94 Diagon Alley

Miss Bach. Greyback, you deserve so much credit tonight, I'm sure the Dark Lord won't be reluctant to give you this girl. "

There was a strange rubbing sound above her head as she said the last word. All looked up to see the crystal chandelier trembling, and with a squeak and ominous tinkling, the chandelier began to fall. Bellatrix was right below it, and she dropped Hermione, screaming and leaping to the side. The chandelier fell to the floor, the crystal and the chain crackling, hitting Hermione and the goblin still holding the Gryffindor sword. Sparkling crystal shards splattered everywhere.

Ron ran over and pulled Hermione out of the mess, Harry also seized the opportunity, leaped over the armchair, snatched the three wands in Greyback's hand, pointed at him, Shouting: "Pass out!"

The werewolf was thrown by the triple spell, flying to the ceiling, and then hitting the floor hard.

Narcissa ran to the dungeon to prevent Draco from getting hurt again.

"He'll kill us." Draco shuddered, leaning weakly on top of his mother.

"No." Narcissa Malfoy's voice was also a little erratic, "As long as you tell him Ollivander, he will let us go."

Upstairs, Bellatrix jumped up, her hair flying, waving a small silver knife.

"Dobby!" she screamed, stunned even Bellatrix. "You! You knocked down the chandelier—"

The elf ran into the house and pointed at the sister of his former mistress with trembling fingers.

"You must not hurt Harry Potter." he screamed.

"I'm going to kill him, Cissy!" cried Bellatrix sharply, "You dirty little hozen! How dare you use magic on wizards? How dare you defy Owner?"

"Dobby has no master!" said the elf sharply, "Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby is here to rescue Harry Potter and his friends!"

Harry's scar blacked out from the pain. He knew vaguely that Voldemort would appear in a few moments or seconds.

"Ron, then—go!" Harry shouted, throwing a wand at Ron, then bending over and pulling the tab out from under the chandelier. The goblin was still clenching the sword. Harry lifted the goblin on his shoulders, grabbed Dobby's hand, and Apparated in place.

Before entering the darkness, he took one last look at the living room: the solidified pale figures of Narcissa and Draco who had just come up from the ground, the red of Ron's hair, and a faint silver light passing by, It was Bellatrix's knife flying towards where he was disappearing - Harry subconsciously reached out with his left hand to block them.

Bill and Fleur's Home...Shell Cottage...Bill and Fleur's Home...

He disappears into the unknown space, all he can do is repeat the name of the destination over and over again, hoping that will ensure that he will be taken there. His forehead stinged violently, the goblin's weight on him, the blade of the Gryffindor sword slamming against his back. Dobby's back twitched in his palm, and he wondered if the elf was trying to take control and pull them in the right direction, and Harry tried to pat his back in agreement... but he found his left hand couldn't play it, The pain seemed to be more severe than the scar.

Then they fell to the solid ground, and the smell of the air was salty. Harry landed on his knees and gently placed the ring on the ground.

The goblin moved and Harry asked, "Are you all right?" But Griphook just whimpered.

Harry squinted into the darkness. Under the vast starry sky, there seemed to be a hut not far away, and he felt that there seemed to be movement there.

"Dobby, is this the Shell Hut?" He turned his head and asked softly, clutching the two wands the Malfoys had stolen, ready to fight, "Are we on the right track? Dobby ?"

He turned his head, the elf's back pressed tightly against his left hand.

"Dobby!"

The elf shook slightly, and the stars reflected in his big shining eyes. Harry looked down and saw the silver hilt, pierced through his palm, and stuck on the elf's back.

"Dobby—no—help!" Harry yelled at the hut, and at the people walking there, "help!"

He didn't know or care if they were wizards or Muggles, foes or friends. The only thing he cared about was that a dark patch was spreading across Dobby's back. He didn't know if it was his own blood or Dobby's blood, so he didn't dare to use the knife.

The fear of losing Dobby made him not even feel the pain in his left palm.

"Dobby, no, don't die, don't die—"

The elf's eyes found him, lips trembling, trying to speak.

