Simple Requests

Quirinus and Voldemort, just after Voldemort's possession of Quirinus. Written for the drabble prompt "Why should I worry?".


Have a little faith, Quirinus.

A half-hysterical giggle escaped me. "Why? You didn't, master. That's why we're...as we currently are."

Supreme confidence snapped like a whip. "Of the two of us, who is more worth having faith in?"

The redirection of my breath to the back of my head was more familiar now, but it still made me light-headed. I blinked hard, struggling to clear my vision. "I can't keep passing out like this."

"Then don't."

I sighed. "Master, it's called an involuntary nervous system response for a reason."

"My dear Quirinus, we specialize in the impossible. Make it voluntary."