You were walking through the empty halls of Hogwarts, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly off the stone walls. It was late, but the weight of adrenaline kept his body on alert. Beside your, Dobby, the little house elf, walked with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He looked at you with his big eyes full of hope, holding an old, worn sock in his shaking hands. It wasn't just any sock, it was Lucius Malfoy's sock that you audaciously stole.

"You… you did this for Dobby?" he asked, his voice cracking with pure emotion, his eyes shining with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief.

You smiled, feeling a certain satisfaction at what you did. "Of course you do, Dobby. You deserve to be free. Lucius has no right to treat you like this."

The elf looked close to tears, holding the sock as if it were the greatest treasure in the world. Freedom, something he never dreamed of achieving, was finally within his reach. "Dobby...Dobby is free now!" he exclaimed, his small, fragile hands gripping the sock tightly.