Hermione and Harry were sitting on the ground, leaning against some fallen branches. Hermione could sense that Harry was thinking about what had happened at the house. "Are you feeling better?" she asked.

He didn't bother answering the question because he knew that it would just make him feel worse than he already was. "You've outdone yourself this time, Hermione," he responded.

She looked around, "The Forest of Dean. I came here one with mum and dad, years ago," she said reminiscing, "It's just how I remember it... the trees, the river, everything, like nothing's changed," she paused, thought about what she said, "Not true, of course. Everything's changed. If I brought my parents back here now, they probably wouldn't recognize any of it. Not the trees, not the river, not even me. Maybe we should just stay here, Harry. Grow old."

"No," he said a bit harshly. He looked at Hermione and found himself feeling guilty about how he treated her yet again, "Sorry. It's just I can't imagine growing old without the Cullens, especially Ella. I mean she's the closest thing I have to a mother."

She thought about what he just said and realized that she couldn't live without the Cullens, either, "You're right. I don't know what came over me. I want them in my life, too."

"It's okay, Hermione," he responded, "Sometimes I feel the same way about all this running and dealing with obstacles in finding the horcruxes."

"You wanted to know about the boy in the photograph was..." Hermione started off. "I know. Gellert Grindelwald."

"He's the thief I saw in Gregorovitch's Wand Shop. Speaking of which, where is my wand?" he looked over at her carefully and could tell that she was holding something back from him. "Where's my wand, Hermione?"

Hermione stood up, anxiously and began to explain, "As we were leaving Godric's Hollow, I cast a curse and it rebounded," she drew out his wand, "I'm sorry. I tried to mend it, but wands are different."

"It's done," he said, "Leave me yours."

"I knew you were say that," she responded. Harry was puzzled by her remark. "I know that you're confused, and Ella warned me about this... I mean if something had happened to your wand."

"Spit it out, Hermione." Harry told her.

"It's her wand, or at least it was her wand," she said as she pulled out the wand. "It's yours"

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "The wand belongs to her."

"Actually, it doesn't," she pointed out, "You killed her, remember?" Harry genuinely forgot that. "The wand belongs to you now. I'm sure that she would want you to have it."

Harry nodded, "Thanks, Hermione."

"Think nothing of it," she said as she gave him the wand. When he took it, there was a rush of wind and a bright light surrounding him and it was gone just as fast as it came. "What was that?"

"The wand knows," Harry said, knowing that Hermione was confused. "You see, when I went to Ollivander's to buy my wand, when he gave me mine, he told me that there were two other wands that had the same feather and one of it gave me this." Hermione was shocked. "This is the second time that it's happened."

"You still prefer yours, don't you?" Hermione asked. Whether it was a gut feeling or woman's intuition, she couldn't shake off the feeling that Harry wanted his wand back.

"Yeah," he responded. "But this will do for now." Hermione nodded and then yawned, "Go inside and get warm. I'll take the Locket as well." Hermione agreed and went inside the tent. Harry put the locket around his neck and sat back down near the entrance. He felt the hopelessness threaten to overtake him. He knew that he gave a strong front for both Ron and Hermione but now that he was alone, he felt exhausted. He wasn't sure if it was mentally or physically and he grew even more tired trying to figure out why. He knew nothing, he had no ideas and he was constantly painfully on the alert for any indication that Hermione too was about to tell him that she had enough, that she was leaving. Without a shadow of a doubt, he knew that the Cullens wouldn't leave him, not even if he tried to force them to leave. Nightfall had come and in the corner of his eye, he saw a glimpse a light and as he looked at it carefully, he noticed that it was a patronus of a doe. Before he could make anything happen, the doe left and he followed it until it stopped upon a frozen lake. He didn't want to move forward for he was afraid that the ice would break and he would drown. But he couldn't stop moving his legs; the doe was beckoning him to come forward. Once he got to where the doe was, it disappeared into the ice and bent down to where he was standing and there was something glowing on the bottom of the lake and he couldn't figure out what it was. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, then looked around to make sure that no one saw him. "Lumos," light came out from his wand. When he finally looked down, the glowing light on the bottom of the lake looked a lot like a sword. Then he had an epiphany that it was the Sword of Gryffindor. With his wand, he melted the ice, big enough for him to jump into. He took all but his undergarments off and jumped into the ice cold lake. He swam down towards the bottom of the lake and using his wand, he called out, "Accio sword," but it didn't work. So he decided to just grab the sword himself. Just before he could reach it, the locket strained against him and forced Harry to fight with it. Harry did all that he could do to get the locket off his neck, not lose his breathe and get the sword of Gryffindor but he felt his strength start to wane as he continued to fight against the locket. His body was rubbing against the ice and he could vaguely see someone walking on top of the ice and out of breath before he knew what was happening, he felt himself being dragged out of the lake. He could feel his glasses come off and couldn't see more than 2 inches off his face. Thinking that it was Hermione, he called out, "Hermione?" When he found his glasses and put them on, he did what he could to orient his eyes and see that Ron was standing there.

