Her last attempt to halt our flight.
A silver flash cuts empty space,
Yet comes to rest in a fatal place.
Arriving near the break of dawn,
Too late for my savior; he's nearly gone.
Those yellow eyes meet my own green.
And as they gain a misty sheen,
His final words slip from his lips
"...Harry....Potter....".
And I still live,
Whilst Dobby died.
A/N
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