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"
Dobby
,
is
this
Shell
Cottage
?
"
he
whispered
,
clutching
the
two
wands
he
had
brought
from
the
Malfoys
'
,
ready
to
fight
if
he
needed
to
.
"
Have
we
come
to
the
right
place
?
Dobby
?
"
He
looked
around
.
The
little
elf
stood
feet
from
him
.
"
DOBBY
!
"
The
elf
swayed
slightly
,
stars
reflected
in
his
wide
,
shining
eyes
.
Together
,
he
and
Harry
looked
down
at
the
silver
hilt
of
the
knife
protruding
from
the
elf
's
heaving
chest
.
"
Dobby
--
no
--
HELP
!
"
Harry
bellowed
toward
the
cottage
,
toward
the
people
moving
there
.
"
HELP
!
"
He
did
not
know
or
care
whether
they
were
wizards
or
Muggles
,
friends
or
foes
;
all
he
cared
about
was
that
a
dark
stain
was
spreading
across
Dobby
's
front
,
and
that
he
had
stretched
out
his
own
arms
to
Harry
with
a
look
of
supplication
.
Harry
caught
him
and
laid
him
sideways
on
the
cool
grass
.
"
Dobby
,
no
,
do
n't
die
,
do
n't
die
--
"
The
elf
's
eyes
found
him
,
and
his
lips
trembled
with
the
effort
to
form
words
.
"
Harry
...
Potter
...
"
And
then
with
a
little
shudder
the
elf
became
quite
still
,
and
his
eyes
were
nothing
more
than
great
glassy
orbs
,
sprinkled
with
light
from
the
stars
they
could
not
see
.
