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Disclaimer:  I own nothing. Harry Potter and all Harry Potter related things belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. The only thing I want to own is Draco Malfoy, however, sadly that is not possible. I do own a few random characters here and there and the plot did come from my little brain but I am not receiving any money from writing this little piece of fan fiction. Please, do not sue me. You will not be able to get very much out of me considering I am merely a poor fifteen-year-old girl.

Rated:  R for harsh language, violence, and some other things in later chapters that my little mind has not thought up yet.

Genre:  Angst/Drama/Romance

Pairings:  Draco/Ginny with a little Ron/Hermione and Harry/Lavender on the side for a little more fun…

Summary:  While getting off the Hogwarts Express after her fifth year, a very depressed Ginny comes across something she has not seen since her first year. With the evil powers of the diary overpowering her and having to spend the summer at Malfoy Manor, Ginny becomes fascinated by the Dark Arts. What will happen when the Dark Lord comes looking for her?

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When Fire Becomes Ice

Chapter 1:  Virginia's Evil Little Diary

The Hogwarts Express slowed into a stop at Kings Cross Station. Smoke, which was coming out of the train excessively, filled the station until it was nearly impossible to see. A petite fifteen-year-old redheaded girl stepped off the now completely stopped train. The smoke immediately made her brown eyes water from irritation. 

She lifted her arm and tried to clear the grey smoke away from her face. Squinting her eyes as she walked, she felt herself bump into someone else. She tried to see who it had been so she would be able to apologize; however, the smoke was so thick now she could not even make out the outline of the person.

She felt something fall into the pocket of her sweater but she did not try to take it out just yet – she wanted to wait until she was able to see clearly. As she tried to find a spot where the smoke was not as thick, she became curious as to what was in her pocket. She put her hand into the pocket and felt the object. A book - it was definitely some sort of a book.

As she felt the book, she began to feel rage fill her tiny body. She felt extremely angry, however, she did not know why she had suddenly become so angry. The thought never crossed her mind that perhaps it was this book in her pocket that had triggered some sort of anger and hatred inside her petite body.

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Virginia Angeline Weasley held the bloodstained diary carefully in her hands. It had been years since this leather-bound book had last been near her. It had been in her possession during her first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and now going into her sixth year of school, the diary had mysteriously returned to her. The diary was not just an innocent little book, however. It was evil – nothing but evil. Ginny knew of the evil the little book contained, however, she did not want to part with it. Something made her want to keep it – to treasure it forever.

She turned it over and lightly traced the words 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' with her index finger. She looked up from the old diary and out into the dark sky. She saw the rain pouring down from the nearly pitch black clouds. Suddenly, rage filled her beautiful brown eyes. She looked hatefully around her bedroom and despised everything around her. The pictures of her family – the pink curtains – the pinkness of her bed – the fuzzy stuffed animals – she loathed all the goodness of her bedroom.

She took the diary and carefully laid it under her frilly pink pillow when she heard a light knock on her bedroom door. "Yes?" she asked as sweetly as possible, however, inside she was dreading the idea of having to visit with someone.

The light pink door slowly swung open and Molly Weasley entered the small cluttered bedroom. "Hullo dear," she said as she sat down next to Ginny on the bed. "Hullo mummy," Ginny answered. Molly smoothed Ginny's bright red hair lovingly. "You haven't been out of your bedroom since you got home. We were getting worried. Are you alright, dear?" Molly asked worriedly. "Oh, yes. Just fine, mum. Just a bit tired, I suppose," Ginny answered hurriedly.  Molly Weasley nodded in understanding and left Ginny's bedroom.

Ginny groaned in annoyance and fell back onto her bed. She covered her eyes with her cold hands and was about to fall asleep when she heard a loud popping noise and someone fall onto the hard floor. She quickly uncovered her eyes and sat up but was disappointed to see Skye lying uncomfortably on her dirty wooden floor. "Skye?" she asked. Skye made some kind of annoyed noise and sat up. "Hey, Ginny," Skye answered as she stood up from the floor and dusted herself off.

