After the war, Molly Weasley had a thought. Why not a little celebration party that it was over? Yes, that was what she would do. A party to celebrate; it was almost a month and yet, Molly Weasley had other plans than to just mourn. Tonight would be the celebration.

"Harry Potter...my friend...saved me." Dobby's voice had been heard in his ear, waking up Harry to be faced with...nothing. He turned towards Ginny and she seemed to be looking down at something, a rabbit. So it was a rabbit, but where had Dobby been? "Did you hear that? That voice?" He asked.