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The Heir of Slytherin
Heraisedthewand...
Then,inarushofwings,FawkeshadsoaredbackoverheadandsomethingfellintoHarry’slap-thediary.
Forasplitsecond,bothHarryandRiddle,wandstillraised,staredatit. Then,withoutthinking,withoutconsidering,asthoughhehadmeanttodoitallalong,Harryseizedthebasiliskfangonthefloornexttohimandplungeditstraightintotheheartofthebook.
Therewasalong,dreadful,piercingscream. Inkspurtedoutofthediaryintorrents,streamingoverHarry’shands,floodingthefloor. Riddlewaswrithingandtwisting,screamingandflailingandthen—
Hehadgone.Harry’swandfelltothefloorwithaclatterandtherewassilence. Silenceexceptforthesteadydripdripofinkstilloozingfromthediary. Thebasiliskvenomhadburnedasizzlingholerightthroughit.
Shakingallover,Harrypulledhimselfup. Hisheadwasspinningasthoughhe’djusttraveledmilesbyFloopowder. Slowly,hegatheredtogetherhiswandandtheSortingHat,and,withahugetug,retrievedtheglitteringswordfromtheroofofthebasilisk’smouth.
ThencameafaintmoanfromtheendoftheChamber. Ginnywasstirring.AsHarryhurriedtowardher,shesatup. Herbemusedeyestraveledfromthehugeformofthedeadbasilisk,overHarry,inhisblood-soakedrobes,thentothediaryinhishand. Shedrewagreat,shudderinggaspandtearsbegantopourdownherface.
