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Cassie knew Tom Riddle was skilled in wandless magic—her grandfather mentioned it in one of his rambling sessions. Without hesitation, she seized the basilisk fang from the floor and drove it straight into the heart of the diary.

Riddle convulsed, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Ink gushed from the diary in torrents, spilling over Harry's hands and pooling onto the stone floor. Riddle writhed, twisting and flailing, his form flickering like a dying flame—until, at last, he was gone.

Harry's wand clattered to the floor, and silence fell. Only the steady drip of ink, still oozing from the diary, broke the stillness. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole straight through it.

Shaking, Harry sank onto the ground. Cassiopeia stepped forward and extended a hand. He took it, letting her help him to his feet, though his head was spinning as if he had just traveled miles by Floo powder.

Slowly, he gathered his wand, the Sorting Hat, and, with a sharp tug, pulled the glittering sword from the basilisk's mouth. Cassie watched him in quiet astonishment.

Then, a faint moan echoed through the Chamber.

At the far end, Ginny stirred.

Cassie hurried toward her as the girl sat up, blinking dazedly.

She was okay.

Harry was okay.

Cassie was okay.

Everything was okay.