Quirrell sat down, paying close attention to the time. He knew everyone would be watching Potter's first match and he was determined to make it his last. The only other professor that even had the slightest idea Quirrell had it out for Harry was Snape, the Potion's Master. Slowly, he got up from his seat and walked out to the quidditch pitch. There was several teachers and students already there in their places. As he walked by, he spotted a seat behind Severus and made his way towards him. Snape slightly smirked at him as he walked over.

"Make me proud, Quirrell. Don't screw this up." Voldemort muttered from under the turban on his head. Quirrell nodded, taking a seat behind Snape.

"Quininus," Severus faintly smiled, "Glad to see you made it. I was beginning to think you weren't going to turn up." Snape had a small glint in his eyes as he narrowed them, hinting that he's got an eye on him. The air between them got a bit awkward as everyone started to glare at them.

"Ahaha, y-yeah. Well, I ju-just figured-" Quirrell was cut off by the sound of the announcer, "N-Nevermind." He shut up and sat back, watching the game. After a few points were added to both teams, Quirrell started muttering a jinxing curse under his breath. Potter's Nimbus 2000 bucked, spun, rolled, vibrated, and thrashed around in the air within a matter of seconds. Snape obviously realized something was on and glared furiously at him before countering it with another. Quinius watched as Potter held on for dear life. It's sad that his new broomstick has to be going to waste, Quirrell thought, Just a bit longer...

That's when a small flicker took his eye contact as Severus' cloak was on fire. Quirrell instantly tapped Snape's shoulder, "Y-you're on f-fire, S-Sev!" At first, Severus raised an eyebrow, but then he realized he really was and started stomping the fire down. A few screams of shock from the surrounding people pierced his ears.

Once the fire was out, Snape turned to Quirinus, "Thanks... Quirrell..." He frowned and looked up, flicking the hair out of his face.

"Anytime, sir." He said without stuttering for once. Quirrell heard Voldemort cursing and sighed. He loved Severus, he really did, but Voldemort would certainly kill him if he changed his mind about allowing Voldemort to merge with him. Oh what he wouldn't give to earn Snape's trust back. Last year at Hogwarts and even back from when they were in school they were basically as close as you could get, however, whatever they had back then is gone now. Severus is on to him about the Sorcerer's Stone, You-Know-Who, and killing Harry. He's the only professor who's smart enough to see what's happening. Damn him and his interest in the Dark Arts. If I didn't know any better I'd say he's planning to get a hold of my job, He said in his head, talking to his master.

Voldemort whispered in a raspy voice, "Ahhh, yes. It's fine, Quirrell. We'll get our chance to kill the boy." Quirinus wouldn't dare disagree with the Dark Lord himself, so he just stayed quiet. Just as he went to turn his full attention back to the Quidditch game, Harry fell off his broom and looked like he was going to be sick. In a moment, he spat out something gold and shiny.

"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for Gryffindor!"

Quirrell looked at Snape to see him in shock. He stood up just as Severus did, eyeing him for a moment before scrambling down the steps. Of course, Snape chased after him, "Get. Back. Here! I mean it, Quirrell!"

He made a break for it, running as quickly as he could until he tripped and fell. Thankfully, his turban stayed intact, "S-Severus, w-wait!" Quirrell covered his face, scared to death of him.

Grow a pair, Quirinus! C'Mon, I'm scarier than him! Voldemort sneered.

"I'm done, Quirrell. I should report you right this instant, you traitor!"

"S-Severus, pl-please. I d-don't w-want to d-do th-this!"

"Silence. I know what you're plotting and I don't like it. One more chance-"

"B-But-" Quirrell removed his hands from his eyes and stared up in complete terror.

"One more chance!" Snape threatened. He turned on the balls of his feet and walked off, stiffly.

Author's Note: Heya, let me know if I should continue. :3 Thanks for reading! :D