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I knew Tom Riddle was good at wandless magic. Grandfather had told me. I quickly took the basilisk fang on the floor and plunged it straight into the heart of the diary. Tom Riddle made a motion as though he was screaming but no sound came out. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Harry's hands, and flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then...
He had gone. Harry's wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The Basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.
Shaking all over, Harry sat. Cassie offered a hand for him to stand, he took it and pulled himself up. His head was spinning as though he'd just travelled miles by Floo powder. Slowly, he gathered together his wind and the Sorting Hat, and, with a huge tug, retrieved the glittering sword from the roof of the basilisk's mouth. Cassie just simply stared at him.
Then came a faint moan from the end of the Chamber. Ginny was stirring, As Cassie hurried towards her, she sat up. She was ok. Harry was ok. Cassie was ok. Everything was ok.
