Hi! I know I haven't been working on my Teen Titans fic, but I already all the way to chapter three written on this one. (I just need to type it.) So please dont hate me! This will be an evil/dark Harry fic because I love them.

Disclaimer: The only things I own are my computer and any characters not in the books. The rest of this stuff belongs to JK Rowling

Harry Potter and the Gift of the Basilisk

Harry was back with his relatives for another summer. In the wizarding world, he was famous, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived', famous for defeating the most powerful dark wizard of all time at the age of one! Back with the Dursely's, he was Harry Potter the freak, the burden, treated no better than a house-elf. He had begged Dumbledore to let him stay with one of his friends, anywhere was better than those wizard hating muggles, but Dumbledore had just one off on something about blood wards.

"As long as you still call it home, Voldemort can't harm you."

That was only part of it, but the events of the past year had blocked out small things like that. What happened at the Department of Mysteries was what kept Harry awake for hours during the night. His godfather Sirius had died. Harry hadn't been able to say it at first, admitting it was painful. He was dead thanks to that witch…Bellatrix. She had even mocked him afterwards. Harry still couldn't believe that a woman like her could be related to Sirius. She had enjoyed killing him and Harry, wanting to avenge Sirius, had cast the Cruciatus Curse at her. It hadn't had the effect it was supposed to though.

"Is that the best you can do Potter? You have to mean it; you need to enjoy causing pain! Righteous anger wont hurt me for long."

Was the pain and anger of losing Sirius not enough? And there were others that played a part in Sirius's death. If Dumbledore had told him that Voldemort could use those visions against him, then they might have been able to stop it. If he had known, if he had just stayed at Hogwarts, Sirius might still have been alive. In the end, it came back to Harry's foolish decision to run off.

'He was the only person I had left that I would call family.' Harry thought sadly. His hands clench in anger. 'I'll kill that bitch for what she did to him.' A small tear ran down his cheek as he finally fell asleep.

Dream

Harry was staring absently into a fire. He heard someone enter the room, "Do you have a reason for disturbing me Malfoy?" He didn't even bother to look up.

The hooded figure of Lucius Malfoy bowed before him. "My lord, I was told that you wished to see me."

Harry sighed, "You will lead a small attack on Diagon Alley. But the most important part is that nobody will die! You will do what you have must to cause a panic, but the use of the Unforgivables will result in the casters death."

The man before him lifted the hood from his head, "I understand my lord. But the capture will not be easy. He will refuse to come quietly."

A small smile came across Harry's face, "He will come quietly because I have someone he wants."

"Who?"

Harry pointed to the door. Another man entered the room, obviously a Death Eater.

Malfoy's eyes grew wide, "You? But, you're supposed to be-"

"Dead?" The man finished, "I know, that's what gives the Dark Lord the advantage." He started to remove his hood when Harry's scar exploded in pain.

End Dream

I know the chapter is short, but if you give me good reviews I will have the next chapter up either today, tomorrow, or the day after. It all depends on how many reviews I get.