Author Notes: No owny Harry Potter. Love to hear reviews.

"TADA!" Exclaimed Lynn, motioning over at the house with a wide grin. She grasped onto Quirrell's arm. "So what do you think?"

Quirrell glanced over at the girl on his arm and then back at the large home in awe.

"It's not much, but welcome to Tannearius Manor. A small bit of my inheritance." Rose wandered up to the front steps. "Me casa es su casa, or whatever the hell they say in Germany..."

"Whoa, this is way better than your house, Qui-" Voldemort froze, "Hey, where are my presents? Did we leave them all the fucking way in England? Damn!"

Voldemort slid down into the pit of despair. Rose sighed sympathetically.

"Accio birthday shit." Rose held up her hand and caught the stuff out of the air.

"Oh, I could've done that..." Voldemort took the presents.

"Don't mention it." Rose unlocked the door. "Here we are."

Quirrell was tugged inside by Lynn who had somehow managed to get a hold of his hand as she began pulling him up the stairs and inside the house. He blushed when she spun around to face him, almost bumping into him while she turned around. Was she actually hitting on him?

Having being single most of his life, he wasn't sure for certain. And he didn't want to presume so if she actually actually that way with anyone. She did fly through a window earlier. Quirrell was so lost in his own mind that he didn't see Lynn hiding her pleased smile as she took a step back to look over at Rose and Voldemort whom were just getting inside.

"What are you doing, Lynn? You're going to wrench his arm out of it's socket. And wipe your shoes." Rose closed the door. Voldemort whistled as he looked around the huge interior.

"Wow, this place is huge. It's all yours?" Voldemort grinned as Rose nodded.

"Yep, this is Rose's. My house is up the road a bit, but I spend more time here then there." said Lynn as she quickly removed her shoes, and magically hovered them over to a small welcome mat. Her shoes began to wipe themselves on the mat. A sly, almost embarrassed grin crossed her face. "I tend to make big explosions with experimental potions and whatnot... But, but! It's mostly when my mum comes over that I do that to just get her out the door faster." She rolled her eyes. "I don't quite care for angry me or annoyed me when she is around. I much rather the me-me."

Quirrel studied the girl, saying. "So there are other sides to you then, hyper and rather rash? I'm surprised you weren't sorted into Gryffendor."

"I-" Lynn said pointing herself, "Wouldn't belong there. I have much more traits to that of the Hufflepuff house. Like being kind and loyal- yeah..."

"Right, and my whole family was in Slytherin, so it made sense for me to be put in there, besides, the Gryfindors annoyed the hell out of me." Rose slid out of her travel cloak and held out a hand for the others' cloaks.

"Whole family you say?" Voldemort handed her his own cloak and wandered farther into the foyer.

"Yes, all eight of them. I'm the youngest of seven children."

"Seven?" Quirrell said as he looked at a mirror that didn't show a reflection, but it did show a sunny meadow that unicorns frolicked about in. "That's a lucky number."

"Yes, and luck would have it that I'm the only one still around." Rose stashed the robes in a closet that hung the robes up itself.

"How'd that happen?" Quirrell poked the mirror.

"Well, Hodrous tried to tame trolls, Kysis fell asleep in a cupboard and it transported him somewhere unknown, Barin was mauled by a thestral (which incidentally is why I can see them now), Minatte married a centaur and we haven't seen her since, and the twins, Siluliah and Tiluliah, went off in search of a cure for the common cold and since they haven't shown up, I'd say their still looking."

"So, they aren't necessarily dead." Voldemort leaned on a chair, which got up and walked away.

"No, but just about." Rose started to walk to the end of the foyer and pushed open the door. "This is the kitchen, oh, watch out for pixies."

"They tend to bite." Lynn said, matter-of-factly, as her shoes floated back her way. She put them back on her feet and nodded over towards the stairs. "Upstairs be the bedrooms..."

Is she, inferring what I think she's inferring? Quirrell felt his cheeks heat up and Lynn giggled.

"Lynn, why don't you give them a tour while I see about some food? I'm sure you'll enjoy showing off our stuff." Rose disappeared into the kitchen, which exploded with high-pitched squeals and fizzing. (No, she is not cooking the pixies 8D)

"Oh, oh, follow me then," grinned Lynn, walking towards a door to her right. "Follow me!" she said excitedly waving them in. It was a dinning room with random nick-knacks and moving photographs. A small cackling fireplace stood behind her.

