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With a hissing sound of magic, contained in the undistinguished half-century old diary, destroyed by one of the most post venom in existence, world of one Harry Potter went black: he too was poisoned by the same basilisk venom he used to destroy this bloody diary.

"So, how does it feel, to be completely helpless?" Tom Riddle, better known as lord Voldemort, ridiculed him. "Though, I hate to admit that if you did this just several minutes earlier, you might have had me killed... But the victo-..." Now Harry couldn't hear too. Hell, the only thing he could feel was the white-hot pain in his body. Just ten or so more seconds and he will see his dead parents again... Or... Pain started to cease and the world slowly returned to him, with a feeling of hot and heavy bird crying on his wounded shoulder.

"Fawkes?" The boy-who-lived asked in surprise.

"Damned phoenix!" Tom threw a nasty ash-gray curse at the bird, but the phoenix flew into the air, effectively evading whatever that curse was. "Damned phoenix and its healing tears!!!" Several more curses none of which were familiar to Harry were sent at Fawkes, making him keep his distance from the boy, so the bird settled for flying just under the ceiling and singing for Harry. "Worry not, spawn of the Potters, I will personally see that you will meet your mudblood of mother today." Voldemort showed Harry his wand, before aiming it at him. "Avada kedavra!" On pure instincts Harry managed to dodge green beam of killing curse. Picking up the sword of Gryffindor, he wished he had some kind of a ranged weapon. Than he felt a 'heartbeat' coming from the sword.

"What the?.." Right in front of his eyes two-handed sword morphed into equally magnificent-looking boomerang with one and a half feet long blades. Harry saw that his opponent was too distracted by this transformation to continue his attacks, so the boy used this opportunity and threw his weapon at Riddle. But as soon as tom saw the attack, he sidestepped the boomerang.

"Pathetic. Did you really think that suck a ridiculous, muggle, attack can harm great lord Voldemort? Now, die, fool! Avada kedavra!" Harry, again by sheer luck, dodged the killing curse. He was too caught in his attempts to survive to see the boomerang returning. Suddenly he heard Tom hissing in pain and cursing him in parseltongue. Looking up, Harry saw Voldemort collapsing onto the stone floor of the chamber with a boomerang sticking from his back. Apparently, the blades were now coated in basilisk venom... Just thirty seconds later, at least this one, Tom Riddle was no more, disappearing in a black smoke, leaving nothing after himself. Harry picked his wand and immediately ran to Ginny's side. The girl was still unconscious and as pale as she was when he entered this damned chamber. He put his hand on her forehead. It was barely warm – the girls was alive, at least. He again felt Fawkes land on his shoulder. Deciding, that it was imperative, to bring her to the medic, Harry picked the boomerang, which, with another 'heartbeat', transformed back into its sword form, picked the sorting hat, destroyed diary and finally returned back to Ginny.

"Can you bring us back from here, eh, Fawkes?" To Harry's surprise, the phoenix sang something that could be interpret as a positive answer, and as soon as Harry grabbed Ginny's hand, the chamber of secrets disappeared from his view in a flash of fire. Now they were in the infirmary and immediately greeted by madam Pomfrey who rushed to the girl's side. "Don't worry, I'll be returning back. I just need to speak with headmaster right now." Harry said, and Fawkes transported him to Dumbledore's office. "Can you find Ron and Lockhart and bring them there too?" Phoenix nodded and disappeared in a flash of flames.

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More than two hours later one tired to death Harry Potter stumbled back into the infirmary. He just survived through all but interrogation by Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Lucius Malfoy about the events that took place in the chamber, as well as his personal 'skirmish' with the elder Malfoy which resulted in freeing house elf named Dobby.

"How's she?" Harry asked weakly, falling onto his personal bed.

"Not good." Madam Pomfrey answered from Ginny's bed. "She'll live, sure, but her life was almost completely drained from her. Tomorrow she'll be moved to St. Mungo's and even with everything they have, I'm afraid, it'll take years before she will be completely healed from this."

'At least she is alive...' Harry thought, nodding, and then immediately fell asleep from the exhaustion...