A short story about my favourite chareter (Other then Hermione)

Disclamier: I own nothing

The free elf

"No Dobby, don't die" Harry sobbed. As he held the elf close to his chest.

"It's too late" Dobby crocked. He felt numb as his small body was slowly getting weaker

"No, Hermione has something in her bag" Harry told him. Harry gave Hermione a pleading look. She shook her head as she wiped away the rolling tears "It empty"

The elf lay in Harry arms. He wasn't scared. Death was over coming him, but he was ready. Ready to die.

"Dobby is happy" he told Harry "Harry Potter saved Dobby from Dobby's cruel family. Dobby saved Harry Potter to return the favor" as the words left his mouth, he knew they were true.

He would be alright he was going to a better place. Just like many had before him. He was close to joining Dumbledore, Mad-eye Moody, Sirius Black, Cedric Diggory, Harry Parents and many more that had died at the hands of Voldemort and his followers.

Dobby looked up at Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna and Dean. They all were crouched beside him crying for the poor elf, which had just saved their lives.

"It such a beautiful thing" Dobby told them, "to die surrounded by friends"

Then Dobby drew his final breath his world went dark.

R.I.P Dobby. We will always remember and Love you.