Disclaimer: Unfortunately, J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and not me.
A/N: first story…
Burning
Unimaginable, agonizing pain coursed through his weakening body. He felt like freezing and burning at the same time. Each beat of his heart, getting weaker by the second, pushed the never-ending pain further, pumped the venom through his veins, brought him nearer to looming death.
Harry Potter lay on the grimy floor of the Chamber of Secrets awaiting his certain death, stabbed by the fang of a centuries old basilisk. His vision swam and flickered black, black like the ink soaking the destroyed diary by his side, black like the blood adorning his arms and oozing out of the eye-less skull of the dead basilisk.
A flash of scarlet and gold and a slight weight upon his arm. Warm tears dropped onto the wound in Harry's arm like the ink dripped from Riddle's destroyed diary, they intermingled with the blood and the venom, and for a minute the agonizing pain lessened.
But then, as the tears and venom reached his heart, the agony started again, a fight between the two tears and venom, good and evil within Harry's battered body. With his last energy he croaked hoarsely, "Thank you Fawkes for trying to save me, but it is too late. Take Ginny away from here and leave me behind."
With a last mournful cry, and tears still glittering in his eyes, the phoenix, knowing that he had come too late, swung itself into the air and, grasping the still unconscious girl, disappeared in a flash of flames, leaving Harry behind in the middle of the chamber alone with the pain.
The pain was unimaginable. It seemed that every cell in his body was on fire. His heartbeat droned in his ears like the bells of a clocktower, a countdown of the last few seconds of his short life. BOOM - ten - his insides felt like writhing snakes seeking to escape from the confines of his torso … BOOM - nine - white hot knives stabbed every part of his body … BOOM - eight - his lungs were burning and with every breath he seemed to be lifting a mountain sat upon his chest … BOOM - seven - his throat was on fire … Boom - six - the heartbeats kept getting weaker and weaker … Boom - five - his head was feeling ready to explode from the agonizing pain in every part of his body … boom - four - "Please let me die, let the pain end, stop this torture, how can there be so much agony" … boom - three - his limbs started to spasm as the battle raging within him caused nerves to fire randomly … boom - two - venom and tears were still fighting in his failing body, neither of the two gaining an advantage over the other … - one - with a last stuttering heartbeat blackness encroached on his vision … silence.
The first thing Harry noticed upon waking was that he was - contrary to his expectations - not dead. The second, which helped him come to the conclusion that his first realization was correct, was that he hurt. Not as bad as before when the venom and tears had fought for dominance within his body, but still enough to cause significant discomfort. Every muscle in his body burned as he attempted to roll himself onto his stomach.
Only then was Harry's attention drawn to the changes in his body, caused by the phoenix tears and basilisk venom in his bloodstream. His legs had merged together to form a long tail covered in dark green scales, his teeth had sharpened into fangs, and two large wings protruded from between his shoulder blades.
His last thought before dropping back into unconsciousness was, "How am I ever going to explain this to Dumbledore and the Dursleys?"
A/N: I know that this is really short, but I don't really know what else to write right now. Maybe I will continue this story at a later date, but until now I'll leave it as it is.