help deliver them and for some reason Kreacher as well." Hermione thought out loud, her brow slightly creasing.

Harry sat a moment, putting down the letter and picking up the sock. The memory of it brought a slight, sad smile to his face.

"He had Kreacher deliver the last one, because it was the most important." Even though his voice was small, the kitchen was silent so his voice was heard by all. His eyes swam with the memories of the past. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances and decided to move the conversation along, seeing as Harry wasn't going to on his own.

"What's so important about a sock, Harry?" Hermione asked as softly as she could.

"Its mine. Or it was." Harry quickly added, hearing his mistake. This was Dobby's sock, no longer Harry's. "It's the one I gave him in second year. Or I put it in Riddle's Diary and Malfoy unknowingly gave it to Dobby, making him…"

"Free." Ron added, happy that for even a moment a small smile came from his best mate.

"Harry dear, you better eat up before it gets cold." Mrs. Weasley said, tears in her eyes as well.

"I'm not really hungry…" He said, slowly letting the guilt and pain from Dobby's death surface again.

A rushed whisper filled his ear. "Don't you even think about retreating into yourself again Potter. We just got you back." He looked over at Ginny who had one of her fiercest looks in her eyes. He couldn't help but smile at how she always knew what he was thinking.

Not hearing this side of the conversation, Molly continued. "Nonsense, you are still much too thin. Eat up!" She clapped her hands and more food appeared in front of them all. They all slightly groaned, besides Ron, at the overabundance of food now sitting on all their plates.

Before the conversations got too rowdy again, Hermione spoke up, still using her soothing voice. "Harry, do you think you could…show us some memories of Dobby, in the pensieve you received after the Battle?"

Harry only thought a moment. "Yeah. Yeah that'd be great." He said, a real smile finally expanding from both his mouth and eyes as flashes of the memories he'd be showing everyone came into his mind, bringing with them the first bit of acceptance over a loved one's death.

The END!

*I feel like it might have gotten better the further I wrote. Started off pretty slow, but I'm learnin'. Rear and Review if you'd like! Until next time!