Today’s prompt is which scene (books or movies) made you cry the hardest.
I’ve hinted at this before already: Dobby’s death wrecked me.
“Dobby, is this Shell Cottage?” [Harry] whispered, clutching the two wands he had brought from the Malfoys’, ready to fight if he needed to. “Have we come to the right place? Dobby?”
He looked around. The little elf stood feet from him.
The elf swayed slightly, stars reflected in his wide, shining eyes. Together, he and Harry looked down at the silver hilt of the knife protruding from the elf’s heaving chest.
“Dobby — no — HELP!” Harry bellowed toward the cottage, toward the people moving there. “HELP!”
He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby’s front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass.
“Dobby, no, don’t die, don’t die —”
The elf’s eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words.
“Harry … Potter …”
And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.
That one moment you were Harry Potter, screaming for Dobby not to die.
Dobby was the cute kid who wanted to join the revolution and then died when he did the one thing that actually saved the rebellion. Dobby was a symbol of change, and his death was how badly Voldemort would work to destroy that equality.
(Am I thinking too deeply about this? Probably.)
They really transferred the scene to film really well too. Dobby spoke much more in the movie in the books, but it was just as (possibly more) heartbreaking.
And that tombstone?
I think I’m going to watch some Modern Family to cheer myself up…