Quirrell didn't die. He didn't die at all.
Instead, he found himself more alive and yet, so lonely.
His heart yearned for him and he hugged his chest, trying to keep out of the cold as he walked towards his home. He limped painfully and he saw cuts and bruises down his leg, his clothes were ripped and the back of his head felt bare with out him attached to his soul.
Slowly he reached out for the doorknob on his front door and unlocked it and walked inside.
He coughed as he realized he hasn't cleaned it for a long time but there was an uneasy feeling and he felt someone was in his own home.
He gripped on his wand tightly and he slowly steadied his breathing and walked up the stairs, pausing every now and then.
He could definitely feel someone in his house and he hoped it wasn't a ministry person or someone from Hogwarts.
He paused for a moment outside his bedroom before he opened the door and to his surprise, a gasp escaped his mouth.
Voldemort was sat on the bed, reading one of the many books he had in the house and his heart leapt with joy.
"Y-Y-You!" He stammered. Not really sure what to say.
Voldemort looked up and his red eyes matched his brown ones.
"Of course it's me. Who did you expect? Dumbledore?"
Quirrell gave a light shrug. "Could've been. I-I-I thought you was dead. How?" He shook his head.
Voldemort rolled his eyes.
"Long story, tell you that another time. If you allow me that is…" Voldemort looked up hopefully at him.
He sighed.
"I don't know what to say. We failed in killing P-P-Potter again and I need to fully recover before we do anything else…"
There was a pregnant pause.
"So…I can't stay?" Voldemort looked sad.
"What? N-N-No! You can. Your welcome here. It's just that I need to earn your trust again."
Voldemort put the book down and stood up, facing Quirrell.
"Have you…have you come back? Come back to me?" Quirrell whispered hoarsely.
Voldemort rested his hand on his shoulders.
"I came home."
Quirrell looked at him and his heart soared with joy before cold lips matched his warm ones softly.
For the first time, he felt complete.