Of Tears and Venom
Summary: When fighting the Basilisk it injects more venom than expected, and Harry might not survive it, even with Fawkes' help, so Fawkes takes Harry with him, through his burning and it changes Harry. But How? With permission of TheDivineDemon
Disclaimer: I don't any of this, that pleasure is all to JKR and TheDivineDemon, most of the start is Demon's, but I have edited it slightly, it changes more from his/hers as it goes on.
Chapter 1: Of Fighting and Burning
As the sword went up through the roof of the mouth of the huge beast in front of the messy haired child, it pulled back slightly. Harry was yanked into the air by his shoulder; he hung there for a second. Then a large crack resounded throughout the chamber and he tumbled to the floor painfully, with about a foot long bit of fang sticking about two inches above his right shoulder, with only the very tip sticking out of just above the inside of his elbow. The 12 year old child looked around for the monster to finish him off, however saw it was in the final stages of its death throes.
"Oh, how the 'Mighty' have fallen, look at you now, gasping into the dirt as your life fades from you, how does it feel to know that you have failed her Harry Potter?" Said a ghostly image that wasn't so insubstantial anymore. Harry looked at the phantom that called itself Riddle, he then looked at the diary that lay next to the body of the red haired girl, and came to the conclusion, that the diary must be his connection to the world.
"Oh yeah Riddle, I haven't failed yet!" He said with determination, Riddle looked confused as Harry crawled towards the body, and then gained a horrified look when he saw the movement the boy was about to make, and lunged at him. Harry crawled his way to the book, wrenched the fang out of his arm, and plunged it down into the diary. There was an unearthly scream, and the spectre vanished into a golden light, and out of the diary poured a viscous black substance that he realised must have been ink.
Harry rolled onto his back the very last of his energy used up. Fawkes seeing this went over to him and landed on his chest.
"Looks like this is it Fawkes, I can feel the venom of the basilisk running through me, it's going to kill me, thank you, just take her back please." The young child asked with a pleading but gradually fading voice. With that the phoenix started to cry, the tears started to land on the gaping hole left by the fang of the giant reptile.
"Thank you for the relief, Fawkes, but the venom is too far along; I'm still going to die. Thank you." He said in a whisper and a resigning tone in his voice. Fawkes gave a longing trill, then a forced one, as he forced his body through a burning day early, willing it to take the courageous boy bellow him. They both vanished into flames, leaving a thick silence to fall into the chamber, broken up only by the girls breathing. The only evidence that they had been there being a rather large ash pile on the floor.
A/N: Thank you for reading this, in relation to my other story, I have lost my muse for that, and there are too many glaring mistakes in there, I will get back to it, but I'll have to rewrite it first, I don't like the way he knows so much, without a teacher.
I love this story by TheDivineDemon, and hope to do it some justice; you'll soon see that there will be some glaring differences. And also I am a British writer instead of an American one, so some spellings and certain mannerisms will be different.
Thank you for taking some time out of your day to read this.