A/N: I'm new to fan fiction and this is my first story I'm going to upload so please be nice. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed. This story was inspired by MirandaTam42. It was not stolen! I don't own Starkid or Harry Potter. However I do own Bree. On with the story!

Chapter 1 Bree

Quirrel was peacefully asleep in his room in the house he and Voldemort shared when he felt someone shaking him. "Quirrel wake up!" the someone said. Quirrel groaned and rolled over to face Voldemort. Quirrel mumbled something unintelligible that sounded like "I didn't want to wake up." "I know." Voldemort said. "But you have to get up. Someone is downstairs and they asked to see you."

Voldemort's P.O.V

I walked back downstairs after waking Quirrel up and sat in front of the girl that had asked for Quirrel. Her name was Bree Faith-Elizabeth Manson. As far as I knew she was a sixteen year old Ravenclaw student and metamorphamagus. At the moment her hair was dark blue and she had bright green eyes. Yes, BRIGHT green eyes. She was wearing a neon purple shirt, blue hoodie, turqouise pants, yellow converse shoes, and had yellow sunglasses on her head. "What's up with your outfit?" I asked. She shrugged and said, "What's up with yours?" She laughed as her hair turned purple. I wondered how in the world an…odd?…girl could know Quirrel. At that moment Quirrel came downstairs and Bree suddenly started , waving excitedly and said "Hi Professor Quirrel!" Quirrel looked shocked and said, "Bree?" "Yepperdoodles!" I couldn't take it. "Who is she?" I said turning to Quirrel. Bree's hair was not red and orange. She looked totally confused. "He doesn't know?" she whispered looking at Quirrel. "Voldemort.." Quirrel said. "I should've told you sooner…Bree here is actually one of the students I taught at Hogwarts and later I found out that we kinda had a different relationship. Bree is more than a student…I treat her like family." I was in shock. "Family?" I asked. Bree nodded. "Mhm." I looked back at Quirrel. "Well that's fine Quirrel but what is she here for?" "No clue." Quirrel answered. " Well it's probably something unnatural." Besides her constantly changing hair and strange clothes? I thought. "Well," Bree started uncomfortably. "Bree" Quirrel interrupted. "Do you want to tell us right now? You can wait." Bree nodded. "I would like to wait. It just has something to do with my parents and I need a place to stay for a while." That's fine." Quirrel said. "Wait a minute!" I said. "You're just letting her stay?" Quirrel stared at me and said,"Yeah like I said she is like family."

Bree's P.O.V

Family, family, family….Family? What family? Mine's dead. Dead, dead, dead. The word echoed in my head. I wanted to cry! NO don't cry, don't cry, don't cry! My mind told me. Yeah my mind tells me things. Sometimes I think my mind is my only friend…well it's possible. I don't have many friends."You can stay." I heard Quirrel say, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Thank you!" I said, acting all happy again. "What room can I take?" I asked. Upstairs to the right." Quirrel said. "Thanks.' I said and I ran up the stairs. What now, what now, what now?

Voldemort P.O.V

Quirrel smirked at me. "What?" I asked. Bree was pureblood wasn't she? I could help her. "You're helping a half-blood." Quirrel said. "Oh..well wait. What?" I was helping a HALF-BLOOD? Me, Lord Voldemort, was helping a half-blood? I sighed. "Well…as long as she doesn't cause trouble I'm fine. Quirrel smiled. "She won't despite the odd appearance she's a good kid." I hoped he was right. "Anything else I should know about her?" Quirrel thought for a minute. "Oh yeah! She's an empath!" I groaned and put my head in my hands. Knowing Bree was going to be hard.