Almost Killed by a Pillow

It was exactly 2:00 p.m. at Hogwarts castle. It was as silent as a tomb, almost every person sound asleep. Including Professor Quirrell and his master Lord Voldemort.

They had decided that Quirrell would lay on his side, so Voldemort wouldn't have to suffocate in the pillow all night. And that's exactly how he lay tonight, on his side.

Except, Quirrell now accidentally rolled over onto his back. So Voldemort's face was squished in the fluffy pillow.

"Quirrell!" He tried to yell, but it came out muffled. Quirrell snored in response.

"Oi! Quirrell!" Voldie yelled again, execpt louder. The professor did nothing but lay still.

Voldemort was frustrated. He could hardly breathe! He screamed, at the top of his lungs, "QUIRRELL! IF YOU DON'T MOVE I'LL MAKE THAT FART NOISE AGAIN AND YOU'LL BE BLAMED FOR IT!"

Quirrell awoke, startled by the sound. He sat up, looking around. "Who said that?" He asked, pulling his wand out from under his pillow.

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "Me, you big idiot." He said.

"Oh! Sorry, my lord. What is it that you want?" Quirrell asked, situating his nightcap and putting his wand back.

"Hmmm, let me think..." The Dark Lord said sarcastically. "Oh yeah. You rolled over! We vowed never to do that!"

"I did?" The other wizard asked, "Oh my, I'm terribly sorry, my lord!"

"You better be! I could've suffocated to death! Wouldn't that be nice? Having every single headline read: 'Dark Lord Dies by Pillow'? No!"

"I said I was sor-"

"I don't care, Quirrell! You almost killed me! Does that not go through your pathertic mind?"

Quirrell gasped, hurt. His bottom lip began to quiver. He then buried his face in the palms of his hands and began to cry.

"Oh, Quirrell. Man up and-" Voldemort began to say, but was cut off by his slave's bawling. "Quirrell...c'mon the other professor are gonna hear and-" But Quirrell still sobbed and blew his nose into his sheets.

"I'm a failure in life!" He wailed. Voldemort sighed, wishing his could silence him with the Killing Curse. "I failed at s-serving you, my lord! I failed at betting who was going to win the Quidditch match last week against Professor Sprout! And-and-" He stopped to weep again.

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "How can I expect you to rule the world with me if you cry at every insult?" He asked. Quirrell stopped for a moment as he listened to his master. "I mean, for Merlin's sake! You're carrying the Dark Lord on the back of your head!"

Quirrell nodded slowly. "You're-" He sniffed, "You're right! Others should be trembling in my presence!"

"Yeah! There ya go, Quirrell! Be the Dark Wizard you were suppose to be!" Voldie encouraged.

"YEAH!" Quirrell pumped his fist in the air as he stood on his bed.

Well, he must of said it rather loud, because then Professor McGonagall yelled from down the hall, "SHUT UP! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"

Quirrell blushed and lowered himself onto the bed. "Don't worry, Quirrell." Voldemort said as the other wizard began to lay on his side, "When I'm in full power, we'll be telling her to shut up!"

"Yeah!" The professor said with a large yawn, "G'night, my lord..."

"Good night, Quirrell." He said back, "And have sweet dreams about world domination..."

A/N: Another chapter done! Please review and thanks for reading!

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