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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