"Are you mental?" Ron asked as Harry started to put on his clothes?

"It was you?" Harry asked, quite puzzled that he was standing there.

"Well, yeah. Bit obvious, I think."

"And you cast the doe as well, did you?" Harry questioned.

"No, I thought it was you," Ron answered.
"No, my Patronus is a stag," Harry told him.

"Right, yeah, antlers," he said, feeling idiotic.

"Okay, Ron. Do it," Harry said as he put the locket on the fallen tree.

"I can't handle it. That thing affects me more than it affects you and Hermione," he explained.

"All the more reason," Harry reasoned.

"No, I can't," Ron said.

"Then why are you here? Why did you come back?" Harry inquired, but Ron had no answers to the questions. He nodded as he got his wand ready. "Now, I'll have to speak to it in order for it to open. When it does, don't hesitate. I don't know what's in there, but it'll put up a fight. The bit of Riddle that was in that diary tried to kill me. All right. One… two… three." Harry said something in parseltongue and it immediately opened up and a misty fog came rolling out, showing Voldemort's face.

"I have seen your heart and it's mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears..."

"Ron! Don't listen to it!" Harry called out.

"Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, by the girl who prefers your friend," he went on. Knowing Ron's weakness, he disguised himself as Harry and began talking again, "We were better without you. Happier without you."
Another face as Hermione stood next to the other face, "Who could look at you compared to Harry Potter? What are you, compared to the Chosen One?"
"Ron!" the real Harry Potter voiced out.
Ron was on the ground paralyzed, not knowing what to do besides listen, Riddle continued to talk as Harry, "Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son."

"What woman would take you? You are nothing. Nothing. Nothing compared to him," the fake Hermione explained and kissed Harry.

Ron had enough of seeing them kiss, picked up the sword and screamed as he hit the locket and destroyed the horcrux. After a breather, Ron said, "Just think. Only three more to go." They both gathered their things and stared at each other for a bit before heading back to camp. "By the way, I saw Edward."

"Was Ella with him?" he asked.

"No, he said that she was in a safe place and that it was better if I didn't know where they were hiding, in case we got caught," Ron told him. "But he did want me to pass this on to you, mate," he said as he grabbed a neatly packaged parchment from his backpack and gave it to him. He took it gratefully and stuffed it in his pocket. "He said that it'll explain everything that's happened so far and what to expect."

"Did he say anything else?"

"Just to be careful, really," he said. Harry nodded.

When they got to camp, Harry called out, "Hermione? Hermione?"

Hermione came out of the tent and asked, "Is everything all right?"

"It's fine. Actually, you know, it's more than fine," Harry said and moved out of the way for Hermione to see Ron.

Ron kept his distance and waved his hand before saying, "Hey!"

Hermione picked up a bunch of leaves that were on the ground and threw it at him, "You complete ass, Ronald Weasley! You show up here after weeks, and you say 'Hey'?" She took her wand out and pointed it at Ron. Harry ran in front of her and took her wand out of her hands. "Harry, give me my wand!"

"No," Harry retorted.

"Harry!"

"Hermione, no! I won't let you hurt him," Harry said.

"I'm not going to hurt him," she retorted.

"Are you sure about that?" Ron asked. Hermione looked at him harshly which made him shut his mouth immediately. She took a moment to look at Ron and asked, "What is that?" She saw that he was holding the sword of Gryffindor and made the connection, "You destroyed it. And how is it that you just happen to have the sword of Gryffindor?"

"It's a long story," Harry said.

"Don't think this changes anything," she said as she looked at Ron poignantly.

