Disclaimer: Harry Potter's rights? I'm afraid they're not mine.

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AN: Fourth Voldemort/Quirrel fanfic on Fanfiction! …kinda must mean we're very few fans and this pair sucks. WHICH is a lie, cuz if you saw A Very Potter Musical you know how great it is, so just go to Youtube and watch it! :D

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You probably – well, most likely – know what happened to me. Better, you think you know, at least my last year. But you don't. Only two people know about it and I'm one of them. The other… let's just say it isn't something he would like to spread.

Don't worry, I won't tell you my life story. That's too boring anyways.

At the time this… 'story' starts, I had just go the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher job. It was great, even with the curse, because I loved the Dark Arts and after teaching about them for so many year, I kind f got a thing against muggles. And to say the truth, I had bad experiences with them in the past.

To help me with the new position I had at Hogwarts, I went to Albania on summer holidays, before the term started. And that was when I met him.

You're probably wondering who I am, or you already guessed, but either way I'm just going to say it: I'm Quirinus Quirrel and yes, my parents had zero creativity for my name.

So you know who 'he' is and what happened next: yes, he was Tom Riddle, most commonly known as Voldemort and I attached my soul to his.

'Yeah, you got a Dark Lord on the back of your head, big deal', you may be thinking. But it was more than that.

He wasn't just on my head, he was in it.

When our souls attached, a … bound was created, our souls were connected almost as if they were only one. Suddenly I knew everything about him, like no one else would ever know, and he knew me in the same way.

And I understood him.

Why he hated muggles, had no friends, how he was most likely going to kill me after getting a new and own body.

As the months passed I got used to his company and then enjoying it. I was never alone, and neither was he.

He was more than a friend, than a Lord, to me. HE was everything… I could no longer imagine my life without him. And I knew how he felt about me too, even if he denied it.

Sometimes he was harsh. Mostly because of Snape, a traitor that wouldn't leave me alone and kept protecting the young Harry Potter. What would the boy do if he found out that that particularly teacher was the cause of death of his parents?

Then that day came.

I knew that getting the Philosopher's Stone or not I still had a probability of dying, but also a chance to live. That doubt was on the Dark Lord's mind too.

"I-I love you." I told him before we entered in the Forbidden Hall. I knew he already knew, but I wanted to tell him anyway. He had never heard it from anyone before.

People say that Tom was a man with no feelings, no heart. But that wasn't true. His soul could soon leave my body, but my heart would always be with him.

He didn't say a thing, or answered at all. He didn't have to. I knew.

That was the day I died for him.

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Voldemort looked to his hands.

He had his Death Eaters back, gain control of the Ministry, Dumbledore was dead and he had his own body.

But he felt empty in it. He hadn't a real human body since… since Quirrel and that emptiness filed him since then. He though it was because he had no body but, staring at his long fingers, he knew he had been wrong.

He was just still trying to deny he missed Quirrel.

But he knew.

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It took me so looong before I was able to write a Voldy/Quirrel fanfic. I didn't know what to write without copying from A Very Potter Musical but last night it just came to my head this.

Really small, NOT going to continue it and it's probably the only V/Q fanfic I'll ever write. …it's hard, okay?

Besides the smallest fic I ever wrote it's also the one with fewer lines. Weird, isn't it? xD