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The basilisk was definitely out of the cave already, seeing
as the shadow of its form was fully out, not quite succumbing to its
demise yet. Its writhing form could be seen in glimpses where the
fire burned colder before Henry pushed in surges of his magic.

A little more, Henry clenched his teeth. Only a bit,
he screamed as he pushed harder, his voice foreign to his ears.
After an agonizing ten minutes, it finally stilled. Henry
collapsed in exhaustion, the echoing battle between voices, the
chaos, heat and falling stones now silent.

He steadied himself, wiping the ash away from his forehead.
Basilisk bone was strong, he assessed. It was strong enough to not
disintegrate even with the heat of hell's fire. The skeleton of the
once great basilisk of Slytherin lay on the chamber's ground. It was
that moment Tom Marvolo Riddle walked in.

Livid.

'Shit,' his face soured at the notice of Henry. Henry felt like
slamming his head against the wall. Why on earth did he say that
out loud? How was Riddle even here? Why did he have to come
now?

'What did you do?' he snarled.
'Er…erm…I…er…’

Run.
'EVANS!' Riddle raised his wand in a swift motion, all
pleasantries of the past weeks gone, sent the killing curse at Henry.
'AVADA KEDAVRA!'