"Of course not. I only just destroyed a bloody Horcrux. Why would that change anything?" Ron said. "Look, I wanted to come back as soon as I left. I just didn't know how to find you."

"Yeah, how did you find us?" Harry asked as he gave Hermione her wand back, and she took it and held it near her side in case she felt like hitting Ron with a harmless charm.

"With this," Ron explained as he showed his deluminator. "It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know how it works but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it."

"It?"

"A voice. Your voice, Hermione, coming out of it," Ron explained.

"And what exactly did it say, may I ask?" Hermione inquired. She was curious but she didn't want to acknowledge that she cared and missed him deeply.

"You said my name," he confessed. "Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. And sure enough, it floated towards me, the ball of light, went to my chest, straight through me. Right here. And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go, so I disapparated and came to this hillside. It was dark. I had no idea where I was. I just hoped that one of you would show yourself. And you did," no sooner did he finish explaining, Ron and Harry both moved inside the tent while Hermione stayed outside to stand guard. Once they've managed to put their things away, they sat down next to each other. Not a moment too soon, Ron spoke up, "I've always liked this flames Hermione makes. How long do you reckon she'll stay mad at me?"

"Well, just keep talking about that little ball of light touching your heart, and she'll come round," Harry suggested.

"It was true. Every word. This is gonna sound crazy but I think that's why Dumbledore left it to me, the Deluminator. I think he knew that somehow I'd need it to find my way back, and she'd lead me," he confessed.

Hermione walked in the moment he finished his sentence. She looked at them as if they were conspiring something, "What's going on in there?"

Ron said, "Nothing."

"Ron was telling me he saw Edward," he said.

"You did? Did you see Ella?" she asked immediately.

"No, it was just him. Like I was telling Harry, when we saw each other, he couldn't say much because we don't know who was listening in but he gave me a note to give Harry," he said.

"Did you read it?" Hermione questioned.

"No, but I can read it now," Harry suggested as he got the parchment out from his pocket as Hermione nodded. "Harry, I hope that you're being safe with Hermione and Ron. I fear that You-Know-Who has spies everywhere and there is no safe place. It's not safe to say his name now. It's like he materializes out of nowhere. I know that you don't fear him because I don't but keep in mind, since all of the horcuxes are not found, do not say his name until you are absolutely sure that all of them are destroyed. Ever since we've left from Godric's Hollow, I've been connected to the snake, somehow. It's like its blood is in me and we know where the other is at. Since the snake belongs to You-Know-Who, it is a way for You-Know-Who to find where I am. I fear that you know this as well as Hermione. There is a high probability that the snake is a horcrux. Hogwarts is worse than ever since Snape took over as Headmaster. Of course, my family and I are doing all that we can to ensure the safety of those who are on your side. It's becoming difficult for my family and our allies to defeat the Volturi since we are outnumbered. If you have already destroyed the locket, then there is three more left. If the snake is truly one of them, then you need to find the other two. I wish I could tell you more about where to find the other two. Please know that I will find you again, Harry. And when we reconnect, we must do everything we can to make sure that You-Know-Who doesn't live to see next year. Ella."

"We need to talk," Hermione said after Harry finished reading the letter.

"Yeah, all right," Ron immediately agreed.

"If things are truly bad at Hogwarts as Ella explained in the letter and there are no other clues as to where we can find the other horcruxes because You-Know-Who cleverly hid them. I think it's time," Hermione said.

"Time for what?" Harry asked.

"I want to go see Xenophilius Lovegood," she said.

"Sorry?" Harry was truly puzzled as to why she would recommend that.

"See this?" she asked as she pointed out a symbol in the book to Harry. "It's a letter Dumbledore wrote to Grindelward. Look at the signature. It's the mark again. It keeps cropping up. In Beedle the Bard, in the graveyard in Godric's Hollow."

"It was there too," Harry replied.

"Where?"

"Outside Gregorovitch's Wand Shop," Harry answered.

"What does that mean?" Ron asked.

"Look, you've got no idea where the next Horcrux is and neither do I, and Ella confirms this in the letter but this, this means something. I'm sure of it," Hermione said.
"Yeah. Hermione's right," Ron said as he stood next to her. "We out to see Lovegood. Let's vote on it. Those in favor?" They started to pack up their things. It was light out when they were ready to walk. Ron was walking up ahead while Harry and Hermione walked slowly behind him.

