What Dobby Said To Me Just Before He Died In Potter's Arms

Red Dragon Writer
Feb 7, 2025
3 min read

Let’s set the scene: a windswept beach, a sock-clad hero cradled in the arms of a bespectacled wizard, and me—Elrondo Sparklebeard—hovering nearby, trying not to get sand in my beard or tears in my eye. The world remembers Dobby’s final moments as a heart-wrenching, noble sacrifice. But what the history books (and J.K. Rowling) won’t tell you is what Dobby really whispered in those last, precious seconds. Spoiler: it wasn’t “You’re squeezing too hard, Harry.”

Potter cradles Dobby tenderly on the beach in their final moments together.

No, dear reader, Dobby’s true final words were far more profound, and—dare I say—delicious.

A Meeting of Elvish Minds

You see, Dobby and I go way back. We met at the Annual Elvish Rights and Biscuits Conference (ERBC, for those in the know), where he wowed the crowd with his impassioned speech on sock liberation and I delivered a TED talk on “The Socioeconomic Impact of Digestives on Elf Productivity.” We bonded over our mutual love of freedom, fashion accessories, and, of course, biscuits.

So, when I heard Dobby was in trouble, I Apparated to the scene faster than you can say “Chocolate Hobnob.” I arrived just in time to catch his final, secret message—one that would shake the very foundations of the wizarding and biscuit-loving worlds.

The Secret of the Biscuit Horde

As Harry wept and the waves crashed, Dobby’s eyes met mine. He beckoned me closer, his voice barely a whisper (and not just because he’d been stabbed—elf throats are notoriously delicate).

“Elrondo,” he rasped, “promise me… promise me you’ll find it.”

“Find what, old friend?” I asked, already mentally preparing my acceptance speech for the inevitable Order of Merlin.

“My… my biscuit horde,” he gasped. “The greatest collection of hobnobs this side of Hogwarts. Hidden… beneath the third floor loo at Malfoy Manor. Tell no one—especially not Lucius. He’s got a gluten intolerance.”

I was stunned. The legendary Dobby Biscuit Horde! For years, elves had whispered about it in the staff rooms of stately homes and the back alleys of Diagon Alley. Some said it was a myth, others claimed it was guarded by a three-headed corgi. But here was Dobby, confirming its existence with his dying breath (and a few crumbs on his chin).

A Legacy of Crumbs

As Dobby slipped away, Harry sobbed, “Such a beautiful place, to be with friends.” But I knew the real beauty was the secret stash of hobnobs waiting to be discovered. I nodded solemnly, vowing to honour Dobby’s last wish—and maybe, just maybe, sample a few biscuits for quality control purposes.

In the days that followed, I mounted a daring, covert operation (code name: Operation Hobnob Heist). Disguised as a Malfoy family portrait, I infiltrated the manor, navigated the perilous plumbing, and unearthed a biscuit trove so vast it would make even Hagrid’s eyes water. There were hobnobs, digestives, bourbons, and a single, slightly stale custard cream (for emergencies).

The True Meaning of Dobby’s Last Words

So, what did Dobby really mean with his final message? Was it about biscuits, bravery, or the importance of sharing your snacks with friends? Perhaps all three. Dobby taught us that freedom is sweet, socks are stylish, and a well-stocked biscuit tin is the greatest treasure of all.

Rest in crumbs, dear Dobby. Your legacy lives on—in every dunk, every nibble, and every elf who dares to dream of a world where biscuits are free, and so are we.

Yours in crumbly solidarity