I cried out in pain as the saltwater got into the fresh cuts on my arm. Even I couldn't pretend I'm not in agony.
Harry, who had landed a few feet from me, rushed over as he heard me. He carefully took my arm in his hand and read over the words.
"Blood traitor riddle. Shame to the dark lord." He repeated, then he froze as he saw the dark mark carved into my arm. "Oh my god."
I looked down. The blood had now stained the sand I had landed on. It stung like nothing I've ever felt before, I just wanted to cut my arm off.
He pulled me into a hug. "You're all right now. You're safe. We're all safe."
I buried my face into his warm chest.
I felt strange. Words can't really describe the feeling after just being tortured by your own mother.
If there was one thing today really confirmed, it was that my mum certainly doesn't love me. And she never has. Any hope I had that we could one day become a family was long gone.
"Are Hermione and the others okay?" I asked desperately as we pulled away.
"Looks like it."
I slowly sat up and looked in their direction. Ron had pulled Hermione into a tight hug.
"H-Harry Potter." Dobby said weakly.
We all turned to him. He was hunched over about twenty feet away from us, clutching his stomach. When he moved his tiny, shaking hands they were covered in blood.
"Dobby." Harry breathed.
My hands covered my mouth as I gasped in shock. Harry looked at me to make sure I was okay before running over to his friend.
Dobby fell into Harry's arms once he had reached him. Harry tossed the bloody knife to the ground, the knife my mother that thrown.
This was all my fault.
It's because of me this happened.
"No. Dobby. No, just-hold on." Harry's voice broke as he tried to comfort Dobby. "Hold in. Look, just hold on, okay?" He held his hand to his wound to stop the bleeding.
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Ron and Hermione rushed over to me and helped me up. Together we walked made our way over to the two of them, with Ron and Hermione holding me up.
We stood beside them both, but not too close. We want to give Harry his space. If poor Dobby really is going to die, it's Harry he should be with.
I shouldn't be near either of them. My own mother killed Dobby. I feel all the guilt for her actions.
"Stay with us, Dobby. We'll-we'll fix you. Hermione will have something." Harry stuttered as he held Dobby close. "In her bag. Hermione?"
