HP, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Chamber of Secrets

A patch of scarlet swam past, and Harry heard a soft clatter of claws beside him. “Fawkes,” said Harry thickly. “You were fantastic, Fawkes. . . .”
He felt the bird lay its beautiful head on the spot where the serpent’s fang had pierced him.
He could hear echoing footsteps and then a dark shadow moved in front of him.
“You’re dead, Harry Potter,” said Riddle’s voice above him.
“Dead. Even Dumbledore’s bird knows it. Do you see what he’s doing, Potter? He’s crying.” Harry blinked. Fawkes’s head slid in and out of focus. Thick, pearly tears were trickling down the glossy feathers.
“I’m going to sit here and watch you die, Harry Potter. Take your time. I’m in no hurry.” Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.
“So ends the famous Harry Potter,” said Riddle’s distant voice. “Alone in the Chamber of Secrets, forsaken by his friends, defeated at last by the Dark Lord he so unwisely challenged. You’ll be back with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry. . . . She bought you twelve years of borrowed time . . . but Lord Voldemort got you in the end, as you knew he must. . . .”
If this is dying, thought Harry, it’s not so bad. Even the pain was leaving him. . . .
But was this dying? Instead of going black, the Chamber seemed to be coming back into focus. Harry gave his head a little shake and there was Fawkes, still resting his head on Harry’s arm. A pearly patch of tears was shining all around the wound — except that there was no wound — “Get away, bird,” said Riddle’s voice suddenly. “Get away from him — I said, get away —” Harry raised his head. Riddle was pointing Harry’s wand at Fawkes; there was a bang like a gun, and Fawkes took flight again in a whirl of gold and scarlet. “Phoenix tears . . .” said Riddle quietly, staring at Harry’s arm. “Of course . . . healing powers . . . I forgot . . .” Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (pp. 321-322). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Harry looked at the bastard through the black goop dripping down into his eyes,

He looked into Harry’s face. “But it makes no difference. In fact, I prefer it this way. Just you and me, Harry Potter . . . you and me. . . .” Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (p. 322). Pottermore Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Fawkes dropped the diary onto his lap, next to both the fang that had been in his arm and the goop covered sword, and he raised, first the fang, impaling the diary with it, the quickly stood and impaled the hardened specter with the sword, listening to Riddle scream as he went up in smoke, much like Quirrelmorte.

He was gone, good riddance. Harry gathered the diary, fang, hat, and sword. Putting the sword back into the hat, then the fang. Before finally gathering his fallen wand and checking on Ginny. All was going to be ok now. The bad guy had been defeated again, and she was coming around. Now they just had to get out of there.
Piece of cake.
Yeah, right.