Lynn turned her attention on the two boys. "This is the dining room and that way-" She jabbed her finger to the only other door in the room, besides the one they had just all entered, where they could still hear squealing, "-leads to the kitchen."

"Very nice." Voldemort picked up a whistling sock and started to examine it before it disappeared. "This house is odd..."

"Ah, but that is the beauty of it." Lynn replied. "And we haven't even gotten to the fun stuff yet." She motioned for the door. "So if you guys want we can move over towards the living room. There are more fun findings over there."

Lynn slipped passed, Quirrell whom was quietly looking at the photos, and held open the door for the guys. She smiled brightly nodding over to a door in the opposite end of the hallway. She walked over opening it to an room that held plush couches and a warm fireplace. There was two bookshelves near the door. In the bookshelves there weren't many books at all, maybe a few old dusty textbooks, but there were strange silver instruments that played different pitches to the same song, creating a harmony of music that was actually quite pleasant. In the corner by one of the overstuffed chairs was a large grey owl that appeared to be snoozing, or dead; it was hard to tell.

"Well, this is cozy." Voldemort leaning forward to poke the owl, which ruffled it's feathers and peered irritably at him. "Could've sworn that was just clever taxidermy..."

Lynn laughed. "No, he's real."

Quirrell looked around. "I agree. it is very cozy. But you don't seem to have many books."

"Oh, those are all in the library." Lynn beamed.

"You have a library?" Quirrell asked, looking over at Lynn and she nodded.

"Yes, Rose and I have so many books, that we had to dedicate an entire room to reading. Come on! I have to show you that next." She grabbed his arm, pulling Quirrell (whom yelped loudly for Voldemort to help him, who just smiled and followed them) out of the room.

A door, that Quirrell could have swore hadn't been there before, laid out next to the door to the dining room. Lynn dragged him over and opened the door wide, so that both boys could see a large room overflowing with books of many sizes and colors.

In a corner stood a few comfortable chairs, next to a corner table (having a few books on it) with a light on it. There was a desk that had some parchment flowing on the dark wood and a pair of knitting needles making a sweater on the chair.

"Amazing isn't it?" Lynn asked, her brown eyes sparkling as she twirled inside the room.

"Yeah, there's so many books, I didn't know anyone read this much, besides Quirrell." Voldemort picked up a book marked Things to Find!: A Hufflepuff's Biography.

"So many books." Quirrell whispered touching some of the nearby shelves. "I am very impressed. But how do you find anything?"

"Oh, oh, you use this." She said rushing over to the parchment and rustled through that. She picked up a small cube and tossed it over at him.

"What do you do?"

"Just say the book you are looking for. Well I suppose you could do that with a summoning charm, but with that, you can tell it a phrase from the book, a certain author, a certain title, color of the book, number of pages it has, genre, or anything you can think of related to the book in question. Or if you don't know what you are looking for it can help you find something."

"That's amazing." grinned Quirrell.

"Thanks, I made it myself." Lynn said, looking pleased. "It can find stuff besides books too but Rose tells me to keep it in this room lest I lose it."

"Yes, I can see how that would be a concern..." Voldemort picked up another book called Plotting For Dummies.

"Well it is one of a kind," Lynn said when Quirrell handed back the cube to her. She played with it in her hands a smile crossing her face as she spoke. "And it can find anything. Horcruxes, magical creatures, any item or thing really..."

"Say, wha?" Voldemort dropped the book and stared at her.

"It can find Horcuxes?" Lynn said tilting her head as she put back the grey cube on her desk and looked over at Voldemort. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Well, yeah! What if Potter had something like that? No wonder he found my Horcruxes so quickly!" Voldemort smacked his forehead.

"More like him being a horcrux helped him zone in on them," Lynn said softly.

"He was a horcrux? That would explain a bit..." Voldemort rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm...funny he wasn't as good looking as me."

"At least that is all behind you. Right, Voldemort?" Quirrell said glancing nervously over at Voldemort.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, yes Quirrell. That's all behind me now." Voldemort patted Quirrell on the shoulder reassuringly. "Just musing over past events...that's all. Okay?"

"Okay, just making sure." Quirrell smiled, before looking over at Lynn who was shifting her weight from one foot to another. "Shall we continue the tour?"

"Oh, yes." Lynn said, "To the bedrooms! Away!"

