So, an editing that I hope makes the story better. It follows the same storyline just fills in some blanks I saw on re-reading.

Bella stared at the fang in her hand, still coated with and slowly dripping her blood. While Riddle's monolog continued in the background.

The venom from the Basilisk causing her veins to feel like she had magma instead of blood, and the blurring of her vision as she saw two or was it three giant snake corpses in the background. This information told all that she needed to know regarding the fact that she was dying quickly but not painlessly.

'Well,' she thought, reaching for the diary and pulling it towards her. 'If I am going to die that bastard is coming with me.'

Gritting her teeth as the edges of her vision started to get a black tinge and spots started to appear Bell opened the diary and held it still with her bleeding right arm.

Using her right arm as a guide for her left hand she lifted the fang and plunged it into the diary, nicking the webbing between her thumb and index finger at the same time.

As black ink started to hemorrhage from the book, her vision was taken up with the sight of her hands erupted into yellow streaked purple flames. Accompanying the fire was a sudden surge of strength that gave her enough power to drive the fang now coated in the purple flames a second and third time.

The burning that erupted from her scar put the magma in her blood to shame. Clinging to consciousness, she barely heard the shade scream at her to stop as she watched him dissolve in front of her.

As she looked at the flames that coated her hands surged and divided into six separate balls of purple flame that had an odd silvery sheen to them. Five of the balls shoot up and thought the ceiling of the chamber, the sixth dove into her already burning scar.

Upon entering the scar, a second scream echoed throughout the chamber much like the one from the Riddle shade moments before.

Then as suddenly as the screaming had started a ringing silence filled the air, and the burning in her scar dissipated. The purple flames redecided allowing her to watch as the yellow flames which had moved internally while the purple had moved externally. They seemed to be healing both the cut on her hand and the hole in her arm. Matter of fact she could feel the magma that was her blood cool down to normal as her vision returned.

As all trace of the wounds except for the scars vanished the flames died out and the exhaustion set in.

Taking a deep breath, she struggled to her shaking legs, picking up the diary and her wand on the way up. Looking around and trying to regain her bearing she looked to Fawkes and let out a short laugh the look the bird gave her.

His head was cocked to the side as if to ask her what the hell had just happened.

"I don't have a clue either my friend." She told the bird, after all, he had just helped her kill a Basilisk why couldn't he be her friend. Speaking of which.

"Thanks for your help with the snake, it would have been impossible if you hadn't taken out the eyes." Bella thanked him as she turned to the now stirring Ginny.

Turning she took a couple of shaky steps to where Ginny was just sitting up, and getting her bearings. Bella offered her hand to the younger girl, which was ignored as Ginny's wide brown eyes started to tear up and the apologies started.

"Enough Ginny," Bella's tired though firm voice interrupted the girl causing her to fall silent in shock where she sat on the floor.

"Save your breath for getting out of this hell hole," Bella told the girl as she turned and started to walk out of the chamber with Fawkes in the lead pausing only to pick up the sword and sorting hat on her way out. Feeling that if she stopped for any other reason on the way out she would likely be spending the night in the chamber.

Which that happened she would happily maim all those involved, no need to make this rescue mission redundant by killing them.

Arriving at the site of the tunnel cave in, (How was she to know that Ron hadn't learned his lessons on ensuring his wand's safety after living with the twins, or that when an Obliviate gets shielded and sent back to the castor the spell would be strong enough to knock him back and cause the collapse?) she growled at how little progress Ron had made.

After crawling through the whole that she barely able to squeeze herself through. While Ron hugged his sister, Bella walked over to where Lockhart lay in the middle of the walkway, staring up at the ceiling vacantly. Not in the mood to deal nicely with anyone let alone him she roused him by kicking him in the ribs.

"Hey asshole, get up we need to get moving." Was all she said as Ginny sobbed into Ron's hug in the background.

"You guys might want to hurry up as I will not wait for you." She threw over her shoulder as she continued towards the way out.

They used Fawkes to get out and Bella had never been happier that she wore pants instead of the skirt that they had tried to force on her. She didn't know how many times McGonagall had tried to get her to change but she just ignored them.

The debriefing to the headmaster contained only the basics of what had happened after Dumbledore had been removed from the school. Basically, the fact that when she had gone to ensure that Lockhart was going to do his job for once even if she had to force him, which was what it had boiled down to. Riddle living in the diary, the basic of killing the snake then stabbing said book. Bella left out the flames and instead told the Headmaster that she had been lucky in that the sword had broken off the fang in a previous strike attempt which also left the space that her arm had gone into empty.

After the debriefing by the headmaster and freeing Dobby by managing to slip her tie into the book. Though she almost wished that Malfoy Sr had not been stopped by Dobby. True it sounded like he was trying to kill her, but then think of the fun she could have by beating him then threating to report him if he didn't leave her alone. Because really who would try to kill a student in a school hallway when most of the staff are still on high alert due to the recent attacks. After all the official announcement of what had happened hadn't gone out yet.