"You're not still mad at him, are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm always mad at him," Hermione replied as they continued walking. They managed to rest as often as possible during their trek to where Lovegood lived.

Once they arrived, they looked around to make sure that no one was following them, Ron read the sign near the front door, "Keep off the dirigible plums."

Harry knocked on the door and waited for an answer, Xenophilius called out as he opened the door, "What is it? Who are you? What do you want?"

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood. I'm Harry Potter. We met a few months ago. Could we come in?" he asked. Xenophilius opened the door after looking around him and allowed the trio to come in.

Once they were inside the house, Hermione noticed that it was a bit too quiet for her taste and asked, "Where is Luna?"

"Luna? He responded, "She'll be along. So how can I help you, Mr. Potter?"

"Well, actually, it was about something you were wearing around your neck at the wedding. A symbol," Harry said, getting to the point.

"You mean this?" he inquired, pointing to his necklace.

"Yes. That exactly. What we wondered is, what is it?"

"What is it? Well, it's the sign of the Deathly Hallows, of course."

"The what?" the three of them asked at the same time.

"The Deathly Hallows. I assume you're all familiar with The Tale of the Three Brothers," Xenophilius asked.

"Yes." Ron and Hermione answered while Harry said "No."

"I have it in here," Hermione said as she pulled out the book. She opened the book to where the story was and began reading, "There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight."

"Midnight," Ron interrupted, "Mom always said 'midnight,'" he said but one look at Hermione and Harry, he softly said, "But twilight's fine. Better, actually.'
"Do you want to read it?" Hermione asked.

"No, it's fine," he answered.

Hermione kept on reading, "There was once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass. But being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands made a bridge. Before they could cross, however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figured. It was Death, and he felt cheated. Cheated because travelers would normally drown in the river. But death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever to evade him. The oldest asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. So Death fashioned him one from an elder tree that stood nearby. The second brother decided he wanted to humiliate Death even further and asked for the power to recall loved ones from the grave. So Death plucked a stone from the river and offered it to him. Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man, he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility. The first brother traveled to a distant village where, with the Elder Wand in hand, he killed a wizard with whom he had once quarreled. Drunk with the power that the Elder Wand had given him, he bragged of his invincibility. But that night, another wizard stole the wand and slit the brother's throat for good measure. And so Death took the first brother for his own. The second brother journeyed to his home where he took the stone and turned it thrice in hand. To his delight, the girl he'd once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared before him. Yet, soon she turned sad and cold for she did not belong in the mortal world. Driven mad with hopeless longing, the second brother killed himself, so to join her. And so Death took the second brother. As for the third brother, Death searched many years, but was never able to find him. Only when he attained a great age, did the youngest brother shed the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. He then greeted Death as an old friend and went with him gladly, departing this life as equals."

Xenophilius spoke up as soon as she finished reading, "So there you are. Those are the Deathly Hallows."

"I'm sorry, sir," Harry apologized, "I still don't quite understand."

"Where's that pen I had?" he said as he looked around for pen and parchment. The trio walked behind him once he was able to find both. He drew a single vertical line on the paper and said, "The Elder Wand, the most powerful wand ever made," then drew a circle halfway through the line to the bottom of the line, "The Resurrection Stone," then drew a triangle around the line and circle, "The Cloak of Invisibility. Together, they make the Deathly Hallows. Together, they make one master of death."

"That mark was on a grave in Godric's Hollow. Mr. Lovegood, does the Peverell Family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?" Hermione inquired the moment she understood what he had said.

"Ignotus—excuse me—and his brothers, Cadmus and Antioch were thought to be the original owners of the Hallows and therefore the inspiration for the story. But your tea's gone cold. I'll be right back. Let's go down here," he said as he led them into the kitchen.

Right before they went down, Ron spoke up, "Let's get out of here. I'm not drinking any more of that stuff, hot or cold."

"Thank you, sir," Hermione said as they went into the kitchen.

"You forgot the water," Ron explained.

"Water?" Xenophilius questioned.

"For the tea," Ron answered.

"Did-? Did I? How silly of me," he said, chuckling.

"It's no matter. We really should be going anyway," Harry said.

"No, you can't!" as the outburst came from him unexpectedly.

