Visions of that night flashed behind her closed lids: Harry’s single nod; the snap of the elf’s fingers that carried them away and left her there. Rage bubbled in her chest as she trained her wand on Dobby’s tired, too-wide face again. Her lip curled up in an angry snarl and she muttered the words that had once seemed unfathomable to her, sending a jet of green light from the end of her wand. Something Black unfurled and purred in her chest.  As the room filled with surprised but pleased murmurs, she felt Draco’s lips at her temple. "I’m proud of you, pet."