For Kamerreon's Rare Slash Pairing Alphabet Challenge
Pairing: Quirrell/Harry
Summary: They say you never forget your first love.
They say you never forget your first love.
And it's true. I still remember my first love. I was in first year and he had graduated. In fact, he was one of my teachers.
Professor Quirrell was my first love.
We knew it was wrong, but we didn't care. I loved him too much, and he loved me. We were in a happy relationship, but there was one thing off about our relationship that I never understood. We could never make skin contact. If we ever did touch, he would be wearing gloves. That meant no kissing. When I asked why, he said I was too young to understand.
Too young.
Well wasn't I 'too young' for him in the first place? I never got the chance to protest though, he had wrapped his arms tightly around me and pulled me into his lap.
"Shush now," He said "I will tell you eventually Harry, trust me"
"'Kay." I replied with a blush.
That was how we spent my detentions, curled on his couch in his chambers reading or talking, and that stupid turban was wrapped around his neck for 'secret reasons'. It pissed me off, but I didn't say anything.
And then came the day where I went to retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone. I was expecting to see Snape, but what I saw broke my heart. Quirrell was there glaring at me into the mirror.
"How does it work Potter? I see myself and the stone. But how do I get it!"
I still had not said anything. It was all just too much for me. Was everything a lie? "Use the boy" I heard someone say. Quirrell turned to me and motioned me closer with his index finger. "Get over here boy." I didn't move. His words hurt. He knew how I felt about being called boy yet he was using it against me.
"Fuck you" I said in a low whisper.
"What? I said get over here!"
"Why should I? Huh? Give me one good reason!" I waited for him to say something. But he didn't. Instead he started to unravel his turban. I sneered despite the niggling curiosity I felt at what lay underneath the fabric.
To say I was disgusted at what I saw was understatement. He had another person's face growing on his head under the turban! It made me sick. It also made my scar hurt.
"You feel it Harry don't you? The pain? It is my presence. You know who I am don't you Harry?"
"Voldemort." I breathed. But did that mean that the man I loved was being controlled by the man who killed my parents and put this scar on my head? I looked up into the mirror and saw that Voldemort was smirking in a way that said he knew what I saw thinking.
"Come here Harry."
"No"
"Come here Harry."
"NO!"
"GET HIM!" I never understood if it was coincidence or just plain suicide what happened next. Quirrell lunged forwards and grabbed my bare arms without his gloves. When his hands began turning to ash I had finally understood why we could never let our skin touch. And then I remembered that it didn't matter, Quirrell was being controlled by Voldemort. Without a second thought I ran to Quirrell and pressed my hands against his face. There I stood and watched as he fell to the ground and turned to dust.
They say that you never forget your first love.
I never forget because I killed my first love.