A/N: Okay, so this piece makes me sad because it`s so short. This was written for JPLE`s "Life Flashes Before Your Eyes" challenge, and the character is Quirrell. I honestly had a great idea for him and then it died, and this is what I got. So, I hope you guys like it...
Power. He had thirsted for it for a long time. Such a long time that he was almost convinced he would never find it. And then when he did... Well, he discovered that it was not all that he thought it would be. The Dark Lord did not take kindly to orders disobeyed, and even in this state he was in, he was formidable. He had been punished severely for failing to go about without raising suspicion, no matter that the one who was wary of him was one of the men who had been in the inner circle of Death Eaters at one point. The stutter and twitching eye had served their purpose for the most part, but to pull them off more accurately, he had had to constantly look pale and nervous, had to tremble, had to be able to faint at a moment`s notice. Oh, it had been terrible.
And now it was about to end.
His face burned horribly as Potter`s flesh met his own; he cried out as he felt the blisters rising and as his own agony was multiplied tenfold by having his master`s added to it. There was more touching and then the boy fell down, a fact he barely acknowledged through his haze of pain. He trembled, stumbling over a step, tried but failed to keep in the scream that left his lips as Voldemort left his body. He knew it would only be seconds before death came for him, and he was glad. This life was not the one he had wanted.