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and　together　they　worked　in　silence　until　the　hole　seemed　deep　enough。
Harry　wrapped　the　elf　more　snuggly　in　his　jacket。　Ron　sat　on　the　edge　of　the　grave　and　stripped　off　his　shoes　and　socks；　which　he　placed　on　the　elf's　bare　feet。　Dean　produced　a　woolen　hat；　which　Harry　placed　carefully　upon　Dobby's　head；　muffling　his　batlike　ears。　〃We　should　close　his　eyes。〃
Harry　had　not　heard　the　others　coming　through　the　darkness。　Bill　was　wearing　a　traveling　cloak；　Fleur　a　large　white　apron；　from　the　pocket　of　which　protruded　a　bottle　of　what　Harry　recognized　to　be　Skele…Gro。　Hermione　was　wrapped　in　a　borrowed　dressing　gown；　pale　and　unsteady　on　her　feet；　Ron　put　an　arm　around　her　when　she　reached　him。　Luna；　who　was　huddled　in　one　of　Fleur's　coats；　crouched　down　and　placed　her　fingers　tenderly　upon　each　of　the　elf's　eyelids；　sliding　them　over　his　glassy　stare。　〃There；〃　she　said　softly。　〃Now　he　could　be　sleeping。〃
Harry　placed　the　elf　into　the　grave；　arranged　his　tiny　limbs　so　that　he　might　have　been　resting；　then　climbed　out　and　gazed　for　the　last　time　upon　the　little　body。　He　forced　himself　not　to　break　down　as　he　remembered　Dumbledore's　funeral；　and　the　rows　and　rows　of　golden　chairs；　and　the　Minister　of　Magic　in　the　front　row；　the　recitation　of
Dumbledore's　achievements；　the　stateliness　of　the　white　marble　tomb。　He　felt　that　Dobby　deserved　just　as　grand　a　funeral；　and　yet　here　the　elf　lay　between　bushes　in　a　roughly　dug　hole。　〃I　think　we　ought　to　say　something；〃　piped　up　Luna。　〃I'll　go　first；　shall　I？〃
And　as　everybody　looked　at　her；　she　addressed　the　dead　elf　at　the　bottom　of　the　grave。　〃Thank　you　so　much　Dobby　for　rescuing　me　from　that　cellar。　It's　so　unfair　that　you　had　to　die　when　you　were　so　good　and　brave。　I'll　always　remember　what　you　did　for　us。　I　hope　you're　happy　now。〃
She　turned　and　looked　expectingly　at　Ron；　who　cleared　his　throat　and　said　in　a　thick　voice；　〃yeaha133thanks　Dobby。〃　〃Thanks；〃　muttered　Dean。　Harry　swallowed。　〃Good　bye　Dobby；〃　he　said　It　was　all　he　could　manage；　but　Luna　had　said　it　all　for　him。　Bill　raised　his　wand；　and　the　pile　of　earth　beside　the　grave　rose　up　into　the　air　and　fell　neatly　upon　it；　a　small；　reddish　mound。　〃D'ya　mind　if　I　stay　here　a　moment？〃　He　asked　the　others。
They　murmured　words　he　did　not　catch；　he　felt　gentle　pats　upon　his　back；　and　then　they　all　traipsed　back　toward　the　cottage；　leaving　Harry　alone　beside　the　elf。
He　looked　around：　There　were　a　number　of　large　white　stones；　smoothed　by　the　sea；　marking　the　edge　of　the　flower　beds。　He　picked　up　one　of　the　largest　and　laid　it；　pillowlike；　over　the　place　where　Dobby's　head　now　rested。　He　then　felt　in　his　pocket　for　a　wand。　There　were　two　in　there。　He　had　forgotten；　lost　track；　he　could　not　now　remember　whose　wands　these　were；　he　seemed　to　remember　wrenching　them　out　of　someone's　hand。　He　selected　the　shorter　of　the　two；　which　felt　friendlier　in　his　hand；　and　pointed　it　at　the　rock。
Slowly；　under　his　murmured　instruction；　deep　cuts　appeared　upon　the　rock's　surface。　He　knew　that　Hermione　could　have　done　it　more　neatly；　and　probably　more　quickly；　but　he　wanted　to　mark　the　spot　as　he　had　wanted　to　dig　the　grave。　When　Harry　stood　up　again；　the　stone　read：　HERE　LIES　DOBBY；　A　FREE　ELF。
He　looked　at　his　handiwork　for　a　few　more　seconds；　then　walked　away；　his　scar　still　prickling　a　little；　and　his　mind　full　of　those　things　that　had　come　to　him　in　the　grave；　ideas　that　had　taken　shape　in　the　darkness；　ideas　both　fascinating　and　terrible。
