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"
Thanks
,
"
muttered
Dean
.
Harry
swallowed
.
"
Good
bye
,
Dobby
,
"
he
said
.
It
was
all
he
could
manage
,
but
Luna
had
said
it
all
for
him
.
Bill
raised
his
wand
,
and
the
pile
of
earth
beside
the
grave
rose
up
into
the
air
and
fell
neatly
upon
it
,
a
small
,
reddish
mound
.
"
D'ya
mind
if
I
stay
here
a
moment
?
"
he
asked
the
others
.
They
murmured
words
he
did
not
catch
;
he
felt
gentle
pats
upon
his
back
,
and
then
they
all
traipsed
back
toward
the
cottage
,
leaving
Harry
alone
beside
the
elf
.
He
looked
around
:
There
were
a
number
of
large
white
stones
,
smoothed
by
the
sea
,
marking
the
edge
of
the
flower
beds
.
He
picked
up
one
of
the
largest
and
laid
it
,
pillowlike
,
over
the
place
where
Dobby
's
head
now
rested
.
He
then
felt
in
his
pocket
for
a
wand
.
There
were
two
in
there
.
He
had
forgotten
,
lost
track
;
he
could
not
now
remember
whose
wands
these
were
;
he
seemed
to
remember
wrenching
them
out
of
someone
's
hand
.
He
selected
the
shorter
of
the
two
,
which
felt
friendlier
in
his
hand
,
and
pointed
it
at
the
rock
.
Slowly
,
under
his
murmured
instruction
,
deep
cuts
appeared
upon
the
rock
's
surface
.
He
knew
that
Hermione
could
have
done
it
more
neatly
,
and
probably
more
quickly
,
but
he
wanted
to
mark
the
spot
as
he
had
wanted
to
dig
the
grave
.
When
Harry
stood
up
again
,
the
stone
read
:
HERE
LIES
DOBBY
,
A
FREE
ELF
.
He
looked
at
his
handiwork
for
a
few
more
seconds
,
then
walked
away
,
his
scar
still
prickling
a
little
,
and
his
mind
full
of
those
things
that
had
come
to
him
in
the
grave
,
ideas
that
had
taken
shape
in
the
darkness
,
ideas
both
fascinating
and
terrible
.
They
were
all
sitting
in
the
living
room
when
he
entered
the
little
hall
,
their
attention
focused
upon
Bill
,
who
was
talking
.
The
room
was
light-colored
,
pretty
,
with
a
small
fire
of
driftwood
burning
brightly
in
the
fireplace
.
Harry
did
not
want
to
drop
mud
upon
the
carpet
,
so
he
stood
in
the
doorway
,
listening
.
"
...
lucky
that
Ginny
's
on
holiday
.
If
she
'd
been
at
Hogwarts
they
could
have
taken
her
before
we
reached
her
.
Now
we
know
she
's
safe
too
.
"
He
looked
around
and
saw
Harry
standing
there
.
"
I
've
been
getting
them
all
out
of
the
Burrow
,
"
he
explained
.
"
Moved
them
to
Muriel
's
.
The
Death
Eaters
know
Ron
's
with
you
now
,
they
're
bound
to
target
the
family
--
do
n't
apologize
,
"
he
added
at
the
sight
of
Harry
's
expression
.
"
It
was
always
a
matter
of
time
,
Dad
's
been
saying
so
for
months
.
We
're
the
biggest
blood
traitor
family
there
is
.
"