"Sir?" harry questioned.

"You're my only hope." He started off. "They were angry, you see, about what I'd been writing. So they took her. They took my Luna. My Luna. But it's really you they want."

"Who took her, sir?" he asked, but just as he responded there were several black smokes coming into the house.

Xenophilius screaming and yelling, "Voldemort. Stop! I've got him!"

The trio fought back as much as they could before they held hands and disapparated out of there. "That treacherous little bleeder. Is there no one we can trust?" as soon as Ron had finished his question, a group of vampires showed up trapping them. The three of them looked around them, knowing that they couldn't outrun the vampires but none dared to speak because they knew that the vampires would hear everything.

Harry just dropped his things and put his hands in the air, knowing that there were no other options for them. Hermione and Ron followed suit. The vampires took the things and hastily put the trio on their backs respectively and ran to the Malfoy Manor. Hermione was whimpering for the most part due to the fact that she wasn't used to being manhandled roughly. When they finally arrived at the Manor, they took a few moments to settle down from that rush. All the while, Bellatrix had come to where they stood and struggled to recognize them, "Get Draco," she said as one of the servants left to get him. Once he arrived, she motioned to him and said, "Well?"

"I can't be sure," Draco said. The trio were a bit difficult to recognize due to the various scratch marks on their faces and half of Harry's face was swollen.

"Draco. Look closely, son," Lucius called out. "If we are the ones to hand Potter to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was, you understand?"

Demetri interrupted, "Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy."

"You dare to talk to me like that in my own house?" Lucius reprimanded the vampire.

Cissy went up to Lucius and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Lucius."

"Don't be shy sweetie, come over," Bellatrix called out to Harry and motioned for him to move closer. "Now if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure."

"What's wrong with his face?" Draco asked.

"Yes, what is wrong with his face?" Bellatrix agreed.

"He came to us like that, something he picked up in the forest I reckon," Felix said.

"Or ran into a stinging jinx. Was it you, deary?" she asked as she motioned to Hermione. She looked over to Jane and said "Give me her wand, we'll see what her last spell was," she had her purse in her hand and opened it. "Ah ha, I got you. Ha! What is that? Where'd you get that from?"

"It was in her bag when we searched her. Reckon it's mine now," Alec said.

"Are you mad?" Jane asked.

"Go! Get out! Cissy, put the boys in the cellar! I'm going to have a conversation with this one, girl to girl," she said as she looked down on Hermione. "That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts, how did you get it? Did you and your friends take it from my vault?"
"I didn't take anything. Please. I didn't take anything," Hermione begged.

"I don't believe it," she told her.

Harry and Ron were led down to the basement and once they were out of earshot, Ron spoke up, "What are we gonna do? We can't leave Hermione alone with her."

"Ron? Harry?" a voice called out. A figure came out from its hiding place.

"Luna?" Harry asked. Lune made her presence well known as did Ollivander and Griphook. "We have to do something."

"There's no way out of here. We tried everything. It's enchanted," he told him.

In the distance, they heard Hermione cry out, "Please! Please!"

"Shut up!" Bellatrix bellowed out.

"You're bleeding, Harry. That's a curious thing to keep in your sock," Luna said. Harry put his mirror into his sock. He wasn't in the mood to explain what's going on.

Wormtail had come down to the basement and at the gate, he said, "Get back" he opened the door and with his wand pointed at Ron, he looked over to the goblin, "You, goblin, come with me." Not a moment too soon after leaving, Dobby showed up.

"Dobby? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Dobby has come to rescue Harry Potter, of course. Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter," he said, "as is Ella Cullen and her family."

"She's here?" Dobby nodded and then realized what Dobby just did do, "You can Apparate in and out of this room? Could you take us with you?"

"Of course, sir. I'm an elf," he explained.

"Works for me," Ron spoke up.

"Dobby, I want you to take Luna and Mr. Ollivander—" he said and realized he didn't know where else he could take them.

"Shell cottage on the outskirts of Tinworth. Trust me," Ron intervened. He knew that was one of the few places where they could be safe.

Dobby walked around them towards Ollivander and Luna, "Whenever you're ready, sir. Sir? I like her very much. Meet me at the top of the stairs in ten seconds."

Harry and Ron managed to hide themselves behind a statue in time to see Bellatrix start talking, "I'm only going to ask you this once more, goblin. Think very, very carefully before you answer."