They　were　all　sitting　in　the　living　room　when　he　entered　the　little　hall；　their　attention　focused　upon　Bill；　who　was　talking。　The　room　was　light…colored；　pretty；　with　a　small　fire　of　driftwood　burning　brightly　in　the　fireplace。　Harry　did　not　want　to　drop　mud　upon　the　carpet；　so　he　stood　in　the　doorway；　listening。
〃a133lucky　that　Ginny's　on　holiday。　If　she'd　been　at　Hogwarts　they　could　have　taken　her　before　we　reached　her。　Now　we　know　she's　safe　too。〃　He　looked　around　and　saw　Harry　standing　there。　〃I've　been　getting　them　all　out　of　the　Burrow；〃　he　explained。　〃Moved　them　to　Muriel's。　The　Death　Eaters　know　Ron's　with　you　now；　they're　bound　to　target　the　family　…don't　apologize；〃　he　added　at　the　sight　of　Harry's　expression。　〃It　was　always　a　matter　of　time；　Dad's　been　saying　so　for　months。　We're　the　biggest　blood　traitor　family　there　is。〃
〃How　are　they　protected？〃　asked　Harry。　〃Fidelius　Charm。　Dad's　Secret…Keeper。　And　we've　done　it　on　this　cottage　too；　I'm　Secret…Keeper　here。　None　of　us　can　go　to　work；　but　that's　hardly　the　most　important　thing　now。　Once　Ollivander　and　Griphook　are　well　enough；　we'll　move　them　to　Muriel's　too。　There　isn't　much　room　here；　but　she's　got
plenty。　Griphook's　legs　are　on　the　mend。　Fleur's　given　him　Skele…Gro…we　could　probably　move　them　in　an　hour　ora151〃
〃No；〃　Harry　said　and　Bill　looked　startled。　〃I　need　both　of　them　here。　I　need　to　talk　to　them。　It's　important。〃　He　heard　the　authority　of　his　own　voice；　the　conviction；　the　voice　of　purpose　that　had　come　to　him　as　he　dug　Dobby's　grave。　All　of　their　faces　were　turned　toward　him　looking　puzzled。
〃I'm　going　to　wash；〃　Harry　told　Bill　looking　down　at　his　hands　still　covered　with　mud　and　Dobby's　blood。　〃Then　I'll　need　to　see　them；　straight　away。〃　He　walked　into　the　little　kitchen；　to　the　basin　beneath　a　window　overlooking　the　sea。　Dawn　was　breaking　over　the　horizon；　shell　pink　and　faintly　gold；　as　he　washed；　again　following　the　train　of　thought　that　had　come　to　him　in　the　dark　gardena133
Dobby　would　never　be　able　to　tell　them　who　had　sent　him　to　the　cellar；　but　Harry　knew　what　he　had　seen。　A　piercing　blue　eye　had　looked　out　of　the　mirror　fragment；　and　then　help　had　come。　iHelp　will　always　be　given　at　Hogwarts　to　those　who　ask　for　it。i
Harry　dried　his　hands；　impervious　to　the　beauty　of　the　scene　outside　the　window　and　to　the　murmuring　of　the　others　in　the　sitting　room。　He　looked　out　over　the　ocean　and　felt　closer；　this　dawn；　than　ever　before；　closer　to　the　heart　of　it　all。
And　still　his　scar　prickled；　and　he　knew　that　Voldemort　was　getting　there　too。　Harry　understood　and　yet　did　not　understand。　His　instinct　was　telling　him　one　thing；　his　brain　quite　another。　The　Dumbledore　in　Harry's　head　smiled；　surveying　Harry　over　the　tips　of　his　fingers；　pressed　together　as　if　in　prayer。
iYou　gave　Ron　the　Deluminatora133You　understood　hima133You　gave　him　a　way　backa133
And　you　understood　Wormtail　tooa133You　knew　there　was　a　bit　of　regret　there；　somewherea133
And　if　you　knew　thema133What　did　you　know　about　me；　Dumbledore？
Am　I　meant　to　know　but　not　to　seek？　Did　you　know　how　hard　I'd　feel　that？　Is　that　why　you　made　it　this　difficult？　So　I'd　have　time　to　work　that　out？i
