A/N: This is the prologue. I know it's a bit late for that, but I don't want my story to be just fluffy Draco/Ginny cuteness. I want it to have complications, danger, and much more. Please Excuse my spelling. I have a weird keyboard that is very prone to typos. So yeah. I have to get a new keyboard.
DISCLAIMER: The setting and characters belong to JKR. Part of this chapter belongs to JKR. I only own the plot and obsession of Draco.
WARNING: This is kind of AU. Well yeah, I mean if you're reading this story, you don't actually expect to read canon do you? It's like fanon with a bit of a tweak.
Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.
"So ends the famous Harry Potter," said Riddle's distant voice. "Alone in the Chamber of Secrets, forsaken by his friends, defeated at last by the Dark Lord he so unwisely challenged. You'll be back with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry... She bought you twelve years of borrowed time... but Lord Voldemort got you in the end, as you knew he must..."
If this is dying, thought Harry, it's not so bad.
Even the pain was leaving him...
But was this dying? Instead of going black, the Chamber seemed to be coming back into focus. Harry gave his head a little shake and there was Fawkes, still resting his head on Harry's arm. A pearly patch of tears was shining all around the wound - except that there was no wound.
"Get away, bird," said Riddle's voice suddenly. "Get away from him - I said, get away-"
Harry raised his head. Riddle was pointing Harry's wand at Fawkes; there was a bang like a gun, and Fawkes took flight again in a whirl of gold and scarlet.
"Phoenix tears..." said Riddle quietly, staring at Harry's arm. "Of course... healing powers... I forgot..."
He looked into Harry's face. "But it makes no difference. In fact, I prefer it this way. Just you and me, Harry Potter... you and me..."
He raised the wand ...
Then, in a rush of wings, Fawkes had soared back overhead and something fell into Harry's lap - the diary.
For a split second, both Harry and Riddle, wand still raised, stared at it. Then, without thinking, without considering, as though he had meant to do it all along, Harry seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to him and plunged it straight into the heart of the book.
There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Harry's hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, fading, screaming and flailing and then-
He had gone. Harry's wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.
Shaking all over, Harry pulled himself up. His head was spinning as though he'd just traveled miles by Floo powder. Slowly, he gathered together his wand and the Sorting Hat, and, with a huge tug, retrieved the glittering sword from the roof of the basilisk's mouth.
Then came a faint moan from the end of the Chamber. Ginny was stirring.
Pain. That was all the memory of Tom Riddle Jr. felt when that Potter boy stabbed the diary. Thinking quickly, he transferred all of his stolen power back to Ginny, except for a bit of power. He was now merely a ghost. Maybe not even a ghost. Something less prominant. Riddle knew he was completely invisible now.
Potter made a mistake. He missed the heart of the book. He missed page 108. Page 108 was where he stored all his 'extra' power. He made sure no one wrote on that page. If they did, that stored power would go to them. If that page was damaged completly, then Tom Riddle would not exist.
Fortunately, that page was intact. Tom's first thought was to go back to Albania. But he quickly realized that was a long plan. No, he would go to Lucius Malfoy. Then, he could recover his body before Potter finished Hogwarts. He would also kill Ginevra Weasley. She was a total idiot. Besides Tom had a special reason to choose Ginevra. She was different... she could change everything...
Tom floated to Dumbledore's office. He was postive that Lucius would be there. As usual, he was right. Lucius was sneering at Dumbledore. Riddle floated outside and waited for Lucius to come outside. He quickly dissolved into his own thoughts.
Didn't Lucius have a boy? What was his name? Daniel? No... Drake? No... too muggle sounding... Draconis. Yes that was it. Draconis. He heard he also had special value. Maybe his body could be inhabited. He heard from a certain red headed Weasley, that he was good looking, but "not as much as Harry". That would suit his needs just fine...
12 year old Draco Malfoy was curious. He had been, ever since he came back to the Manor. As soon as he entered the vicinity of his home, his father had forbidden him from going into the dungeons. After asking for many weeks, Lucius told him that they had a special guest visiting who would stay there for a long time.
One day, curiousity got the best of him. He wanted to know who that guest was. So he waited until his mother and father went out for the day, leaving him under the care of house elves.
"Trinko, leave me alone until I call for you," Draco ordered the house elf once he was sure that his parents had left.
"Yes, young Master Malfoy," Trinko said in a squeaky voice, bowing low so that his ears almost touched the floor.
Draco tiptoed to the entrance of the dungeon, only to find it was locked. After thinking for a moment, he sighed. He took out his want and silenty muttered, "Alohomora,"
The door clicked and Draco smirked. Obviously his father didn't think to put a good locking spell on the door, evidently thinking that Draco wouldn't dream of disobeying him.
Guess you're wrong father
He silently creeped down the stairs and when he was on the third last step, he heard movement. Draco froze in his spot.
"Lucius?" A raspy voice croaked.
Draco didn't know what was wrong with the voice, but it sent shivers running down his spine.
"Lucius?" The raspy voice said a bit louder, demanding attention.
Draco dashed back up and locked the door firmly. Then he rushed to his room refusing to come out until his parents were home.
A/N: Well? For those of you who are reading this story for the first time, I started this fic a long time ago. I just had a few ideas that I had to insert so I am. Review please?