Chapter 14

"Sir, this is your lucky day." The real-estate agent said, handing paper work to his client, who was wearing a strange hat of sorts. "It's not every day that you get a house for this price with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a nice kitchen and living area. Now if you'd just sign this few things it'll all be yours." He told his client. The client signed the papers as the agent continued, "I trust your furniture will be delivered in no time sir?" he asked looking around in the empty house. The client gave him a friendly nod and handed him back the paper work.

The agent took it with a bright smile on his face and greeted his client "Good day sir, I hope you enjoy your stay in Centurion." He said. "Thank you, good bye." The client said, leading the agent outside and shook his hand before the agent got in the car and left.

Quirrell turned around and looked at the first house he bought, though he didn't sell the apartment in Diagon Alley since he wouldn't be able to use galleons anymore. He bought the house with the muggle money he inherited from his father who lived in South Africa after his father died. Though the money isn't worth much in other countries, it had to do and was enough for this house.

He stepped onto his front door's porch; Quirrell then took out his wand and waved it twice in the air. This didn't seem to leave any effect, but as soon as he opened the door the house was filled his own furniture. He tapped his wand to the door frame and muttered "Splittrificus", the door frame then adapted the slightest purple glow. Quirrell then walked through the door. He removed his famous turban and ran his fingers through his hair. He turned around to greet his company.

"You can come in. What do you think?" he asked spreading his arms wide. Voldemort rested against the doorframe, which the glow has worn off from, and examined the room. He nodded and smiled "Not bad at all. You know, with the money you could salvage from what you inherited from your father… not bad at all."

"How do you feel?" Quirrell asked Voldemort while Voldemort walked into the house. Voldemort stopped and gave Quirrell a confused expression. "I mean after the splitting process. I know this has probably been the sixth time we've used it, but it's the first spell I've created and I don't know if it has any glitches." Quirrell explained. "Well Quirrell, besides the fact that my whole bottom half feels like it is wearing off from a stunning spell, great!" he answered, starching out his back.

"Wow Quirrell, this spell really came in handy for the few times we have used it." Voldemort said, entering the house. "Yes! Seems all that sleepless nights figuring it out finally paid off, let's just hope we don't have to use it much, I really like not sharing my body, no offence." Quirrell said. "None taken." Voldemort replied quickly. Quirrell smiled at him and headed to the living room. He took out his wand and started doing what he did best, decorating the living room. Voldemort grinned and shook his head at Quirrell typical act and went to the kitchen.

When he opened the fridge he found that all the groceries were already packed in their places. This reminded Voldemort yet again what a marvellous wizard Quirrell was. Voldemort took two mugs from the cupboard and clicked the button on the kettle for the water to boil. The appliances were all very foreign to Voldemort, he wasn't used to electricity as is has no use in the Wizarding world, but since they lived like muggles they thought it wouldn't be too bad to have had the usual stuff; TV, Microwave oven, a telephone etc.

When the water was ready he poured it in the mugs and prepared coffee for himself and Quirrell. Voldemort smirked while he was pouring in Quirrell's milk and sugar, both of them had a sweet tooth, but Quirrell took three teaspoons while Voldemort only took one and a half. He stirred the mugs with magic while he walked to the living room just to find that Quirrell wasn't there. He assumed Quirrell went to his room.

The house was rather small, but comfy. If you walk through the front door you'll stand in a small foyer which lead to the living area on your left and the kitchen to your right. The living area also had a dining table in the one corner and in the other corner a door to a small hallway. Down the hallway the first door on your right was a bathroom and Quirrell's room, then a staircase which leads to Voldemort's room and another bathroom, and also leads to the attic which they now used as a study and store place for their Wizard objects.

They barely made themselves comfortable in their new rooms before Quirrell had to leave again. "I'll be back in a while." He said. "I just have to go back to Hogwarts to pick up a few things." He grabbed his coat and headed for the front door. Voldemort however stopped him in time. "A few things?" he asked eyeing Quirrell.

"Yes, strange isn't it? I hardly had anything there which I would have minded to take home, but Scarfy, the scarf of sexual preference, said he had a package for me." Quirrell told him. He Quirrell took his coat and headed was nearly out the door when Voldemort stopped him again. "Scarfy? Why would he want to give you something?"

Quirrell shrugged his shoulders. "Don't really know. We had a few chats in my school years, but I really… don't know." Quirrell then apperated from his house's foyer, leaving Voldemort with two mugs of coffee.

"What do you want? You have no business here anymore!" Filch waved his lantern at Quirrell in irritation. Quirrell raised his hands to the old squib. He just apperated to Hogwarts and he had expected this from whoever was guarding the gate that day. "Hey chill old fellow!" Quirrell directed to Filch, getting annoyed by the old man's ways, Filch never was nice to Quirrell in his Hogwarts years.

Filch snorted at Quirrell and practically spat at him "Well mister Quirrell you seriously had attitude change! From stuttering sissy to the arrogant demanding di—" "Excuse me sir! But I believe that kind of language isn't allowed on school grounds!" Quirrell interrupted Filch in the middle of his insulting sentence. Filch got really angry and charged at Quirrell.

"Yeah! Well so is harbouring a dark wizard on the back of your head!" He shouted at Quirrell. Quirrell clenched his fist in anger. Filch could insult Quirrell in any way he wanted, but if he brought Voldemort into it, then it just pisses Quirrell off. However Quirrell didn't come to Hogwarts to beat up the old janitor, all though he would maybe put that on the calendar for another time.

"Listen! I have no intention of setting foot in this castle ever again! I just came to retrieve a package which Scarfy left me here." Quirrell placed his fists in his pockets and stood a bit taller. Filch glared at Quirrell before turning to the little security house, minutes later he came back with a package in his hands. He shoved the package into Quirrell's arms and without another word Quirrell left.

Wow, that went faster than I thought it would Quirrell thought by himself as he looked back at Hogwarts, hopefully for the last time. He glanced to the side which showed a bit of the Forbidden Forest, smiled happily at how his life changed since he made that one choice, and apperated home.

Quirrell popped back into his foyer. He was busy studying the packaging when he heard faint swears from the living room. He walked into the room to find Voldemort having troubles with the telly. "You okay there tough guy?" Quirrell joked to Voldemort, who just gave him a tired look. "NO! Ugh! I can't get this thing to work! The manual said there's supposed to be a 'remote', you know, like a muggle wand!" Voldemort ranted.

Quirrell suddenly remembered the TV's packaging was still at the bottom of his wardrobe. "I think it might still be in the box. You wait here, I'll quickly get it." Quirrell, taking his package with him, quickly ran upstairs to get the remote. He came into his room and walked to his wardrobe. He swung opened the average sized wardrobe doors to reveal a giant walk in dressing room.

It wasn't exactly Narnia, but it was heaven to Quirrell!

"I love magic!" he said, a huge grin escaped his lips. He advanced towards the load of boxes in the corner, and you could blame it on dumb luck, the TV's box was at the bottom of the stack. Quirrell grunted and carefully moved the top boxes, without magic. He opened the TV box to find the bloody remote just lying in the bottom of the box. He reached down and took the remote.

Quirrell quickly stacked the boxes back in order, after making sure he hasn't forgotten anything else, and he then left the wardrobe to go back to the living room.

Though Quirrell left convinced he hadn't forgotten anything, he had accidently placed the package in one of the many boxes, and completely forgot about it.