"HEY! YOU GUYS HUNGRY?" Rose's voice echoed from the kitchen, somehow.

"YEAH!" Lynn squealed back.

"How'd she do that?" Voldemort asked Quirrell.

"Oh, I can answer that." Lynn said, walking over to the wall and pushing on it, revealing a small window that showed the kitchen area with Rose rummaging through the cabinets. "Tada!"

Lynn backed away from the window so as the boys could take a look and smiled to herself. "In any case I say the tour will be on hold cause I am pretty hungry. What about you two?"

"I suppose I am a little peckish." Voldemort walked over to inspect the window by putting his head through it."Whatta 'bout you, Quirrell?"

"I am a bit." said Quirrell gesturing towards the door. "Shall we go eat then?"

"Good, I had the pixies working overtime. We'll eat in the living room, since the dining room is overrun with whistling socks at the moment. Lynn, make sure you shut the window, don't want my pixies getting away." Rose bustled about loading trays with sandwiches and pitchers and goblets.

"The pixies do the housework? Curiouser and curiouser..." Voldemort made for the door.

"Got the window," Lynn declared shutting it. She followed Voldemort and Quirrell out the door and made the way to the living room with the boys. She was humming to herself as she waited for Rose when they entered the room, plopping herself on one of the chairs with an amused grin.

"I have cucumber and tuna sandwiches and some Pumpkin Juice, imported from England, unless you'd prefer some Mead, which I also have here." Rose passed around the plates and goblets. "In answering your question yes, the pixies do most of the work, but only in the kitchen. I trained them to cook and wash dishes, they do have a tendency to be unruly though."

"I see," Voldemort took a cucumber sandwich and poured himself some mead.

Lynn grabbed a sandwich and began munching on it quietly. Quirrell took a seat next to her and poured himself some Pumpkin Juice.

"This is a very, er, unusual house you have here." Voldemort took a bite of his sandwich. "I can only imagine what it was like with nine people occupying it."

"You'd think so wouldn't you? Actually quite the opposite, my family was more of a scholarly bunch. We spent our time inventing new curses and thing like that." Rose sipped her mead. "We also enjoyed travel, it was rare for all nine of us to be in the house at the same time."

"So what about yourself?" asked Quirrell, turning to Lynn.

"Oh, not much. Brother is away working with Dragons and sister is still at Hogwarts, and is the best Ravenclaw Chaser." Lynn said shrugging. "Mum pesters me. Pops is along for the ride."

"Reasons why she's here instead of there." murmured Rose.

"Exactly." said Lynn raising her drink slightly.

"You know, you told us about your siblings, but what about your parents?" Voldemort looked over his fourth sandwich at Rose.

Rose set her goblet down, stood up, and left muttering something about going to the bathroom.

"You had to go down that route, did you?" Lynn murmured.

"What? I just asked a question." Voldemort stared puzzled at the door."I figured since we were revealing my big secrets all morning, I could ask a simple question...so, what happened to them?"

Lynn shrugged. "Not sure. I just know not to ask." She glanced over at the door. "You may want to go check on her... in any case."

Voldemort sighed and set down his sandwich. "Alright, where is the bathroom?"

"Up the stairs, first door to your left."

"Right, thanks. I'll be back, soon, I hope." Voldemort stood up and went out the door."You'll be alright, Quirrell?"

"I'll be fine." Quirrell replied.

"Yeah, he's in perfectly capable hands." Lynn said, nodding.

Voldemort walked cautiously up the stairs, he had seen enough of this house to know not to rush around, he found the only door on the floor that was locked with magic, so he assumed it was the bathroom. He knocked tentatively. "Rose?"

"Voldemort, get away from that door." came a muffled voice from beyond the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that was such a touchy subject."

"Go the hell away."

"Come on, Rose...I just want to talk. Hm?" Voldemort leaned on the door jamb.

"..." There was a soft thump on the other side of the door, Rose was sitting on the floor, now.

"What happened to them?" Voldemort slid down to the floor too, listening intently.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, then don't. Just come out, okay?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because now I look like an emotional wreck, which is incredibly embarrassing."

"I'm sure no one will say nothing."

"That's a double negative, that means someone will say something."

"Ugh, Rose you know what I meant. Now, come out of there."

"...Is that an order, my Lord?"

Voldemort sighed and rubbed his temples. "Yes, for all intended purposes, that was an order."