Skye Maldonado was Ginny's only female friend – practically her only friend at all. Skye was not very popular just like Ginny so they became best friends very quickly. It was hard to know exactly why Skye was not popular or even well-liked, she had gorgeous dark brown hair and beautiful dark blue eyes, she was not very tall yet not very short either, and she had the best sense of humour.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked. She knew something had to be going on for Skye to just come over completely unannounced – it just was not in her personality to do something like that. "Oh, Ginny! It is awful! My parents are going to Spain for the summer and they are leaving me with the Malfoy family! Mum and dad say that the Malfoy's are the only family they trust with something they love as much as me but I think that leaving me with that kind of a family is like throwing me away to die!" Skye said dramatically and nearly screamed to the world as she paced Ginny's bedroom back and forth. "Just imagine – next year at Hogwarts you wont have a best friend!" she said sadly as she plopped down onto the bed.

"It cannot be that bad, Skye," Ginny tried to comfort the now crying girl. "It isn't yet but believe me, it will be!" she answered. Suddenly, Skye looked up from the dusty floor and straight at Ginny. "What?" Ginny asked uncomfortably. "What if you came with me to the Malfoy Manor for the summer?" Skye asked hopefully. Ginny started laughing hysterically as soon as the words had left Skye's mouth. "Are you kidding, Skye? Me, a Weasley, at the Malfoy Manor – they'd probably kill me before I was able to step in the door!" Ginny managed to get out while laughing so hard.

"Oh, Gin! Come on! Do it for me!" Skye begged. Ginny stopped laughing and looked at her hopeful best friend. She knew she could not just let her best and only friend down. "Alright, ask your parents if it would be okay but I'm positive the Malfoy's wont let me come with you," Ginny answered.

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One week later, Ginny sat outside The Burrow on the green grass with the bright light from the sun shining down on her. In the distance, a large black owl was flying toward the petite red head. Ginny watched the owl closely – she knew it was from Skye, who had just got to Malfoy Manor, telling her to get her things ready. She had been certain the Malfoy's would not let her stay the summer with them but apparently Skye's parents were particularly good at convincing people to do things.

The black owl swooped down and dropped a letter at Ginny's side. The letter was folded hurriedly as if Skye had wanted to send it as fast as possible. She opened the letter and began to read.

Gin,

I cannot wait until you get to Malfoy Manor. We are going to have a great summer together! Too bad, it has to be here that we stay. I have not seen much of Draco, and Lucius has not been here at all, but Narcissa is just fabulous! You would never have guessed she was a Malfoy if you had just met her and did not know her name. Oh, I almost forgot. You will not believe me until you see but Draco is incredibly attractive. Perhaps we just never noticed when we were at Hogwarts but for some reason, when he is at home he is much more… normal? Quiet? I do not know exactly but there is something about him that is very attractive. Anyway, see you soon! Lots of love.

Skye

"Ginny!" someone yelled from the door of The Burrow. Ginny turned around to face her home and saw Ron and Harry standing by the door waving at her to come to them. She reluctantly stood up and walked toward the two boys. Ginny used to have a huge crush on Harry; however, she had gotten over him long ago even though many people did not believe her.

When she reached the door, Ron grasped both of her shoulders and stared straight into her chocolate-brown eyes. "Are you positive you want to spend the summer with… Malfoy?" he asked quietly through gritted teeth. Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me!" Ron yelled as he let go of his younger and only sister's shoulders. "Ron, get it through your thick head! I am not spending the summer with Malfoy. I am spending the summer with Skye," she said angrily as she pushed Ron aside and walked into the kitchen.

Ginny rushed upstairs and into her bedroom. She slammed the door behind her and fell onto her cluttered bed. Hate was flowing through her veins – she felt as if she was about to explode. She needed to get away from it all – away from the world and maybe crawl into a hole to live all alone forever. No, she would end up loathing that as well. She tightly closed her eyes as if not seeing the world around her would take away the hate she felt against it all. However, that did not work either.

