The screams that belonged to Hermione continued upstairs while Pettigrew returned to the cell to retrieve Griphook. The Goblin was taken away to apparently identify a goblin-made sword that a Snatcher had said he found in the possession of Hermione. While this was happening, Ron and Harry came up with a plan in order to escape from the cell and save Hermione from Bellatrix's torture.

"Dobby," Harry called and the Elf himself appeared not a moment later.

"Harry Potter!" the Elf cried in glee. "How can I be of service to you sir?"

"Dobby, you can apparate from in here can't you?" Harry questioned.

"Oh yes sir!"

"I need you to apparate everyone to Shell Cottage," Harry ordered, glancing at Luna, Ollivander, Sophia and Fred. "Make sure that they're safe before coming back."

"Wait I can't leave yet," Sophia butted in and stood up from beside Fred. "I need to grab my map. I know where it is."

"I can grab it for you," Ron suggested.

"No, I have to grab it. It doesn't need to burden anyone else at this point," she shook her head and crossed her arms. "I'm staying."

"Fine," Harry gave in and turned back to the waiting Elf. "Can you take everyone else?"

"Yes sir!" Dobby cheered.

"When you're ready sir" Luna stepped forward and Dobby grinned bashfully. Luna helped Ollivander to stand and grabbed hold of Dobby's left hand. Sophia crouched down and hooked Fred's arm around her shoulder, helping him to his feet and leading him towards the Elf's waiting hand. He took a hold of Dobby and Sophia stepped away to stand beside Ron and Harry, looking over the four who looked thankful to leave the cold and shilling cell. Fred met eyes with Sophia and wordlessly nodded at her, transferring a message that he knew she wouldn't have to physically hear.

The four disappeared with a soft pop and the two boys and Sophia were left in the cell, waiting for Pettigrew to come back with Griphook. It took a little while and they had begun to worry that Bellatrix had maybe killed the Goblin out of anger. But Hermione's screams had thankfully stopped and it had become silent upstairs. When the man did return, Harry and Ron were able to ambush him and take his wand. Pettigrew immediately surrendered once the wand was pointed at him and his silvery hand suddenly turned against him. The metal limb latched itself around his throat and he chocked vigorously, Harry attempting to pull it away to save him.

"Blimey, that's unfortunate," Ron mumbled once Pettigrew dropped limply to the floor, eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling of the cell.

"Must have been You Know Who's way of keeping him loyal," Sophia mentioned and the boys hummed in agreement.

Turning back to the situation at hand, the three turned to the gate of the cell that was now wide open and allowed them to start climbing the stairs. In a flurry of spells and physical punches, Harry was able to retrieve their wands from the floor. Bellatrix hadn't been careful with them and had left them where she had thrown them carelessly, making it easy for the three to be armed once more. Sophia turned to Malfoy and began to duel with him, seeing his parents duel with Harry and Ron.

"Expelliarmus!" Sophia let out the final cry and Draco's wand flew into the air, allowing her to catch it and leave him defenceless. Looking past the boy who now stood there helplessly, she spotted the black side table that sat against the wall. Her Sky map sat on top of it and her heart skipped a beat, finally in the position to destroy it once and for all. Just as she was about to summon it, Bellatrix cried out for attention.

"Drop your wands!" she yelled and the trio turned to see her holding up Hermione with a knife to her throat. The girl stood helplessly and let out small whimpers, the blade ready to sink lower into her jugular and kill her instantly. Harry, Ron and Sophia looked to each other in defeat and let their wands fall to the floor, the clatter being heard once again throughout the room. The Malfoy family stood to the side, looking between Bellatrix and her challengers in anticipation.

"Lucius, call the Dark Lord. He will be pleased to see his two prisoners," Bellatrix stated as she looked at Harry, grinning at the sight of his scar and round glasses.

Lucius pulled up his sleeve and brought his wand to the skull and serpent on his wrist, ready to summon the man himself. The air was thick with a mix of fear and anticipation, Sophia even shutting her eyes as Lucius's wand inched towards the dark mark. But the sound of slowly scraping metal made everyone look up to the ceiling, to see the grand crystal chandelier begin to lower towards the floor with Bellatrix and Hermione directly under it. On top of the chandelier sat Dobby who was unscrewing the main connection to the ceiling with a cheeky smile on his face. Everyone was frozen as the screw finally came loose and the ornament dropped, heading straight for the Death Eater. Bellatrix let out an almighty screech as she shoved Hermione away from her and stumbled backwards in an attempt to get out of the chandelier's path.

Ron was able to catch Hermione from her stumble away from the crash and they now all stood closely together around the Elf. Sophia backed herself into the small crevice in between Griphook and Hermione, her eyes now trained back on her map that sat a few metres away.

"You could have killed me you stupid little Elf!" Bellatrix shrieked.

"Dobby would never kill! Dobby only meant to seriously injure or hurt!" the Elf fought back. He caught sight of Narcissa Malfoy raising her wand and he clicked his fingers, the wand flying into the air and tacking away the woman's composure with it.

"How dare you disarm your master!" Bellatrix shrieked once again, taking a hasty step forward with her knife clenched tightly in her hand.

"Dobby has no master!" he declared proudly. "Dobby is a free Elf! And he is here to save Harry Potter and his friends!"

And with that, Sophia summoned her map from the table as Dobby grabbed a hold of the people closest to him and apparated away. The process was quick and it didn't take long for them to hit a sandy beach, safe and far away from the Malfoy Manor. But it wasn't without consequences, as Dobby the Elf had unfortunately had Bellatrix's knife plunged deep into his stomach.

