Harry sat outside, waiting for Teddy and Dora. He heard a crack, and he perked up. There she was, cradling a small child in her arms. The baby was a few months old now. He'd been staying with his grandma, although Harry came to visit occasionally.

Harry had invited them to dinner with the Weasley's, but he really just wanted to see his godson. "He's gotten so big!" Harry said, with a genuine smile on his face.

Dora chuckled. "I know, isn't he adorable?! How are you Harry?" she asked, her voice soft and warm, but you could tell she was serious.

"Don't worry about me," he stated with a wave of his hand. "How are you?"

"I'm hanging in there, just miss her sometimes." Harry nodded in understanding. Dora's daughter was Tonks, Teddy's mother.

"Well, I hope you like lasagna. Mrs. Weasley is a fantastic cook!" Dora gave a warm smile, and Harry led her inside.

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Everyone laughed. The air was light and happy, even George cracked a smile. The whole family had come to dinner, even Percy. The family had decided to forgive him for being a stupid git for a few years.

Dora was enjoying herself, and Teddy was, well he was the reason most were laughing. His hair and eye color kept changing, and his nose had even changed for a second. Harry remembered when Tonks would keep everyone, especially Hermione and Ginny, laughing endlessly during meals. He gave a sad smile at the thought.

He picked at his food, not really in the mood to eat. Harry wasn't even really hungry. He looked up at Teddy, who was sporting bright orange hair and grey eyes at the time. He was a metamorphmagus, just like his mother had been. 'Too bad he'll never get to meet her, because of you,' he thought. Frowning, he stood up.

"I'll be right back," he told everyone, and went up the many flights of stairs. When he got to the room he was staying in, he went to his trunk, and opened it. When he found what he was looking for, he turned and sat on the bed. He took the Maurader's Map, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I swear I'm up to something," he spoke softly, messing up purposely.

Mr. Moony says that Harry of all people should know the correct password, seeing as he is who he is. Harry gave a quiet chuckle.

Mr. Wormtail wishes Harry to know that he is sorry for the pain he caused him. 'Great,' Harry thought, 'now I can add another death to my guilty conscience.'

Mr. Padfoot says Harry is always up to something, and he wonders what he's doing now. Surely he knows the password.

Mr. Prongs thinks that Harry's father would be very proud of the man he's become.

Mr. Padfoot agrees with Mr. Prongs.

Mr. Moony would also like to thank Harry for watching over his son.

Harry closed the map, smiling sadly. He got up, brushed away the tears, and made his way back down to dinner.

"-just worried about him. He doesn't eat much anymore, and he's always hiding up in his room," he heard Hermione say. He frowned at the thought of everyone talking about him behind his back. How often did they do it?

Mrs. Weasley seemed to notice him there, because she said, quite awkwardly, "Oh, Harry dear, your back. Come sit down and finish eating!" Hermione went red from embarrassment. Harry went back to wear he was sitting, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room for the rest of dinner.

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After Dora and Teddy left, Harry went to his room without another word. When Ron came in, he pretended to be asleep. He eventually ended up falling asleep anyway.

Hermione's screams filled the entire cellar. Ron was in hysterics, trying to break out and help. Harry knew they would all die soon. And it was his fault. They were going to die because of him. Just then, there was a crack, and Dobby appeared, coming to rescue them. Harry told him to take Ollivander and Luna first. Another crack, and the three were gone.

Wormtail walked in, and Harry and Ron threw themselves on him. Wormtail began to choke Harry. But a split second of hesitation cost him his life. Another death. They rushed up the stairs. Bellatrix put a knife to Hermione's throat. Dobby dropped the chandelier, and they all barely escaped. But not before Bellatrix could throw the dagger, which found its way to Dobby's chest. Another death.

Harry awoke to Ron shaking his shoulder, although he hardly notices. All he can see is the pool of blood surrounding Dobby as he takes his final breaths. He presses the palms of his hands to try and remove the image from his eyes. He's panting, and covered in sweat. Ron's still trying to calm him down, when Hermione comes running into the room, followed by Ginny.

"Is he ok? I heard screaming and..." Hermione looks down at Harry. She walks over, and sits next to him. "Harry, hey look at me." Harry looks up. "I need you to tell me about your nightmare. What happened?" She used a calm, soothing voice. Harry shakes his head no. "Harry, come on. Talking might help."

"Screaming. There was screaming," he pants.

"Who was screaming?"

"You."

"Me?" He nods.

"We were at the manor...Malfoy Manor...there was screaming...Dobby..."

"Shhh...it's ok. We aren't there anymore. Your safe."

"Dobby," he says, hugging his knees, and banging his head against them.

"He's safe too. Go back to sleep Harry."

"No, I can't. I-I...no."

After a few more minutes, Harry had calmed down enough. He told the others to go back to bed, and he went outside to sit in the grass, the slightest noise making him jump.

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