A/N: This is a work of fiction using the characters from Harry Potter that are trademarked by J.K. Rowling.
Harry woke up at Shell Cottage, the sun shined bright in the room. After being detained in the dungeon at Malfoy Manor he was still surprised when he woke up and saw the pale beige walls and smelled the salt on the air from the nearby sea.
Harry pushed himself out of bed and walked over to stand by the open window, a gentle breeze tousled his unruly hair. His gaze drifted over the waves that crashed against the shore. It had been a tumultuous year and moments of peace like this were rare and he would cherish it for however short a time he had before they had to leave.
His gaze drifted and he found himself looking off into the distance. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew that Dobby's grave was just over the nearby hill. They had escaped their captivity, but it came at a great price.
With a soft sigh, Harry left his room and headed straight outside, avoiding the other residents of the house. It looked like Spring had officially arrived at Shell Cottage and the garden had a sweet scent of freshly blossomed flowers. He wandered among the beds of daffodils and tulips, the vibrant colours a stark contrast to the lingering darkness.
Lost in thought, Harry was startled by a soft voice behind him. He turned around and saw Luna with a radiant smile on her face. In her hands, she held a bouquet of wildflowers that was carefully chosen and arranged in a beautiful display.
"Harry," Luna said, her voice was calm, "I was headed over towards Dobby's grave. I thought…" her voice trailed off and she looked down at the flowers in her grasp.
"He would have loved all the colours," Harry choked out.
"Do you want to come with me?"
Harry nodded and as Luna moved to leave, Harry caught sight of a solitary patch of rust-coloured poppies. Their delicate petals danced in harmony and cast a mesmerizing spell. They seemed to whisper a silent message in the wind and Harry felt drawn to them. He hoped that Fleur and Bill wouldn't mind if he picked a couple.
He reached down and plucked six rust-coloured poppies out of the ground and followed after his friend. Together the pair crested the small hill and Harry spotted the small stone marker that had been created for his small friend.
He watched Luna gently rest her bouquet of wildflowers and he followed suit and placed his makeshift bouquet of poppies down.
"I'm gonna miss you," he whispered. He felt Luna's steadying hand on his shoulder and together they just stood in silence remembering the energetic elf who gave his life to save them.
Word Count: 452
Challenges/Prompts:
Scamander's Case – Bouquet of Flowers; Rust
Five Nights at Freddy's – 31. Spring Freddy: Spring