So, this one is pretty self explanatory. Basilisk venom is one of the few things capable of destroying Horcruxes. Dried venom on a fang that hadn't been attached to a living Basilisk for half a decade destroyed a Horcrux in one stab, and yet the one in Harry's scar did not get destroyed after getting a full dose from a live Basilisk and having the fang remain in his arm for a decent amount of time.
Yeah...no.
This is the oldest one on my HDD, and its all I have of it.
All future ones will be new, and I should start working on the sometime this week.
Enjoy.
Harry stumbled, his vision blurring despite his glasses. It had taken all of his strength to get over to Ginny's fallen form, after he had killed the Basilisk. He collapsed to his hands and knees over her, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "Sorry Ginny..." His voice was a weak whisper.
He could feel the poison from the Basilisk screeching through his body. He was right in front of her, but he couldn't even make out any features on her face. His body felt ice cold, and the pain was intensifying.
Tom was gloating somewhere behind him. He was going to win. Harry would have growled at the thought, if he could. "I wasn't quick enough." He couldn't even hear his own voice, despite saying the words.
He couldn't let Tom win. He knew he was going to die. He accepted it at this point, if only to get rid of the pain that was spiking sharply in his scar. But he couldn't let Tom win! Not like this.
He didn't know how he managed it, but he pushed himself onto his haunches, and blindly grabbed for the diary he knew was in Ginny's arms. Tearing it from her, he silently thanked the poison that was coursing through his body and numbing it. He wouldn't add to the pain with his next action. With shaking fingers, he grabbed the basilisk fang still buried in his arm and yanked. It came free with a squirt of blood. He coughed, blood dribbling between his lips.
He grinned, even as his eyes closed. "Not this time Voldemort." He fell forward, driving the fang into the diary with his body weight.
The horrified "NO!" screamed by the young Voldemort turned into a pained screech as his body started coming apart in a blast of dark, whirling magic.
At the same time, Ginny awoke with a shocked gasp. She sat up and looked around wildly, trying to get her bearings. "Harry!" She screamed as she saw the body laying next to her. "nonononono"She mumbled as she pushed him onto his back. "Don't die Harry." Tears were leaking from her eyes as she begged the boy to live again. "Please don't die." She was on top of him, trying to slap him awake. "Please, please Harry!" She moaned as she saw his eye-lids flutter slightly. "HELP!" She screamed.
Phoenix song rang out through the air as the desperate Fawkes landed next to them, tears already in his eyes. The pearly white liquid practically flowed through the wound on his arm as their healing properties got to work. Harry's chest started rising a bit more, as the poison started getting neutralized. His skin, which had been pasty white, started regaining some color.
Ginny smiled in relief, "You're going to be okay Harry! You're-"
Suddenly, his scar, which had been inflamed, burst in a shower of gore and ink black mist. The force knocked her off of her hero, even as his blackened blood covered her face. Fawkes was knocked away by the force as well, even as a horrible screeching filled the chamber. The black mist flowed out of Harry's scar, even as he arched his back and screamed in pain.
And just as suddenly, it was gone. Harry fell limp, panting and moaning as his hand reached up to his wound, which was still flowing, but red now. Ginny was furiously scrubbing at her face with her dirty robe, trying to get the goop off, when she heard his weak voice. "Gi-Ginny..."
"Harry!" Her cleaning duties forgotten immediately, she sprang towards him, furiously thanking him even as she lay kisses into his cheek. Her cheer turned into dread as she remembered, and she burst into a fresh set of tears, "I'm so sorry harry!" She sobbed into his chest, "It was me! None of this would have happened if it wasn't for me! I swear! I never meant any of it! I couldn't control myself! Tom made me!" She was practically blubbering apologies at him.
Harry's strength wasn't back yet, but he could at least wrap his arms around the distraught girl. "Shhhh" He whispered, even as the world started returning to clarity. He could see again. He could think again. "It's all right Ginny." He whispered to her, "None of it was your fault. It was all him, Ginny." His voice was getting stronger as he talked. He felt drops of liquid falling on his forehead, and focused on Fawkes, who was crying onto his bleeding scar. He smiled as his head fell sideways to look at the phoenix beside them. "You were brilliant Fawkes." He managed to reach over and scratch the bird's feathers gently, "I just wasn't quick enough..."
Fawkes trilled and took to the air, singing an uplifting victory song that gave both youngsters smiles, even through Ginny's hiccups. Harry's strength was fast-returning, and he sat up, still cradling Ginny to him. Her left arm was around his neck, so he adjusted her so she could sit comfortably on his lap, as he sat Indian-style. He slipped off his robe and pulled his cotton vest off. He gently started cleaning her face and drying her tears with it. "It'll be alright Ginny. We won." He whispered to the girl, making her smile even as her tears continued to leak. "Tom can't hurt you any more. I destroyed the diary."
"I know." She whispered. "The memory leaked back to me when he was destroyed. He was using my life to return..." She pressed herself into his chest, wrapping both arms around his neck. "You saved me, when no one else could. Thank you..." He smiled and lay his cheek on top of her head. She was rather tiny, he thought to himself with a chuckle.
She giggled suddenly, "You were the one with the great honking fang in your arm, and I'm the only one who cried." She sniffed, debating on renewing the waterworks, "How are you feeling Harry? Really?"
Harry took stock of himself, for the first time. He had been more worried about Ginny. But now, he almost shook in wonder. He touched his own face, and then watched himself crack his knuckles. He took a breath of air and looked all around the chamber. "I feel-I-I feel bloody amazing!" He exclaimed, "I can't explain it! Its as though I've had my head in a vice for my entire life, and for the first time, I'm seeing the world through my own eyes. Everything is clear!" He said with a wondrous grin. "Its like I've had a black cloud hanging over me, and its finally gone! Ginny...what happened after I passed out?"
Ginny hesitated for a bit as she gathered her thoughts, "I woke up with you next to me, and turned you over. I er..." She blushed brightly, reminding Harry of the past summer at the Weasley house, "I had a bit of a meltdown when I realized you were dead, and I climbed on top of you tried to slap you awake." The blush covered her entire face. "Er, yeah, Fawkes flew down and started crying into your wound, and it started healing. I saw you getting better, and you were breathing again. And then...well, your scar just exploded."
"It exploded? How does a scar explode?" He asked incredulously, "Though I suppose that explains the blood..." he trailed off.
She nodded, "Yeah, your blood was black. Like it was already dead and dry. But a black cloud thing flew out of it and was screeching terribly. After that, when it disappeared, it started bleeding normally. And then you woke up." They both fell silent as Harry wondered about what had come out of his scar.
Suddenly, he jerked as he realized that they should probably get back. No doubt the teachers were worried sick about them. "We'll figure it out Ginny. But right now, the teachers and Ron are probably having kittens. We need to get back." She nodded and slid of his lap. He got up and offered her his hands, which she took gratefully.
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