"Haven't I told you, killing mudbloods doesn't matter to me any more. For many months now, my new target has been you."

The Basilisk hisses and lunges forward, jaws open, teeth dripping with saliva.

"Dumbledore has been driven out of his castle by the mer memory of me."

Muscles burning from over use, swinging and swinging Godric's heavy sword to no avail. Never once piercing the monster's scales. I won't give up. I can't give up. If I do, then he wins. Monsters like him don't get to win.

It strikes, teeth shining,I bat it away with the sword. The rubble from the stone statue shifts under my feet. I stumble back from the ledge of the statue as part of it breaks off and drops into the water below. The beast readies to strike again.
I left the sword, ignoring the tremblingin my arms. If this is it, if this is how I am todie, then I will die fighting- just like my parents.

It lunges at me, sharp fangs bared,andI swing the sword once more.

"Voldemort is my past, my present, and my future."

Like a hot knife through butter, the sword meets the roof of the Basilisk's mouth, and keeps going. The end of it coated in black liquid, glistening from the light from the torches lining the walls of the chamber, as itsticks out the top of the
snake's skull.

I yank the sword out of it's mouth. The beast falls in to the water below, soaking the walls with tainted water.

The room spins a little, as I crawl off the statue.

The pain in my arm makes itself known as I drag myself back to Ginny, back to Tom.

A clanking sound echoes about the room as I drop the sword.

"Amazing isn't it? How quickly the Basilisk's venom seeps into the bloodstream of it's victims," Tom Riddle taunted.

The room spins again, taking a bit longer to right itself.

There was a tooth protruding from my black veins grew from the wound.

I pulled the tooth out.

"…a girl and her diary."

The diary.

The diary Tom came from. The diary that Ginny wrote in.

The diary. The diary. The diary.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked, fear dripping from his voice.

The diary. Pages blank, deceivingly innocent. The damned cursed diary.

I raised my arm, tooth in hand.

"Stop that!"

The room spins, black dots start to fill my vision.

"NO!"

Black liquid sprayed.

The darkness took over.

AN: An idea I had in response to DZ2's 'I will not die' challenge. Should I keep going?