It's not easy to explain, but . . .

Chapter 47

"I'm beginning to wonder if the wand is even with Dumbledore's body . . . does Potter have it with him, perhaps ?. . .or, has hidden it in a separate place.   There doesn't seem to be a simple answer to this . . . do you think Potter had help?" Voldemort looked at Severus, his eyes boring into those of the Potions Master.

"I think not, my Lord.  Dumbledore was quite adamant in his instructions that Potter do this task on his own.  Potter didn't have a great amount of time, so it's doubtful he asked for help; one of his many faults. Whether he has confided in Weasley or Granger since then, I cannot say."

"I .. want .. that.. wand . . ." Voldemort hissed, his hands clenched, eyes narrowing as he thought what he should do next.  Silence reigned for a few minutes as the Dark Lord stared at his own wand, lying before him on the table.  Suddenly, he slammed his hands down on the table, "BRING OLLIVANDER UP HERE!" he yelled, making everyone jump.  Pointing to Narcissa, he motioned her to go and do his bidding. She rose and went out of the room as quickly as she could. 

As she descended the stairs to the cellars she whispered, "Dobby!"

'pop'

"Yes, Missy Cissa? You is needing Dobby?" the House Elf asked, even as he ran to keep up with his Mistress.

"I need you to take Mister Ollivander out of here, now.  I feel he is in real danger, so let's go with Plan B."

"Yes, Missy Cissa."

Upon reaching the iron gate, Cissa opened it and ran over to the old man lying on his cot.

"Mister Ollivander, it's time to go!  Dobby is here to take you away."

Sitting up, the Wandmaker smiled at Dobby, "So, it's time we're off, eh, Dobby?"

"Yes, Mister Olliwand, Dobby is taking you outside to wait for a minute or two, then after he helps Missy Cissa, he will take you to a safe place."

"Fine . . . Goodbye, Madam Malfoy, Thank you for your kindness to me.  I hope we see each other soon," said the old man, as he stood.

"I'm sure we will," replied Narcissa, giving the him a kiss on the cheek. "Here's my wand, I'll retrieve it in the not too distant future, I hope."

"I will take good care of it, my dear, have no fear."

Then Dobby took Mister Olivander's hand and 'pop', they were gone.  Cissa immediately took some pillows and fashioned a body shape in the bed and put out the nearby candles.  As she walked back over toward the stairs, 'pop', Dobby returned.

"Now, be quick, Dobby, and really hit me!  I'll heal soon enough," she instructed the House Elf.

"Yes, Miss . . . We is talked about this and Dobby can do it, although Dobby is very sorry," Dobby answered, even as he levitated a small side table.

"As soon as you deliver Mister Ollivander, go and tell Albus to be ready to destroy one of the Horcruxes," Cissa instructed him.

"Yes, Missy Cissa, Dobby is understanding the plan and I will be ready," Dobby nodded. "I is sorry if this hurts, Missy Cissa, but Dobby will do what he must."

"Paybacks are a bitch, Dobby," smiled Cissa, as she turned her back.  Dobby took a deep breath and BANG, hit Cissa on her head, back and shoulders with the table, knocking her against a support pillar, off which she ricocheted, to collapse in a crumpled heap.   Dobby took a quick look up the stairs and then, 'pop', he was gone.  Cissa let out a groan, "Good one, Dobby. Ow!"  Then her eyes closed.