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‘He killed it!’ I whispered to Ginny, forgetting that she couldn’t hear me. The basilisk keeled over sideways and fell, twitching, to the floor. I was about to do some kind of cheerleading cheer when Harry slid down the wall, his hand on his arm. A long, poisonous fang fell to the ground. I screamed and ran to his side.
‘Harry! Harry!’ I slapped his cheeks, trying to keep him awake. Fawkes landed next to me, laying his head on the spot where the serpent’s fang had pierced Harry’s arm.
‘Fawkes,’ Harry said thickly. ‘You were fantastic, Fawkes…’
I heard echoing footsteps and then a dark shadow moved in front of us. I clenched my fists as I wipes the sweat off Harry’s forehead.
‘You’re dead, Harry Potter,’ said Riddle’s voice above us. ‘Dead. Even Dumbledore’s bird knows it. Do you see what he’s doing, Potter? He’s crying. I’m going to sit here and watch you die, Harry Potter. Take your time. I’m in no hurry. And when you're dead, I'll kill your friends too.’
‘Shut up!’ I rose to my feet, my wand in hand. ‘I don’t know how, but I swear I’ll find a way to erase your memory.’
Riddle raised Harry’s wand, staring me down.
‘I don’t know who you are, girl, but you’re very annoying. You can die here, next to your blood traitor friend and the boy who died.’
He raised the wand… Then, in a rush of wings, Fawkes had soared back overhead, and something dropped in front of my feet – the diary.
For a split second, all three of us stared at it, wands still raised. Then, without thinking, without considering, I yelled Harry’s name, kicked the diary his way and put up a protective spell. Riddle’s attack rebounded as Harry seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to him and plunged it straight into the heart of the book.
There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Harry’s hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then – he was gone. Harry’s wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.

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