Well, this is odd
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, he would be way more butt-kicking.
Harry stabbed Gryffindors' sword into the roof of the basilisks' mouth. While it flailed around, dying, the spirit of Tom Marvolo Riddle watched with a look of disappointment on his face. When it had died, Harry realized that it had bit him in his upper right arm. He staggered over to Ginny, falling down beside her. "Sorry Gin, it doesn't look like I'll be able to save you." Harry looked up as Fawkes reappeared. Laying his head over the bite mark, he cried the pearly white teardrops that would heal him. Harry lay there, waiting to die, to feel the icy heat of the venom coursing through his veins.
Instead, he began to feel amazingly well. Harry sat up. Fawkes dropped the diary into his lap, and, with a flash of inspiration, Harry stabbed it. Riddle screamed. Seeing his reaction, Harry stabbed it again, this time in the leather cover. Riddle screamed in pain, and burst into shimmery golden dust motes. "Ooooo!" Harry said in appreciation.
Ginny woke up. "Oh, Harry, look at all the pretty golden dust motes! What happened?" she said cheerfully. Harry stared at her. 'Well, it seems that she has the ability to bounce back from trauma.' He thought. "That was Tom Marvolo Riddle. You know, Lord Voldemort? The crazy, insane, megalomaniac who lived in a diary and possessed you?"
Ginny's blinding smile waned slightly. "Oh, that guy. Who cares about him? He's deader than a doornail! Come on, help me collect his dust. Maybe we can hock it!" At this, her grin came back in full force.
As they gathered up the Lord Voldemort dust ("Maybe we can say it's super valuable!") Harry heard a choking gasp. He and Ginny looked up. Staring at them in horror was a girl with pretty rose coloured scales and blue-black, feathery hair. You killed my parents! She screamed in parseltongue. I'm going to kill you! As the girl advanced towards them, Harry saw that she had one yellow eye and one crimson eye, both with slit pupils, and long, lethal looking fangs. Harry said in parseltongue, Wait! Please don't kill us! The girl stopped. I…what? How can you speak?
Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but your mum and dad were actually trying to kill us and take over the world! He said desperately. So, what's your name?
"Ahrirang Riddle." She said in English with a distinct parseltongue accent.