Bella went up to the tower to go get a shower and changed before the spontaneous feast that they wanted to throw.

Ron had obviously gotten back before her after dropping his sister off at the infirmary. The second the portrait opened she was overwhelmed by the cheering. People ran up to her probably wanting to hug her but backed off when they saw the look on her face. It was her I will hex you into next week if you bug me right now look, or maybe it was due to the blood, slim and ink she was covered with. Who knew?

She had cursed the common room on more than one occasion. The most memorable had been to the twins last year after one of their pranks had disturbed the quiet of the tower as people were trying to study a week before pre-Christmas exams.

While she hadn't been studying at the time the fifth and seventh years had looked murderous and she had been taking a break while sitting in the window and reading The Two Towers just before curfew. The twins had to be levitated to the hospital wing while oozing gray slime and covered in fluorescent orange pustules. They were in there for the week while Madam Pomphrey tried to reverse what she had done, getting out just in time exams to start Monday morning.

Percy had similar treatment when he had tried to punish her, McGonagall only took ten points as she muttered about her mother doing the same thing years ago. Everyone learned to leave her alone unless she talked to them first. By the end of that week, she had the entire house obeying her and she started to plot taking over the school. This year had been her year of more in-depth observation and connection making. Next year she would set her plans into motion.

The path to the girl's stairway cleared as she headed up to shower. On her way she grabbed Percy's arm and made sure that the rest of the house wouldn't wait around for her to finish before going to the great hall.

She needed some space to clear her head.

After the half-hour long shower she got dressed into some of her warmer clothes including a second cloak, grabbed her dagger from her trunk (cursing herself for not having it earlier but she had left it as she hadn't wanted it to be seen with the heightened security everyone was under, well that wasn't going to happen again and secured it to her right calf and hid it under her pant leg) and pulled on her invisibility cloak.

Needing a place to clear her mind and get away from everyone she headed up to the astronomy tower forgoing the feast.

Her irritation with having to deal with the Headmaster was all that had kept her from collapsing onto her bed in the tower.

Once at the top of the tower she went to the furthest and darkest corner sat with her back to the wall and stared up at the clear sky, trying to let her irritation go as the counselor at her primary school had tried to teach her. She would have gone to the greenhouses, but Professor Sprout had wards around them after hours.

Pulling out the small dagger she had on her leg, she stared at it. She had gotten it at a shop in Knockturn Alley last summer having ditched Ron and Hermione as they were arguing outside Quality Quidditch Supplies last summer.

It had a sleek black blade with red highlight much like her hair did, making it look like fire in the night. The grip had purple wire wrapped around it with a thread of yellow in it. She had been drawn to the dagger had felt the need to own it deep in her soul even though at almost 30 cm (1 ft.) long it was a little too big for her to easily hold.

Now as she watched the flames on the 18 cm (7 in) blade dance in the light of the full moon she followed the compulsion that she had to flare the strange fire she still felt dancing under her skin into it.

The flames engulfed the dagger as she felt something snap into place as it shrunk to fit her hand perfectly. It was also now just a little shorter than her forearm. She somehow knew that it would grow with her as she got older. Taking off her boot and removing the matching sheath from her leg she did the same and watched as it also shrunk to fit the new blade. It would also now fit her left forearm perfectly, she would just need to get a couple more cotton shirts looser sleeves.

She planned on using the dagger for close quarters and her wand for distance fighting. She just needed to learn how to use it properly. Then learn how to use them together if she had to.

Feeling more relaxed with that finished she strapped the dagger onto her left arm folded up the extra cloak that she had brought as a pillow, covered herself in the invisibility cloak and laid down to stare up at the stars. Thankfully it was a warm night, as she settled in she started to count down from ten in all the languages that she knew how to read and write at least if not being able to converse in, due to a lack of someone to practice with.

She had taken up studying languages while in Surrey. The Library had been the place that she had gone to get away from all the sheep she, unfortunately, knew as fellow students. There she had found the child's language section and had started to learn. Moving on to the higher levels as she learned more and more. The librarian had noticed her interest even ordered in more books in other different languages for her. So, while she wasn't sure on the pronunciation of all the words she would still write her essays out in various tongues to keep her skills up. It also helped make sure that no one could copy her work (Ron) or nag her about the distance learning of her normal schooling (Hermione).

Sometimes she wished that she didn't have to keep up appearances as much as she needed to.

Under the careful watch of the moon, she fell asleep before she even got to five in her first countdown.

Down in the Great hall, the feast was just starting to really get underway.

Have a good day, and remember if I owned any of this I probably wouldn't be writing on here.