My tribute to Dobby the free house elf.. and a friend of Harry Potter.
What does it mean to be a house elf?
To never be able to do for yourself?
Harry Potter set you free.
And it was him who you sacrificed to defend.
You gave your life to save him and his friends.
You died a martyr
and became his armor.
You served the good
did all you could.
you rest in shell cottage
away from all the carnage
because you bleed
who must not be named is dead, bathed in red
so rest in piece in your eternal bed.
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