AN: Hello all! I'm back with a MC! This will base around Harry and the Basilisk. This chapter is nothing but a prologue, and rushes through the fist 11 years of Harry's life. I will post the 'first chapter' as soon as it's ready, and then a normal posting schedule will begin. This is a WIP, but depending on the day that I post the next chapter, that will be the normal upload date! [So, if I get this out on Friday, a new chapter will be uploaded every Friday! :D

A basic summary: Harry Potter uses the Basilisk to defeat Tom Riddle's diary, forcing Dumbledore to realize that Harry is more powerful than he realized. Dumbledore will then need to reevaluate his plans. Harry grow's up through his teen years with the beast at his side, until they finally meet Dumbledore once more. Fate will bring these two together, but who and what will fight to keep them apart?

Enjoy! :D

Harry Potter had always lived a normal life… We normal for him, anyway. Throughout his childhood, he was always expected to do the house and yard chores, stay out of the way, and not draw attention to himself.

He didn't always listen, however. When he was six years old, he was sneaking and watched a telly program that Dudley was watching. He later realized that his Aunt or Uncle must not have been paying much attention, because it had involved magic.

Later that night, when Harry was locked into his cupboard for the night, he was playing with his few, broken toys - that had once belonged to Dudley - and got a bit to loud. He was so engrossed into playing, that he didn't realize he was shouting quite loudly, therefore alerting Vernon and Petunia.

Harry was broken out of his imagination when Vernon slammed the door open and dragged Harry out by his arm.

Of course, with Harry only being six, he didn't fully understand what was wrong with him playing, he saw Dudley play all the time. Maybe he was playing wrong? But he didn't like breaking things, he knew that if he broke something more than it already was, that he wouldn't get any new toys, and would have to throw it away.

"What have I told you about being loud, boy!" screamed Vernon.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, I thought I was being quiet! It won't happen again," replied Harry. He was on the verge of tears, and was shaking uncontrollably. Harry hated being yelled at, he knew he was a nuisance, but he didn't like being reminded of it.

"What have I told you about being loud? We do not want you here, so you are not supposed to be making any sounds!"

"Vernon, he's only six, the brat probably doesn't understand. He is slow after all," Petunia butted in.

"I said I was sorry! I was just pretending my toys had magic!" added Harry. Suddenly, Vernon was turning purple in the face. He started sputtering and shaking himself, which was no small thing with a man of his size.

"M-magic? There is no such thing as magic. I will not have you going around pretending about magic. People who believe in magic go to hell, boy. Do you want to join your mummy and daddy in hell?" whispered an enraged Vernon, with spittle flying out of his mouth.

"My mummy and daddy are not in hell! Take that back!" screamed Harry, who was now letting his tears fall freely.

At that point, Vernon dragged Harry into their garage, locking him in the dog kennel that was bought for Harry. Vernon then covered the cage in a dark blanket, before turning out the lights.

"You will not come out of there until you admit that there is no such thing as magic, and that you're parents are rotting in hell - where they belong! Do you understand, mutt?"

"Y-y-yes, sir," mumbled Harry.

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Since that night, Harry had learned not to purposely speak of magic or his parents. As he got older, his punishments were more sparse, but when he did get punished - they were harsh.

When Harry had turned eleven, he had learned that magic was real - but he was too terrified to rub it in Vernon's face. He was still young, but he wasn't stupid.

However, even with the reprieve of going to an all-magic boarding school, and learning to control his magic, he was still terrified of his family.

He had built up a rage inside of him, and when he found that it was Voldemort who had killed his parents - and that they weren't in hell - he vowed vengeance on the man that was responsible.

Luckily for him, at the end of his first school year, Voldemort was possessing Professor Quirrell and trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry with the help of his two friends, Hermione and Ron, were able to sneak down to the third floor corridor, and with the help of his christmas present from Hagrid - a flute - they jumped down into the devils snare below.

The trio of children then made it past each teachers obstacle: Flitwick's Keys, McGonagall's Chess Board - leaving Ron behind, and Quirells troll was still unconscious. Hermione had to let Harry go through Snape's obstacle alone, while she went back to check on Ron.

But when Harry had stepped through the flames and saw Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, he felt nothing but shock. They had all thought that it was Severus Snape after the stone, not the stuttering Defense teacher.

Harry soon took action after Quirrell and Voldemort tried to ease the stone from him, and he soon found that physical contact stunted his Professor.

But, Harry had also gone unconscious through the pain as well. Harry soon woke up in the Infirmary, and Dumbledore was able to answer some of Harrys questions.

At the end of his first year feast, they were awarded points for their bravery, ultimately beating Slytherin for the house cup.

Unfortunately, Harry still had to go back to the Dursleys for the summer. The three months home passed in a blur, with Harry gaining a bit more freedom to stay out of their hair. He still had to do chores of course, but he wasn't met with severe punishment if he didn't complete them on time.