A/N: This fic is for the Going, Going, Gone! Challenge for the prompt pairing: Quirrel/Voldemort, and for the Insane House challenge prompt Quirrell. It's 241 words.
Quirinus Quirrell knew that it was wrong to feel the way he did, but he couldn't help himself.
Before he had left Britain, Quirinus, like the majority of the wizarding world thought that Lord Voldemort was dark and evil, but from the moment his shadow possessed him all he had felt was admiration. Admiration that he had the power and determination to fight for what he wanted. The power his master wielded was seductive and he had fallen hook, line, and sinker.
He hoped that the plan Lord Voldemort had come up with to steal the Philosopher's Stone would work as Quirinus would be able to look upon his master's face. At the moment there it was extremely awkward as he had to be in a room with mirrors on each wall and even then Quirinus could not could not see Him properly.
If the plan did come to pass though, they would not be living in such close quarters and that saddened him. It was nice to have someone to talk to and share everything with.
Would he still have time to listen to to me when he comes back? he thought. I hope he does. I would be very lonely without him.
"Quirinus," his master said, "It's time to go after the stone."
"Yes, master. I will send Dumbledore the letter now," he said obediently.
Their relationship was an odd one and Quirinus looked forward to it carrying on.