A loud crash caused Harry to whip around, certain he was about to have to dodge some spell being thrown at him. His wand was at the ready, but it didn't appear to be needed. There, in tattered tea cloth, a small creature. Tears leaked from Winky's eyes. They were trained in anger upon the Death Eater that appeared to just have a rather large skillet dropped upon his head. Harry turned back, knowing he had more to his mission, and that Winky seemed to have the situation under control. Just as he cleared the rubble, dozens of little voices echoed after him. "For Dobby!"