Harry entered voldermorts chamber, it was like something he'd never felt before. His snake slithering between the wet, cold walls of 'the chamber of secrets', Voldemort whispered parseltongue in Harry's ear,
'Just come a little bit further harry, don't be shy'
Harry hissed back 'Voldemort I'm not afraid to use the gryffindor sword right here.'
Voldemort shrieked and Harry felt the chamber narrowing. Harry tried to turn around and back out, but he couldn't as he'd come too far and deep. The chamber was constricting his pulsating snake which made Harry squirm and struggle. Harry was sweating with fear. With his hand he pulled the Gryfindor sword from his belt, and in one fast vicious movement struck Voldemort'a snake. Voldemort cried out in an orgasmic penetrating scream,
'My basilisk!'
Before Voldemort could retaliate, Harry backed out of the chamber. He could hear Voldemort's screams of pain and anguish echoing behind him as he emerged, his sword sopping with blood, from the chamber with a sense of accomplishment. Harry raised the Gryfindor sword one last time but his strength lacked and it fell to the ground.
'Now I know why they called it the chamber of secrets' Harry moaned weakly and then collapsed, bleeding all over from his wounds.