Author: Lady CC Kagehoshi

Disclamer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. It belongs to JK Rowlings.

Summary: Quirrell Reflects.

I've decided to make this a series of one-shots. This might be wrong because its been a while since I've read the first book so I don't know if JKR gave Quirrell a first and last name. This is also a lot longer than the other one (four pages including my blathering) since not much about Quirrell is known. I'm happy right now. Take this however you like.

TeenTypist- Thank you for being the only person to review me. I'm glad you find this nice.

I was a brilliant star once. A bright star that gave light to others.

"Could you help me with my homework Cade?" Two bright brown eyes stared pleadingly at someone called Cade. "I have to turn this in to Professor Binns tomorrow and I'm not quite sure about my work."

Cade smiled easily at the boy who idolized him. "Sure. I know how boring Binns can be."

"Thank's Cade."

I was the best.

In an enormous room, a multitude of people were cheering. Fragmented conversations can be heard.

"...I'm so glad we've..."

"Yes, can you believe its been seven years since..."

Two people were talking, with and separate from the throng. One was a teenager, the other, an elderly woman in green robes.

"Congratulations Mr. Quirrell, you've graduated top of your class. Gryffindor is proud to have you."

Cade, his blushing obvious even with his tanned skin replied, "thanks Professor McGonagall."

But then, I made a mistake...

"Headmaster. I'd like to take a one year sabbatical. I feel, I ought to have some first hand experience in the field."

Blue eyes regarded him. "Very well Professor Quirrell. If you believe that you must."

"I do, Headmaster."

And made so many more.

A dark forest. Many creatures scurry about, rustling the leaves, but leaving an enclave which housed a lone snake. A young man with bleached hair stumbles inside it, panting.

"Where in Merlin's name did that cat go?" He mutters to himself, cursing loudly, foolishly, in the dark. The snake awakens and looks at him.

"A snake! What the..."

A black cloud condenses in front of the snake then enters the man's body. The man blacks out.

It took a while.

Pale skin, drenched with sweat. Someone screams.

"No! No! No!" An unending mantra as the pale male huddles into a ball, rocking himself slowly. "Nooo..."

But I finally lost.

"There is no good. No evil. Only power, and those who are afraid to use it."

Brown eyes, once full of life, were dull with death. Red eyes glinted with malice.

And so I returned. An abomination.

"Head-Headma-master. I'm back to tea-teach D-Defence."

I was myself, and not myself. Imprisoned within my own fear. And then I met him...

"P-P-Potter, c-can't t-tell you how p-please I am to meet you."

He was my salvation and my destruction.

"...Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin' ter meet yeh..."

I tried to... I tried to help. To stop myself.

A turbaned man mutters under his breath slowly. A broom in the sky jerks.

But I was too weak to. To show myself. To die by the hand of my master.

"B-b-but Severus, I-"

And so I did his will.

A silver key was grabbed by a hand.

I was his servant.

"I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."

I tried to spare him more pain. The pain and humiliation I felt because of my master.

"Master, you are not strong enough!"

But I was powerless again.

"SEIZE HIM!"

Then I saw what he could do.

Blistering fingers and howls of agony.

So I gave myself to him.

"Harry!"

And now, I, Cade Aster Quirrell, am finally free.

Cade Aster- from latin cado astrum meaning fallen star.