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The Heir of Slytherin
Harrywasonhisfeet,ready. Thebasilisk’sheadwasfalling,itsbodycoilingaround,hittingpillarsasittwistedtofacehim. Hecouldseethevast,bloodyeyesockets,seethemouthstretchingwide,wideenoughtoswallowhimwhole,linedwithfangslongashissword,thin,glittering,venomous—
Itlungedblindly-HarrydodgedandithittheChamberwall. Itlungedagain,anditsforkedtonguelashedHarry’sside. Heraisedtheswordinbothhishands—
Thebasilisklungedagain,andthistimeitsaimwastrue-Harrythrewhiswholeweightbehindtheswordanddroveittothehiltintotheroofoftheserpent’smouth—
ButaswarmblooddrenchedHarry’sarms,hefeltasearingpainjustabovehiselbow. Onelong,poisonousfangwassinkingdeeperanddeeperintohisarmanditsplinteredasthebasiliskkeeledoversidewaysandfell,twitching,tothefloor.
Harrysliddownthewall. Hegrippedthefangthatwasspreadingpoisonthroughhisbodyandwrencheditoutofhisarm. Butheknewitwastoolate. White-hotpainwasspreadingslowlyandsteadilyfromthewound. Evenashedroppedthefangandwatchedhisownbloodsoakinghisrobes,hisvisionwentfoggy. TheChamberwasdissolvinginawhirlofdullcolor.
Apatchofscarletswampast,andHarryheardasoftclatterofclawsbesidehim.
"Fawkes,"saidHarrythickly."Youwerefantastic,Fawkes..."
Hefeltthebirdlayitsbeautifulheadonthespotwheretheserpent’sfanghadpiercedhim.
Hecouldhearechoingfootstepsandthenadarkshadowmovedinfrontofhim.
