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In life, there are few faithful friends. The real ones, which would give my life for you, those who would kill you also, for the boundless capacity to defend itself and the immense affection. Lucky enough to find friends and have a side so it does not happen at all, a happy place in which to find help and always will to live.
I dedicate this story - who also wants to be a small celebration of cinema from tomorrow to the next chapter in the rooms - a single character. Maybe the most beautiful, out of the fantasy of Jo Rowling: Dobby the house elf. A symbol (perfect) fidelity.

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It was near Shell Cottage alone. It was all so real, but Harry knew that he was in one of his dreams, a mist enveloping everything, the air of sleek gray.
The sound of the sea was the only sound around the rest of the sounds (wind, birds in the sky, the swaying of the trees) were acoustically isolated, perhaps the fault of the fog. Harry was quiet, and walked around the house watching every detail. Moving away from home ended up sitting on a rock, just a hundred yards away.
was concentrated in his thoughts when a small, muffled explosion startled him. From a puff of smoke on his right he saw a creature emerge all ears and eyes and pointed nose ...
- Dobby! - Exclaimed Harry. The elf gave a big smile - Harry Potter, sir! -
looked at each other for a few seconds without saying a word, then ...
- What are you doing here, Dobby? -
- I wanted to meet once again Harry Potter - the elf squeaked happily. This time it was Harry to smile, but sadly. - You're dead, Dobby -
- I know, but this is dream, Harry Potter. I died. And 'there - Dobby said pointing at something nearby, near the roots of a tree - my grave. Harry Potter has dug for me, no magic -
- Yeah, I remember - said Harry. "Here lies Dobby, a free elf."
- Do not be sad, Harry Potter! Dobby is happy, Dobby is free and peaceful now.
- I'm glad, Dobby, really. But I wanted to save you. If you go back, I ...
- Come on, Harry Potter! That's fine. Harry Potter must not be sad for Dobby.
The elf smiled again, from my dear friend and a bit 'naive, smiled at Harry. Then without saying a word, snapped his fingers, as was his custom. A cloud of smoke engulfed the surrounding landscape while the thinned out, making slowly an infinite expanse of white.
The dream was over. Harry opened his eyes, put on his glasses, he realized he had tears from her face inumidido.