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The Wandmaker

           "There,"shesaidsoftly."Nowhecouldbesleeping."

           Harryplacedtheelfintothegrave,arrangedhistinylimbssothathemighthavebeenresting,thenclimbedoutandgazedforthelasttimeuponthelittlebody.HeforcedhimselfnottobreakdownasherememberedDumbledore’sfuneral,andtherowsandrowsofgoldenchairs,andtheMinisterofMagicinthefrontrow,therecitationofDumbledore’sachievements,thestatelinessofthewhitemarbletomb.HefeltthatDobbydeservedjustasgrandafuneral,andyetheretheelflaybetweenbushesinaroughlydughole.

           "Ithinkweoughttosaysomething,"pipedupLuna."I’llgofirst,shallI?"

           Andaseverybodylookedather,sheaddressedthedeadelfatthebottomofthegrave.

           "Thankyousomuch,Dobby,forrescuingmefromthatcellar.It’ssounfairthatyouhadtodiewhenyouweresogoodandbrave.I’llalwaysrememberwhatyoudidforus.Ihopeyou’rehappynow."

           SheturnedandlookedexpectinglyatRon,whoclearedhisthroatandsaidinathickvoice,"yeah…thanks,Dobby."

           "Thanks,"mutteredDean.

           Harryswallowed."Goodbye,Dobby,"hesaid.Itwasallhecouldmanage,butLunahadsaiditallforhim.Billraisedhiswand,andthepileofearthbesidethegraveroseupintotheairandfellneatlyuponit,asmall,reddishmound."D’yamindifIstayhereamoment?"heaskedtheothers.

           Theymurmuredwordshedidnotcatch;hefeltgentlepatsuponhisback,andthentheyalltraipsedbacktowardthecottage,leavingHarryalonebesidetheelf.

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