A/N: I will likely redo the story after a we chapters. I am writing from a really annoying tablet that keeps autocorrecting stupid things... so forgive me for my mistakes. I had my daughter read the story (she is 9) and she reviewed. I hope to keep her laughing at the silly stuff that happens, yet there will be serious stuffs too. Remember, I am not a writer. I am an overworked pharmacy tech, mother of 2, gardener, and wife to a disabled but wonderful man. I write for fun and to make my daughter laugh hysterically. The end good bye. ;) nah, I will stick around.

Chapter 2: what are we guarding?

After a night of torture, Quirrell thought back to when he was asked to help guard that darn thing, trying to figure out where things went wrong, what he could have done differently to make everything work in his favor, and maybe find a way out of his mess he made.

"Quirinus, I would like you to contribute to the maze of protective obstacles also," said Headmaster Dumbledore a few days before the start of term. "The more layers to a cake, the harder it is to eat the entire thing."

That got the anxious proffessor's attention. Cake? "M-m-me, sir? I know how to protect against dark magic and creatures, not making traps!" Professor Quirrell wanted to know what other protections were being given at the school to some sort of dangerous item or creature Dumbledore wanted to protect. For that matter, he wanted to know what they were protecting! But no one knew other than the stuck up bearded old kook and whoever asked to hide... whatever it is.

"Yes, you. I know you are highly capable to provide security for my good friend. He would not ask us to hide this item if he did not know I had some of the best minds at our school. I know the run in with those vampire clans in Europe damaged your confidence, but there is so much potential under that new turbin of yours," Dumbledore firmly stated.

Quirrell was worried. Professor Dumbledore walked off humming the school song and twiddling his hands, yet Quirrell thought he must know something, why else mention his turbin? Although, it was a new part of his wardrobe. He never wore some thing so silly before his last European trip where he found someone who would change his life and give him direction and power in life. People would run from him if he did not keep it on, but he 9 ny had to help find a solution to his master's problem before being able to claim his rightful place at the master's side - instead of being closer than he knew two minds could ever be.

This... thing that needed protection. It needed some thought. Why would someone want to protect anything at the school? Yes, Hogwarts had want charms against detection by muggles and travelling into the school from, well, anywhere else. But how could a place filled with kids and few teachers hide somehing? How safe could something be with a bunch of curious troublemakers and a handful of adults watching them actually be?

Quirrell sighed. He needed to know what the object was before he chose what to help guard it with. "Headmaster? Some items I could use may be interfered with by magical abilities of certain creatures, while other magical creatures may cause issues with the situation as well. What am I helping guard? I don't want to endanger it with whatever I give you for the wards." Quirinus Quirrell hoped beyond hope that Dumbledore would not see through him when he said all that. He knew that one wrong move and he would get chucked into Azkaban faster than you could say Quiddich. Although, he thought, that may be easier to deal with than the torture of the Dark Lord being with you, knowing your most intimate thoughts at all times.

"Not to worry my dear man!" Dumbledore laughed gently. "My friend Nicholas Flamel and I have made sure that nothing can affect the stone while it is here. He just needs to get away from it for awhile to think about life and what he wants to make of it right now. I offered to watch over it instead of letting it lie in a cold dark vault."

Quirrell's eyes lit up with that statement. "Stone? Y-y-y-y-you m-mean the sorcerers stone? We get to take care of it? Here? Can we see it? Can we... touch... it?" His eyes glazed over in thoughts about the most coveted item in the Wizarding world. Suddenly it came to him. The stone could be the saving grace to fix his situation. He didnt need gold, but the elixor would be invaluable to a certain someone he had had very close to hi for far too long. Wait. Vault? Where else are there vaults other than Gringotts?

Quirrell laughed joyfully. "Oh, um. That is brilliant, letting so many teachers with so many tablets protect the stone, I am honored to help. But how is it getting here?" Professor Quirrell didn't notice he had stopped stuttering. "I mean, we are doing a other to keep it safe here, is it being kept jse as safe now? What about transporting such a precious item?"

Dumbledore smiled at the younger man. "No need to worry, the safety of the object I question is being taken care of. No one will suspect anything. We just need to prepare a safe place for it to stay for the greater part of a year. It may also interest you that Harry Potter will be entering Hogwarts in jest a few more weeks as well, you may even run into him in Dragon Alley if you go. Tata."

Professor Quirrell was furious with himself. Not only did he screw up one possible grab for the stone before it reached the school, now he had Severus Snape watching his every move. He still didn't know how much Dumbledore knew of his predicament. Heck, he knew if he went to Dumbledore and told him what happened, Quirrell was positive Dumbledore would know how to fix everything and would not be mad even - just understanding.

But how could he face such a man and tell him he betrayed their world for the hopes of eternal glory and renown for helping the greatest dark wizard return to his glory and power again? Quirrell hoped his thoughts were quiet enough that Voldemor wouldn't find out of his doubts. He didnt want to give him more reasons to curse him. He was punished enough regularly as it was.

He groaned as he got up to spell another dead cow to travel to the dungeon where the other troll was. His sister only agreed to let him drag away her father if he fed him well. Quirrell sneered at the thought of his troll step-dad. After years of abuse, he at last put his step dad to good use: keeping out others that tried to get to the stone. He knew just how to knock the oaf out quicky. Quirrell grimaced as he thought about what to do next in the hopes of putting off more punishment from his master.

A/N 2... neat, another 200 words ish on this chapter! I think I am going to do most or all of Quirrell's scenes from the book from his perspective, and a few that are hinted at as well. It will take awhile, but it might just happen. Reviews would be helpful as this is my first writing in over a decade, and my first for he fun of it outside of little kid drabbles. Thank you! ~Buggy