"I don't know," he answered.

"You don't know? Why weren't you doing your job? Who went into my vault? Who stole it? Who stole it? Well?"

"When I was last in your vault, the sword was there," he told her.
"Oh, well then, perhaps it just walked out on its own then," she said sarcastically.

"There's no safer place than Gringotts," he said, ignoring her sarcasm.

"Liar! Consider yourself lucky, goblin. The same won't be said for this one," she said as she pointed to Hermione.
"Like hell," Ron said and pointed his wand at Bellatrix, "Expelliarmus!" At that moment, the Volturi guards were ready to attack but they couldn't move from their spots.

Harry pointed his wand at Lucius, "Stupefy!"

"Stop! Drop your wands. I said, drop them!" she said as she saw both Harry and Ron not listening to her. Just then, she noticed that the vampires weren't moving. "Why didn't you help us out?" But no answer came, "Why aren't you answering me?!" she bellowed.

"That's because I forced them to not respond to you," a voice called out. "Now, let her go!"

"Who dares to enter my home?"

"This isn't your home, Bellatrix," Lucius spoke up.

"Yes, it is especially since you won't do the Dark Lord's deeds," she told him. "Now I want to see who I'm talking to… or else this one gets it!"

She came out of her hiding place with her family flanking her. When Bellatrix saw who it was, she gasped and let Hermione go, "How did you get in here?" she asked, not realizing that Hermione ran behind the safety of Ella and Edward. Respectively, Emmett and Jasper was standing behind Demetri and Felix whereas Rosalie, Esme and Alice were standing behind Jane and Alec. Ella looked at Harry and they both shared a tender moment together. "Do you have a place to stay at after this situation is diffused?"

"Yes," Harry answered, "Ron thought of it."

"Ron, just think of the place, so that Edward can see your answer," she told him. Edward looked into his mind and knew where it was.

"Thank you, Ron. We'll meet you there," he said as they left to help their family outside to deal with the fire.

Bellatrix ignored Ella and Edward and managed to pluck up whatever courage she had and faced Draco, "Pick them up, Draco, now. Well, well, well, look what we have here. It's Harry Potter. He's all bright, and shiny, and new again, just in time for the Dark Lord. Call him. Call him."

"Stupefy!" Harry said to Draco. She looked over to her family and they all nodded at the same time and she let go of her shield, and they all attacked the four of them at the same time and dismembered them all before taking them out of the house to burn their body parts.

Just then Dobby reappeared on the chandelier but it was creaking and fell towards where Bellatrix was standing and nearly harmed her.

"Stupid elf! You could have killed me!" she yelled at him.

"Dobby never meant to kill! Dobby only meant to maim, or seriously injure!" he said.

"How dare you take a witch's wand? How dare you defy your master!"

"Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!" as soon as he said that, they were all fighting each other. As soon as Harry, Hermione and Ron touched Dobby, Bellatrix threw a knife towards them and it was sucked into the same direction that they went.

Once they arrived safely at the location, Harry looked around and made sure that everyone was there, "Hermione. You're all right. We're safe. We're all safe."

"Harry Potter," Dobby called out.

Harry turned to where Dobby was standing and saw that the Bellatrix's knife had hit Dobby. Harry ran towards him and caught him before he hit the sand, "Dobby. Dobby. No, just—hold on. Hold on. Look, just hold on, okay? We'll fix you," he said as he looked to where Hermione was standing, "Hermione will have something. In your bag…Hermione? Hermione? What is it? Help me." He could tell that Hermione didn't have anything to fix the situation and that no matter what she could offer, it wouldn't help Dobby stay alive. At that moment, Ella and her family arrived, just in time to see Harry holding Dobby. Ella ran towards Harry as the rest of the family were spread out to offer support to everyone else.

"What a beautiful place... to be with friends. Dobby is happy to be with his friend, Harry Potter," he said and with his last breath, he passed away. After a moment, Harry screamed before sobbing. Ella hugged him to her, allowing him and herself to mourn over Dobby's death.

he let him go and looked down at Dobby.

"I think we should close his eyes, don't you?" she asked and Harry nodded. She closed his eyes, "There, now he could be sleeping."

"I want to bury him. Properly, without magic," he told her and she nodded.