The bloodstained diary hiding under her frilly pink pillow was calling for her. She already had the hate from the diary flowing through her veins and now with it once again being in her possession the hate consumed her entirely. Ginny reached under the pillow and carefully pulled out the diary. Grabbing a quill from her bedside table, she opened the diary to the very first page.

Tom Riddle?

Yes, Virginia?

How did you come back?

I can always come back, Virginia.

Ginny felt ice cold chills run through her body as she read what Tom Riddle had said. She slammed the diary shut and threw the quill across the room. The quill flew out of the window and out into her mother's flower garden. There was a knock on her bedroom door, which made Ginny jump in fright. She quickly stuffed the diary back under her frilly pink pillow. She stood and opened the door to find herself face to face with know-it-all Hermione Granger, Ron and Harry's best friend.

"Hey, Ginny," Hermione said cheerfully. Ginny smiled although she was not happy. "Your mum wanted me to come tell you to get your things together because you will need to be leaving soon," she said cheerfully yet again. Ginny nodded but without a smile this time. She closed the door right in Hermione's cheerful, smiling face.

Ginny turned away from the now closed door and scanned her room. She had her clothes and other belongings scattered around the dusty floor. "Why didn't I just pack yesterday?" she whined to the empty room. Sighing, she walked toward her trunk and began stuffing her belongings inside. It did not take her very long – she did not own very much but she made sure she did not forget the diary. Why had she taken it when only moments ago she had hated the sight of it? She was not sure but she knew she wanted it with her.

Looking around her room one last time she decided that she had everything she would need. Nothing else was important enough to take to the Malfoy Manor. She opened the door before grabbing a hold of her now stuffed and extremely heavy trunk and dragging it all the way downstairs to the living room.

Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were sitting in the living room waiting for Ginny to come downstairs to leave. Ginny dragged her trunk into the room and yawned once she had dropped in onto the floor. "When am I leaving?" she asked the very quiet room. Ron glared at the petite red head, who simply glared back. Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat, "Ginny, dear, you will need to be leaving right now." Ginny nodded and grabbed her trunk once more.

The living room was incredibly quiet – any room with Harry, Ron, and Hermione inside definitely would not be that quiet. The quietness of the room was… unusual. It was almost as if time had stopped. There were no sounds – no sounds of breathing, animals, the wind… nothing that would normally be heard inside the house. Ginny seemed to be the only one to notice the quietness of the room but decided not to mention it. She did not want to leave in a bad mood by having someone tell her it was all in her imagination like they always did.

"Ginny, dear, time to go," Mrs. Weasley called from near the fireplace. She had a handful of floo-powder in one hand waiting for Ginny to use. "Ron, bring your sister's trunk over here," she called. Ron groaned but stood and dragged the heavy trunk to the fireplace. He put the trunk into the fireplace just leaving enough room for someone of Ginny's size. "Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said. Ginny smirked and nodded. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, no one noticed Ginny's little smirk.

She stood in the fireplace next to her filled trunk and stuck out her hand for the floo-powder. Mrs. Weasley put the floo-powder into Ginny's hand. "Now, dear, be polite, listen to Mrs. Malfoy, and clean up after yourself," she reminded. "Yes, mum," said Ginny. Before Mrs. Weasley could say another word, Ginny threw the floo-powder up into the fireplace. "Malfoy Manor!" she screamed into the quietness of The Burrow.

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Author's Note:  This is my newest creation. I have decided that I will only update this story and Enchanting Darkness. I have lost all inspiration for my other two stories but maybe someday I will be inspired once again. Anyway, I really hope you all enjoy this little piece of fan fiction. If you read this story, I would really appreciate it if you would REVIEW. If you review me… I will review you. Understand? Doesn't that sound easy and you get something out of it as well! So, go ahead and review. It is the right thing to do.