Harry stood on the sandy bluffs on the shore of Tinworth, staring down at the simple headstone marking Dobby's final resting spot. He brushed some sand particles off the part of the engraving that read, "A FREE ELF," followed by a brushing across his face, to wipe a tear from his eye. About this time two years ago, he had buried his dear little friend on this very beach, after crashing onto it with his injured and tortured friends like a hunted fugitive. Harry figured he would never again like this time of year; not even Teddy's birthday would be able to overpower all of the haunted memories.