Hinny, A Beginning (BOOK 1 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

After The Burial

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Harry

We found Bill and Fleur in the kitchen as we entered.

Fleur gasped staring at us, while Bill took Ron and Ginny in a bear hug.

"I need to wrap him." He requested. Fleur nodded and came to me, helping me further into the hut. I sat in a room she led me to, up the stairs and gave me a white sheet. I heard a knock and Ginny stood in the door.

She sniffed, walking in and taking the sheet from the bed. She laid it flat for me and nodded for me to lay him.

"Wait." She paused me as i tried to fold the sheet around him. She took a pillow from the bed and took off the white cover and pulled out her knife from her pocket. Making holes in top and side, she pulled off Dobby's bloody clothes and put on the new dress.

"There. Dobby with new clothes. He'll be happy to see that." She smiled.

"Thank you." I whispered, wrapping him up and standing beside her. She rubbed my chest and put her face in neck to soothe me. I just cried some more and she let me.

"Its okay." She hugged me tight. I sighed and moved away.

"Bring him to the cliff, will you?" I asked her. She nodded. I cleared a tear off her cheek, "You okay?"

"Yeah." She sniffed. I let her go and head out. I asked Bill for a shovel and headed up the hill that was shining with the Sun beaming, directly at it. It seemed like an ideal happy place. It took me a while to dig up the small grave. I picked up a large pebble like smooth stone and used the mirror to etch in it.

Here lies Dobby.
A free Elf.

Ginny carried Dobby up, followed by Ron and Hermoine. She handed him to me and I laid him down in the grave. We all put hands in putting the sand back on his grave and covering it up. Hermoine and Ron sat together with her head on his shoulder and him hugging her and i sat alone with Ginny behind me. She gave me my space. I appreciated that.

I'd lost another companion. Another friend. And this time, I wasn't just upset. My anger was through the roof.

Voldemort'd messed up this time. It was time to put an end to this entire battle.

With this thought, I got up and headed down to Bill and Fleur's house. But suddenly, i felt a surge run through me and i fell to my knees. Grumbling i held my head.

Voldemort kneeling forth a white granite tomb. He cracked the rocks apart and bent over the corpse of a relaxed Dumbledore.

"At last." He whispered and then I saw the wand. The elder wand.

"Harry?" Ginny called and i looked up.

I didnt say anything and ran down the hill to the house. I could hear them following. When I reached, I ran to Bill.

"I need to see the goblin." I requested either ease. He led us to the room and shut it behind us. Ron, Hermoine and Ginny stood by it as i walked to him.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Alive." He spoke, sitting on a couch, facing the window, with eyes closed and hands clasped together.

"You probably don't remember-" I started.

"-that I showed you to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts?" Griphook finished my words. I nodded as he opened his eyes, "Even among goblins, you're famous, Harry Potter." He stared at me, "You buried the elf?" He asked.