Harry　stood　quite　still；　eyes　glazed；　watching　the　place　where　a　bright　gold　ray　of　dazzling　sun　was　rising　over　the　horizon。　Then　he　looked　down　at　his　clean　hands　and　was　momentarily　surprised　to　see　the　cloth　he　was　holding　in　them。　He　set　it　down　and　returned　to　the　hall；　and　as　he　did　so；　he　felt　his　scar　pulse　angrily；　and　then　flashed　across　his　mind；　swift　as　the　reflection　of　a　dragonfly　over　water；　the　outline　of　a　building　he　knew　extremely　well。
Bill　and　Fleur　were　standing　at　the　foot　of　the　stairs。
〃I　need　to　speak　to　Griphook　and　Ollivander；〃　Harry　said。
〃No；〃　said　Fleur。　〃You　will　'ave　to　wait；　'Arry。　Zey　are　both　too　tired　…〃
〃I'm　sorry；〃　he　said　without　heat；　〃but　it　can't　wait。　I　need　to　talk　to　them　now。　Privately　…　and　separately。　It's　urgent。〃
〃Harry；　what　the　hell's　going　on？〃　asked　Bill。　〃You　turn　up　here　with　a　dead　house…elf　and　a　half…conscious　goblin；　Hermione　looks　as　though　she's　been　tortured；　and　Ron's　just　refused　to　tell　me　anything　…〃
〃We　can't　tell　you　what　we're　doing；〃　said　Harry　flatly。　〃You're　in　the　Order；　Bill；　you　know　Dumbledore　left　us　a　mission。　We're　not　supposed　to　talk　about　it　to　anyone　else。〃
Fleur　made　an　impatient　noise；　but　Bill　did　not　look　at　her；　he　was　staring　at　Harry。　His　deeply　scarred　face　was　hard　to　read。　Finally；　Bill　said；　〃All　right。　Who　do　you　want　to　talk　to　first？〃
Harry　hesitated。　He　knew　what　hung　on　his　decision。　There　was　hardly　any　time　left；　now　was　the　moment　to　decide：　Horcruxes　or　Hallows？
〃Griphook；〃　Harry　said。　〃I'll　speak　to　Griphook　first。〃
His　heart　was　racing　as　if　he　had　been　sprinting　and　had　just　cleared　an　enormous　obstacle。
〃Up　here；　then；〃　said　Bill；　leading　the　way。
Harry　had　walked　up　several　steps　before　stopping　and　looking　back。
〃I　need　you　two　as　well！〃　he　called　to　Ron　and　Hermione；　who　had　been　skulking；　half　concealed；　in　the　doorway　of　the　sitting　room。
They　both　moved　into　the　light；　looking　oddly　relieved。
〃How　are　you？〃　Harry　asked　Hermione。　〃You　were　amazing　…　coming　up　with　that　story　when　she　was　hurting　you　like　that　…〃
Hermione　gave　a　weak　smile　as　Ron　gave　her　a　one…armed　squeeze。
〃What　are　we　doing　now；　Harry？〃　he　asked。
〃You'll　see。　Come　on。〃
Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　followed　Bill　up　the　steep　stairs　onto　a　small　landing。　Three　doors　led　off　it。
〃In　here；〃　said　Bill；　opening　the　door　into　his　and　Fleur's　room；　it　too　had　a　view　of　the　sea；　now　flecked　with　gold　in　the　sunrise。　Harry　moved　to　the　window；　turned　his　back　on　the　spectacular　view；　and　waited；　his　arms　folded；　his　scar　prickling。　Hermione　took　the　chair　beside　the　dressing　table；　Ron　sat　on　the　arm。
Bill　reappeared；　carrying　the　little　goblin；　whom　he　set　down　carefully　upon　the　bed。　Griphook　grunted　thanks；　and　Bill　left；　closing　the　door　upon　them　all。
〃I'm　sorry　to　take　you　out　of　bed；〃　said　Harry。　〃How　are　your　legs？〃
〃Painful；〃　replied　the　goblin。　〃But　mending。〃
He　was　still　clutching　the　sword　of　Gryffindor；　and　wore　a　strange　look：　half　truculent；　half　intrigued。　Harry　noted　the　goblin's　sallow　skin；　his　long　thin　fingers；　his　black　eyes。　Fleur　had　removed　his　shoes：　His　long　feet　were　dirty。　He　was　larger　than　a　house…elf；　but　not　by　much。　His　domed　head　was　much　bigger　than　a　human's。
〃You　probably　don't　remember　…〃　Harry　began。
〃a151that　I　was　the　goblin　who　showed　you　to　your　vault；　the　first　time　you　ever　visited　Gringotts？〃　said　Griphook。　〃I　remember；　Harry　Potter。　Even　amongst　goblins；　you　are　very　famous。〃
Harry　and　the　goblin　looked　at　each　other；　sizing　each　other　up。　Harry's　scar　was　still　prickling。　He　wanted　to　get　through　this　interview　with　Griphook　quickly；