Alba Famiglia

A New Beginning

The first chapter is nearly exactly the same as the book so I'm just going to add a summary of the chapter here so you don't have to read this chapter and can skip it. Just skip all the way to the bottom so you don't have to bother with this chapter...

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Chapter One

Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning. In the background, Riddle continued to speak-he was most probably gloating over his victory. Smiling wearily, he couldn't help but feel that if he was to die now, it wouldn't be so bad. He wouldn't have to go back to the Dursleys, he wouldn't have to be in pain anymore. Sure, people would miss him, but they'd probably get over it... right?

No, he had to live. He had to live! There was still so much he had to do. Harry clenched his fist trying to force himself to focus. He had to live!

The chamber seemed to be coming back into focus. Harry pushed against the wall, forcing himself to stand up. Looking down, he noticed that his wound was gone, healed by Fawkes tears. Gritting his teeth, Harry raised his head, forcing himself to walk forward. Suddenly, his vision cleared completely and he felt a rush of energy surge through him. Nothing seemed impossible for him now. Laughing maniacally, he walked towards Riddle.

Riddle looked at him unsurely, raising Harry's own wand at him.

"Snapped Harry Potter? Can't even handle a little pressure?" Riddle sneered at him although there was a light of uncertainty in his eyes.

He raised the wand.

Then, in a rush of wings, Fawkes had soared back overhead and something fell in front of Harry-the diary. Harry grabbed it as it was falling and as he held it, the edges of the book began to curl up as the pages began to blacken. Orange flames consumed the book.

There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Harry's hands, flooding the floor. However, the diary continued to burn. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then he was gone.

Harry's wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Complete and utter silence. The orange flames had extinguished and with it all his energy. Panting loudly, Harry knelt on the ground trying to regain his energy. Then, shaking all over, Harry pulled himself up. His head was spinning as though he'd just traveled miles by Floo powder.

Stab the book with the fang.

Something inside him told him to stab the diary with the basilisk fang. As he was always one to listen to his instincts, Harry grabbed the basilisk fang before stabbing it through the book.

Once he was done, he gathered together his wand and the Sorting Hat, and, with a huge tug, retrieved the glittering sword from the roof of the basilisk's mouth.

Then came a faint moan from the end of the Chamber. Ginny was stirring. As Harry hurried toward her, she sat up. Her bemused eyes traveled from the huge form of the dead basilisk, over Harry, in his blood-soaked robes, then to the diary in his hand. She drew a great, shuddering gasp and tears began to pour down her face.

"Harry - oh, Harry - I tried to tell you at b-breakfast, but I c-couldn't say it in front of Percy - it was me, Harry - but I - I s-swear I d- didn't mean to - R-Riddle made me, he t-took me over - and - how did you kill that - that thing? W-where's Riddle? The last thing I r- remember is him coming out of the diary -"

"It's all right," said Harry, holding up the diary, and showing Ginny the fang hole, "Riddle's finished. Look! Him and the basilisk. C'mon, Ginny, let's get out of here -"