"Harry... Potter..." Then the elf shuddered slightly, his eyes like two big glass **** reflecting the twinkling stars he could never see again. "You saved Dobby."

After a minute or two, he realized they were on the right track after all, with Bill and Fleur, Dean and Luna all gathered around him, and he knelt beside the elf.

"Damn," Bill said, and Dean and Harry carried Harry and the elf, Fleur took off her coat and shoved it near their wound.

"They bleed too much." Bill said, looking at his red coat.

He's right, Harry thought. Because soon he lost consciousness.

Two magpies and four magpies

Like a nightmare from the past, Harry seemed to be kneeling again next to Dumbledore's body, under the tallest tower at Hogwarts, but the reality was that he was closed Eyes, just out of a sticky and dark coma. The water was pounding against the rocks close by, and Harry listened to the sound of the waves, and the others were talking, discussing things Harry didn't have the heart to listen to.

The scar was burning, but he was able to overcome the pain, still feeling it, but with distance. He eventually learned to control, to keep Voldemort out of his head, which was exactly what Dumbledore wanted him to learn from Snape. Just as Voldemort's mind couldn't control Harry when Harry was grieving for Sirius, now Harry expects Dobby to escape like his godfather.

He thinks of Draco Malfoy, his unexpected, small, unconscious kindness - Harry still can't believe he's on his side... maybe he's the same as the Astronomy Tower Weak again? Or maybe Dumbledore did see through his soul... what else did he foresee?

Harry had no concept of time, all he knew was that when he opened his eyes, Ron and Dean were around him.

"How is Hermione?" Harry licked his chapped lips and decided to ask a relatively optimistic question first.

"Better," said Ron, "Flour is taking care of her."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Harry's heart gradually fell: "Dobby..."

Luna pushed open the door and crept in, softly saying, "It's asleep." Seeing Harry's pale face, she added, "I mean, asleep. "

"You helped him block the fatal blow, mate." Ron reluctantly pouted, "Most of the blood is yours—we took a lot of work to get that one out. The silver dagger is drawn/out/out from your palm and Dobby's back."

"If it weren't for you, it would have killed it." Dean was a little scared.

"We wouldn't be able to escape the dungeon without Dobby," said Harry, and only then did he raise his left hand—like a hundred layers of gauze—and form it into a Quaffle. So big.

"I kinda miss the medical wing." Harry tried to liven up the mood.

"Bellatrix's little dagger must have a curse on it—or goblin drool." Luna's soft voice came, "You and Dobby can't stop no matter what. Blood, everyone who comes to see you has to wrap another gauze around you."

Harry decided to look away from his funny left hand and asked how the others were doing.

"Thanks to Bill's house growing full of tonic herbs." Ron opened the window, Harry looked out, and there were dense purple flowers growing on the cliffs by the sea in Cornwall. , adorned with some white petals. Dawn was breaking the horizon, and the sky was a shell pink and hazy gold. It had been hours since they left Malfoy Manor, and dawn had finally come.

At Harry's insistence, several people left the room together and went to the living room. The house was lightly coloured and beautifully decorated, with a small piece of seaside driftwood burning brightly in the fireplace.

"...fortunately Ginny was on vacation. If she was at Hogwarts, she might have been caught before we got in touch, and now we know she's fine."

Bill glanced around and saw Harry and the others standing there.

"I've moved them all out of the Burrow," he explained, "into Aunt Muriel's house. Now the Death Eaters know Ron is with you and will definitely go. To our family—don't be sorry," he added, seeing Harry's expression, "it's only a matter of time, Daddy's been saying for months that we're the biggest family of pure-blood traitors."

"How to protect them?" Harry asked.

"The Faithful Curse, Daddy is the Keeper. The same method is used in this cottage, and I'm the Keeper here. None of us can go to work, but it's not the most important thing now. Ollivander and Griphook will also be moved to Aunt Muriel's when they recover. Not many rooms here, but she has plenty. Dobby might have to go back to Hogwarts, or somewhere else. Griphook's leg is recovering and Fleur has given it and Dobby the progesterone, and they'll be able to transfer soon, maybe another hour or—"

"No!" said Harry, more than