EXT. SHELL COTTAGE BEACH - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)

DAWN.

HARRY ROLLS out of the surf, dazed. The waves SPIT the others onto the shore. Harry looks around, wipes the sand from his face.

WAVES CRASH.

A SMALL COTTAGE lies peacefully a great distance from them.

Harry turns; first to Hermione, then at the wounded house-elf she is staring at.

Dobby is standing, half-submerged, staring at the hilt of the SILVER KNIFE that pierces his chest. He looks up, gets hit by a small wave, then tumbles. Harry races over to the him, kicking through the water. He catches Dobby.

Hermione shakes her head.

A WAVE CRASHES into Harry, he loses hold of Dobby for a moment, then regains it. Dobby's eyes stare off into the twilight sky, then move to catch Harry's.

Another wave SMASHES into them, Harry maintains his balance this time.

Harry brushes his fingers past the elf's cool wrinkled cheeks. Their eyes meet. Find meaning.

Dobby's wide green eyes become still. A faint smile wriggles it's way across the elf's face, then vanishes. He goes limp.

Hermione leans against Ron, burying her face into his shoulder.

Harry cradles Dobby. Another wave hits them, but Harry clutches the House-elf tight, yelling.

His cries echo into the distance.

EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - SMALL ISLAND - NIGHT

Beneath HOGWARTS CASTLE, a SMALL ISLAND, covered by tall trees, sits peacefully within the lake. A soft green LIGHT glows from the water. Silence.

A HEAD suddenly breaks the surface. Slowly but surely, VOLDEMORT EMERGES from the water, DRY. He steps from the lake and onto the earth. Eyes glaring. Smiling.

He marches over to the WHITE MARBLE TOMB, scanning it. see only a few words etched into the surface of the headstone: HERE LIES ALBUS P. W. B. DUMBLEDORE...

Elegantly, Voldemort presents his wand and gently waves it over the stone. A rumble, then a piercing CRACK as the marble parts down the middle, revealing the peaceful and undisturbed body of DUMBLEDORE.

Voldemort's yew wand falls to the ground as he extends his arm and waves it over the perfectly preserved corpse. The ELDER-WAND, clutched between Dumbledore's crossed arms, slithers free.

INSERT FLASHBACK: DEATH PRESENTING THE ELDER-WAND TO ONE OF THE THREE BROTHERS.

It floats up and away from its previous owner and gently nestles itself within the thin, bony hands of its new master. Voldemort smiles.

The wand extends into the air, LIGHTNING emitting from it with a SHATTERING CRACKLE. The electricity HITS the THICK CLOUDS above which seem to EXPLODE into the darkness.

The bright storm ILLUMINATES a few words beveled into the stone: ...MAY HE REST IN PEACE.

Ecstatic, Voldemort begins to laugh, his voice masked by the rumble of the skies above.

LS: The small island glows as bright as its reflection in the lake. The trees boiling. Burning. Shafts of light BEAM OUT. The BLINDING LIGHT fills the frame.

CUT TO BLACK.

END.

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