"Are you worried you're potentially Evil, or potentially undead?" Samora asks seriously. "I can check you for either or both today, but if you are, the checking will hurt. I'll be able to heal you afterwards, though, so it will only hurt for a few moments even in the worst case. Also if you'd rather wait until tomorrow I can prepare the spell for checking all four alignments without potentially injuring you. The check for undead is just hitting you with a healing spell, which hurts undead, and then if it hurts I can hit you with a reverse healing spell, which heals undead and hurts living people."

"Maybe try the undead one today and the other one tomorrow, then." 

"Alright, brace yourself. Cure Light Wounds."

Harry makes a deeply weird facial expression as the miscellaneous bruises he got sliding down the tube and dodging the basilisk suddenly stop aching but also he gets a moment's shooting pain in his scar.

"Better or worse than the opposite of that?"

Better, probably, but also if he's secretly a zombie it's got to be because of having survived a killing curse as a baby, so it making his scar hurt is not actually reassuring. "Better, I think?"

Samora has never seen someone have mixed feelings about polarized energy before. That's the great thing about adventuring; you learn something new every day.

"Alright, probably not secretly undead then. Might be cursed or something? If I don't pop back to my planet before tomorrow and don't end up with combat plans for the day I can prepare a Remove Curse, see if that does anything. Or maybe I can get some more detail if I-- Detect Magic--nope, it's still too magic down here to see straight, never mind."

"If you might pop back to your planet tonight maybe you should check if I'm evil today."

"Come off it, Harry, you're not evil."

"You really don't seem Evil. Like sure, maybe everything you're saying and doing is an elaborate deception, but if you're working from the same information I am? You just risked your life to save a friend and defeat an Evil wizard. And did an excellent job of it, too. I don't know your past; maybe you've done some things you regret. But if you regret your mistakes, and try to make amends and do better next time, they won't weigh on your soul forever. As long as you're alive you can keep learning and growing and doing Good."

Fawkes trills and chimes his agreement, and takes a break from circling above the party's heads to land on Harry's shoulder and gently preen his hair for a moment before taking off again.

"And the phoenix likes you. You're fine."

"We should get out of here and tell everyone the basilisk's dead." He starts walking toward the exit again.

It's not that much farther to the bottom of the pipe. Samora takes hold of Fawkes' offered tail feathers and holds out a hand for the others.

Harry takes Samora's other hand and one of Ron's; Ron adjusts his arm around Ginny and makes sure she's holding on tight.

Being carried by a phoenix doesn't feel like dangling by one arm while other people's weight hangs off your other arm. It feels like changing from a being held down by gravity to a being whose nature is to ascend and to lift others up with you. They soar up the pipe together without touching the walls, surrounded by echoing song, rising back to the familiar world of air and light. Fawkes sets them all down gently on the floor of Myrtle's bathroom and then leads them, covered in slime but triumphant, along the hallway to Professor McGonagall's office.

This office contains: two people who are obviously the Weasley children's parents, and two people who are obviously powerful casters. Fawkes lands on one of the latter's shoulder.

The Weasley parents immediately scoop all three children into a hug of an intensity that only a parent who just stopped grieving can provide.

The powerful casters

greet Samora with a raised eyebrow.

"Samora, Church of Iomedae," she accounts for herself. "I was sent to this planet by an archmage, encountered Potter and Weasley on their way to rescue the younger Weasley and pitched in. They fight very well for their age."

"Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, and this is my deputy Minerva McGonagall. What is the church of Iomedae?" he asks, staring into her eyes.

Ah yes, the archmage Harry supports and Riddle had beef with. She might have suspected even if he hadn't introduced himself; that Detect Thoughts went through her save like it wasn't there. She contemplates the general situation of gods on Golarion, the nature of Iomedae, and the structure and purpose of the church for a few seconds, then answers aloud for the other one. "Iomedae is the ascended goddess of prioritization and defeating Evil; Her church is centered on my home planet Golarion and focuses on protecting civilization there from major threats."

Tiny eyebrow twitch. (Translation: what in Merlin's name is this.)

"Fascinating. Truly even at my age I have a great deal to learn."