Kassandra Bauer and the Deathly Hallows. (Book 7)

Chapter 31: The Wandmaker.

I felt like I was reliving a nightmare. Harry's voice still saying: "Dobby... Dobby..." But he was already gone. Gone forever. 

Still on my knees. I felt a warm feeling hand fall on my shoulder. "Kassie..." It was Ethan. 

"Ethan..." I said with tears in my eyes.

"Hey... it's okay... let it all out." Ethan assured me. I could tell how sad he was too. Just from his voice. He then turned to Chiara. "Get a Stretcher for Hermione. Immediately." 

"I'm on it." Chiara replied. "And I'm-" 

"There was nothing you could've done, Chiara. The wounds were too severe. Let's just save Hermione while we still can." Ethan said.

"I'll help take her." Ron declared. And he placed Hermione on a Stretcher that Chiara had conjured up. Taking her in the house with Jason helping him. 

"I'm sorry." Jacob told both Ethan and I. "I know how much he was your friend."

And it was then that I started to cry.  

Harry looked down at Dobby. His stretched out hand pulled the sharp blade from the Elf's body, then dragged off his own cloak of his armor and covered Dobby in it like a blanket. 

The sea rushed against rock somewhere nearby. And Ethan and the rest of the Circle was barking orders. 

"Bea. Gather a headcount. I want all names accounted. Jae, Twins. You're on watch. I want to make sure no one followed us here. Tulip, get in contact with Nottingham at Rebel Command, any wounded should be taken into the house. Dean, can you take Griphook inside the house. Chelsea. Help Mr. Ollivander." Ethan was barking orders.

"Yes, sir." Dean nodded taking Griphook into the house as well.

"I'm on it." Chelsea replied taking Ollivander. 

"Fleur, go assist Dean." Ethan ordered.

Fleur nodded. 

Bill continued to look at Dobby. "He died a hero." He said. 

"We should give him funeral rites as such." I decided in-between sobs. "He was more than a hero though. He was my friend." 

It was Mater's turn to hold me close now. "Why do we keep losing friends, Mater? Why? It's not fair!" 

"It never is." Mater replied. "There, there. We'll be okay. It's okay..." 

"I agree with Kassie." Bill finally said after a silence. "About the... funeral rites." He clarified. 

"I want to do it properly." Harry suddenly said. "Without magic. Anyone got a spade?" 

"I think that fair." Ethan agreed.

"Yeah... over here." Bill answered going to grab a spade. 

And I could see the American House Elves looking over the body. "That kid had guts to go back to that Manor." I heard the one called Whammy say.

And shortly afterward, Harry had set to work alone, digging the grave in the place that Bill had shown at the end of the garden between bushes. The way Harry dug was in a very deep and powerful fury. He dug deeper and deeper in the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat.

It was during all of this that I realized something horrible. And I had been so consumed in my grief that I didn't even notice it. We couldn't give Dobby the proper funeral rites! The Drachmae coins... I had lost them. I lost them when we were arrested. How would be able to... to give two coins to Dobby? To place them over his eyes so he could cross the River Styx? Dobby would be forever in the Underworld Deaf and Blind for all eternity if he couldn't pay Charon.