This was brought up in my head because I'm crazy like this and 99 brain cells outvoted the one poor "Reason" cell to make me actually think how this might turn out.

Yes I know that at 11 Year old Exalting is weird. Weirder things have happened in Exalted, especially considering that Harry effectively had Destiny 5.

Option the second: Lunar?

Scene: Second year, in the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry's eyes were darkening around the edges, he could feel the fang of the gigantic serpent piercing his arm through-and-through. Riddle was going to win like this? Like some punk who happened to have control of a gigantic snake with killing eyes, recently scratched out by a Phoenix but still! How was this fair? Harry could practically see the life force flow form Ginny into Riddle, making him more and more "real."

Harry's main thought in that moment would have normally been about how he would survive this and barring that how he would take the snake with him, but not this time. This time Harry could almost see how the school would be shut down simply because he couldn't protect his friend from the shadow of the Dark Lord. Not even the Dark Lord himself whom he had defeated (questionably) the year before but a shadow.

The moment Harry's mind turned from defeating the snake and killing the shade of Riddle, he found himself filled with a renewed energy, a sense of purpose which made the pain of the Basilisk's venom seem insignificant in comparison. Using what strength was left in his arms, Harry wrenched the fang, still stuck though his flesh and bone, free from the mouth of the basilisk, chopping at the gums with the sword of his house-founder. When it came free, harry could see the black venom pour mixed with serpentine trails of blood form the creatures mouth.

The next move baffled the shade of Riddle as Harry dove into the open and screaming mouth of the basilisk.

For the longest time, Tom could only stare at the Basilisk who looked just as curious as Riddle felt, even through its blind pain-filled haze. And then the snake let out an ear-piercing screech and fell dead on the gorund and Riddle could only watch, horrified, as another identical Basilisk, with it's eyes intact and both fangs, burst from within the snake. Everything he'd read about the snake before he'd made the diary never mentioned any kind of regenerative quality like this, but Riddl'es younger self was nothing if not delusionally self-aggrandizing.

"Are you fine, Servant?" He hissed, not looking the creature in its killing eyes.

"Yes, But you're not." Was the only response Riddle got before, looking back at the creature, It struck out at his diary, piercing it with one of his fangs.

As the ink ran as blood form the book and the stolen life flowed back into its original owner, the shade could only scream in pain, but deep down he was confused as to what had just happened…

Harry shrank down to his relatively short human form, a glowing sigil of a ring of silver on his brow, giving off brighter light than any distant torch and bathing the area in a soft silver glow. The silver flowed out of the ring on his forehead into flowing and intricate lines all along Harry's skin. Simplistic by some descriptions, they still flowed in a script long forgotten by normal mortals, declaring Harry's identity for those who knew enough to read it.

Wiping a bit of blood from his lips, Harry looked back at Ginny before diving back into the corpse of the Basilisk. At a point nearer the head than the tail, Harry pulled out the fang he had used to kill the monster, it's heart still attached with a bite missing form it's flesh. Harry continued to eat the flesh as he walked back over to Ginny's unconscious form.

Fawks sat on Ginny's body, crying into the girls small wounds, healing them instantly before flying over to Harry's shoulder, looking at his arm expectantly.

"I Don't think I'll be needing that sort of help, Fawks." Harry said, holding up his arm to show clean flesh without the blemish of a scar, only the glowing silver lines that traced his entire body like vines.

Back up in the castle proper, Tonks could only hold herself tightly as her tattoos showed and a vision of her Patron flitted across her mind showing only a crescent moon hanging in the air like the smile of a mad god.