Lifting herself up from the sand, Sophia immediately looked at the scroll that was clamped in her hand and felt the largest of weights ease off of her shoulders. The map was now completely out of You Know Who's hands and put him right back at square one with her now with the upper hand. Now she was going to destroy it and make it impossible to fall into the wrong hands again.

While Dobby peacefully died in Harry's arms, Sophia stood to her feet and looked around the beach and hillside. She couldn't tell exactly where they were but it couldn't be far from South End or maybe Dorset. She turned to see a small white cottage sitting just behind where the sand turned to grass and spotted three particular figures exit the front door. Bill, Fleur and Fred rushed to meet the new comers and stopped at the sight of the deceased Elf, the hope that they once had for everyone to return alive diminishing away.

"Now he looks like he's sleeping," Luna mentioned as she closed the Elf's eyes with her fingers.

"I want to bury him," Harry stated, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. "Without magic."

Harry got to his feet and carried Dobby away from the shore, heading towards the greenery near Shell Cottage. Hermione and Ron followed after him for support and to help him with burial, leaving the others to watch mournfully. Luna and Griphook followed after Bill and Fleur as they said they had prepared rooms for them in their home, leaving Sophia and Fred in the sand.

"Fleur fixed my ribs," Fred spoke up and Sophia turned to him. He wore a light smile and his nose had been cleaned up, the bruise already fading from its place in between his eyes.

"That's good..." Sophia nodded and sighed, letting her own smile take over her face. Now that they weren't in immediate danger and constantly worrying about each other's well being, they finally could indulge in each other's company.

Sophia walked forward and wrapped her arms around the back of Fred' neck, standing on her toes in order to reach his height. At the same time, Fred wrapped his arms around her torso and squeezed her against him, smothering his face into her shoulder. Sophia sighed in relief and comfort from being back in his arms, the salty breeze making her shiver. He noticed this and pulled away, taking her hand and leading her towards the cottage.

"Oh I grabbed these too," Sophia reached into her jumper pocket and pulled out two wands. "We can finally swap."

"Thank Merlin," Fred exaggerated and snatched his wand out from her hand, caressing it with his thumb. "I missed you baby girl."

"I missed you too," Sophia rolled her eyes and Fred ignored her.

"I will say that your wand was real good at defensive spells. George couldn't even utter his spells before I'd block them," he mentioned. "But no wand hexes better than mine."

The two walked through the chipped door that had been damaged by the continue sea air and Sophia looked around at the small kitchen it opened up to. The walls looked rustic with unpolished stone but the beach aesthetic worked well with old-fashioned stove and sink. Fleur appeared from the staircase as she pushed her long silvery hair out of her face and beamed at the sight of Sophia.

"Eet is so good to see you!" she cheered as she squeezed her in an embrace. "Would you like to shower?"

"Yes please," Sophia nodded and tried not to look too excited at the mention. Fleur took hold of her hand and started to guide her towards the staircase, but was stopped when Sophia pulled back lightly to look over her shoulder.

"Fred-" she called and he looked up from the floor questionably. "-you coming?"

He beamed like a child and basically sprinted over, taking hold of her free hand and following after the two girls. Sophia held back a giggle at his expression and followed Fleur to the bathroom upstairs. It had the same style that the kitchen had with its turquoise mirror and old fashioned shower and bathtub, a window sitting above the tub to show the sea shore.

"Ze hot water lasts only for a few minutes so be quick," Fleur mentioned as she brought out some towels.

"Might be a problem," Fred chuckled and Sophia blushed lightly. Fleur walked out with a cheeky smile and the two were left with towels in their hands, itching for a shower for two different reasons.

"Why the sudden boldness?" Fred decided to ask as he turned to Sophia.

"I don't know. I guess I need a little bit of human contact after all that..." Sophia shrugged and reached over to start running the shower.

"I'm not complaining, but are you sure?" he asked and she nodded.

"I'm sure this time."

Wordlessly, the two undressed in front of each other. Fred had no issue pulling off his sweater and jeans but Sophia hesitated for a moment after pulling off her shirt. Standing in her bra and jeans, she glanced up at Fred through her lashes and saw that he wasn't even paying attention to her yet. He stood in his underwear and was picking up his clothes to ball them up and throw them into a corner, looking up just in time to see her staring at him.

"You okay?" he asked and Sophia gulped, nodding as she dropped her shirt and stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers. She shuffled them down her legs and kicked them to sit beside Fred's pile. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she clasped them together and set them in front of her underwear, a deep blush now settling into her cheeks. The countless scars covering her skin added to her bashfulness and she felt like she should be covering them up rather than exposing them so freely. Fred stepped forward and rested his hand against her cheek, making her look up and see him smiling lightly at her.

"You're beautiful. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything," he softly said and stroked his thumb over her skin. "You can leave those on if you want."

Sophia mustered up the last bit of courage she had and reached behind her to unhook her bra, allowing it to sink and fall to the floor before doing the same with her underwear. Standing stark naked and on full display, she daringly looked back up again and saw Fred smiling widely but with his own redness on his cheeks. He had always fantasized about a woman's body and now that he was presented with one, he felt a little bit under-prepared and giddy inside. Sophia was just as beautiful as he imagined and he didn't even need to force himself to look past her scars and imperfections.

"T-The water's probably getting cold now," Sophia stammered, fiddling with her fingers.

"Better hop in then, shouldn't we?"