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Harry
lost
track
of
time
.
He
knew
only
that
the
darkness
had
lightened
a
few
degrees
when
he
was
rejoined
by
Ron
and
Dean
.
"
How
's
Hermione
?
"
"
Better
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Fleur
's
looking
after
her
.
"
Harry
had
his
retort
ready
for
when
they
asked
him
why
he
had
not
simply
created
a
perfect
grave
with
his
wand
,
but
he
did
not
need
it
.
They
jumped
down
into
the
hole
he
had
made
with
spades
of
their
own
and
together
they
worked
in
silence
until
the
hole
seemed
deep
enough
.
Harry
wrapped
the
elf
more
snuggly
in
his
jacket
.
Ron
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
grave
and
stripped
off
his
shoes
and
socks
,
which
he
placed
on
the
elf
's
bare
feet
.
Dean
produced
a
woolen
hat
,
which
Harry
placed
carefully
upon
Dobby
's
head
,
muffling
his
batlike
ears
.
"
We
should
close
his
eyes
.
"
Harry
had
not
heard
the
others
coming
through
the
darkness
.
Bill
was
wearing
a
traveling
cloak
,
Fleur
a
large
white
apron
,
from
the
pocket
of
which
protruded
a
bottle
of
what
Harry
recognized
to
be
Skele-Gro
.
Hermione
was
wrapped
in
a
borrowed
dressing
gown
,
pale
and
unsteady
on
her
feet
;
Ron
put
an
arm
around
her
when
she
reached
him
.
Luna
,
who
was
huddled
in
one
of
Fleur
's
coats
,
crouched
down
and
placed
her
fingers
tenderly
upon
each
of
the
elf
's
eyelids
,
sliding
them
over
his
glassy
stare
.
"
There
,
"
she
said
softly
.
"
Now
he
could
be
sleeping
.
"
Harry
placed
the
elf
into
the
grave
,
arranged
his
tiny
limbs
so
that
he
might
have
been
resting
,
then
climbed
out
and
gazed
for
the
last
time
upon
the
little
body
.
He
forced
himself
not
to
break
down
as
he
remembered
Dumbledore
's
funeral
,
and
the
rows
and
rows
of
golden
chairs
,
and
the
Minister
of
Magic
in
the
front
row
,
the
recitation
of
Dumbledore
's
achievements
,
the
stateliness
of
the
white
marble
tomb
.
He
felt
that
Dobby
deserved
just
as
grand
a
funeral
,
and
yet
here
the
elf
lay
between
bushes
in
a
roughly
dug
hole
.
"
I
think
we
ought
to
say
something
,
"
piped
up
Luna
.
"
I
'll
go
first
,
shall
I
?
"
And
as
everybody
looked
at
her
,
she
addressed
the
dead
elf
at
the
bottom
of
the
grave
.
"
Thank
you
so
much
,
Dobby
,
for
rescuing
me
from
that
cellar
.
It
's
so
unfair
that
you
had
to
die
when
you
were
so
good
and
brave
.
I
'll
always
remember
what
you
did
for
us
.
I
hope
you
're
happy
now
.
"
She
turned
and
looked
expectingly
at
Ron
,
who
cleared
his
throat
and
said
in
a
thick
voice
,
"
yeah
...
thanks
,
Dobby
.
"
