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Harry slid down the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He gripped the fang embedded in his arm, feeling the venom burn through his veins, and wrenched it free. But he knew—it was too late. White-hot pain spread steadily, his vision blurring. The Chamber dissolved into a swirl of dull colors.

Cassiopeia rushed to his side.

"Oh, God, Harry. Are you alright?" Concern was etched across her face.

He exhaled heavily. "Sorry for being a bit mean these past few days." His voice was weak. This was probably the last conversation he would ever have.

"A bit?" she scoffed, though a small chuckle escaped her. "It's alright, Potter. I wasn't exactly the nicest either. Now come on, Fawkes." She turned toward the phoenix just as it swooped down, resting its brilliant head against Harry's wound.

"Fawkes," Harry murmured thickly. "You were brilliant..."

A shadow loomed over him.

"You're dead, Harry Potter," Riddle sneered. "Dead. Even Dumbledore's bird knows it. Do you see what he's doing, Potter? Crying."

He smirked, crossing his arms. "I'll sit here and watch you die. What are you smirking at?" His sharp gaze flickered to Cassie, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, nothing," she replied airily, though her gaze kept darting to the bird.

Harry's head felt heavy, the world spinning around him.

"So ends the famous Harry Potter," Riddle's voice rang distantly. "Defeated at last in the Chamber of Secrets. You'll be back with your dear Mudblood mother now, Harry... She bought you twelve years of borrowed time, but Lord Voldemort got you in the end."

Harry blinked blearily at Cassie. "If this is dying... it's not so bad," he whispered.

But something was off. The Chamber wasn't fading into darkness. Instead, it was coming back into focus. He shook his head slightly, and then—Fawkes.

Riddle raised his wand, ready to strike.

Desperation flared in Cassiopeia's chest. She had only ever heard of this spell, but now—it was her only chance.

"Langlock!" she shouted.

Riddle's mouth snapped shut, his tongue stuck fast to the roof of his mouth. Silence.

Harry, still dazed, glanced at her.

Cassiopeia smirked. "Finally, some peace."

And as Fawkes' tears sealed his wound, Harry knew—he wasn't going to die today.