The magic lock disappeared and the door slowly opened. Rose stood there, hair ruffled and red-eyed. "There, I'm out, ya happy?" She glared up at him while frantically rubbing her cheeks on her sleeve.

Voldemort stared at her. "Um, well not happy in the sense of making you cry, but..."

"I'm not crying! There's dust everywhere, damn house elves, not good for-"

Rose's eyes widened as Voldemort wrapped his arms around her gently.

"It's okay, I understand." He said softly, smoothing down her hair.

Rose went rigid for a moment, ready to shove him off, but then she felt herself melting. Voldemort held her for a while longer, then he pulled back, "Now why don't we go make sure that Quirrell's still breathing, eh?"

"R-Right." Rose followed Voldemort, bewildered by what just transpired.

Meanwhile back in the living, we shall take a time warp to find out what happened in the five minutes that passed since Voldemort left the room!

Quirrell glanced over at the door and then turned back towards Lynn who was finishing off her sandwich.

"So..."

"Tell me about yourself." Lynn asked leaning forward.

"Well, I was in Ravenclaw. I took a year off being a teacher to travel the world and wound up with the Dark Lord attached my soul- and the back of my head-" Quirrell said tapping his chin as Lynn leaned absorbed with everything he was telling her. "I came back to teach at Hogwarts. Taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and have been spending my recent days with Voldemort."

"That sounds pretty cool." Lynn said smiling.

"How long have you and Rose been friends?"

"A long time." Lynn laughed, her eyes suddenly growing curious. She moved closer to him. "So, do you got a girlfriend?"

Quirrell blushed. "Um, no."

"Pity." Lynn said with a slight purr in her voice. "You are such a nice catch."

Quirrell felt his cheeks grow hotter. "Yeah?"

"Yeah..." she said, tracing his chest with her fingers. "And to be honest, I wouldn't mind changing that."

Quirrell's eyes grew wide as she began to nuzzle into his neck. He stuttered over his words, "O-oh really."

"Mhm... I like you, Quirrell."

"W-why is th-that?"

"I dunno, but I'd really like to get to know you better, if you wanted to that is." Lynn said with a smirk crossing her face before her expression grew more serious, as she pulled away to study him. Her brown eyes almost depth-less as she spoke truthfully, "If not I'll back off."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, I might have some slight quirks but I'm not going to force a guy to like me if there is no returned love. Not ever again. It's stupid and I'd just get hurt at every turn."

Quirrell looked over at her. He was tempted to ask what exactly happened, but instead turned towards a less touchy subject, asking. "How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Two... -," Lynn stopped noticing her voice becoming a jumble of words. She cleared her throat, " And I just want you to know how I feel. I've just lost potential boyfriends and odd enough a boyfriend because I didn't let them know how I felt. That or, if they did know, I didn't express it enough so they went to others whom could offer them more than I."

"That's horrible!" Quirrell said but Lynn didn't seem to notice as she studied her hands. And after a moment of silence, Lynn said in a hurried whisper. "And I really like you, Quirinus. I'd hate to lose a guy like you."

"But you barely know me."

"Yes, that is true, but from what I've seen you are someone I could... I don't know. But, Quirinus, I just want you to be aware of my intentions." Lynn said, rubbing her arm as she spoke. "My apologize for coming on too strong; I just haven't felt this way for someone before."

Quirrell couldn't help but chuckle. "Strong would be an understatement. You were close to molesting me."

Lynn lowered her head slightly and she bit her lip. Her voice was barely heard by Quirrell as she murmured back, "My apologies."

"It is quite alright." Quirrell said, quickly. "And Lynn."

Lynn looked up, and he noticed tears in her eyes, "Yes?"

"I wouldn't mind getting to know you better either." Quirrell said brushing away the forming tears. He wondered what he may have said to upset her, but his mind grew blank. He studied her face, smiling comfortingly. The female smiled back and he let his hand slide back onto his lap.

"I'd like that," Lynn said softly. "A lot actually."

"Good," Quirrell replied leaning back into the couch. "And Lynn."

"Yes?"

"You don't have to try hard. Just be yourself. It's only me."

"Okay," She said nestling into his shoulder. "And Quirrell... thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I see how Voldemort changed so much from when he first started his reign." Lynn said. "It was because of you."

Quirrell opened his mouth to speak when the door opened up and the pair of them turned their attention to the door.

"Well, well, well, what seems to be going on here?" Voldemort put his hands on his hips and smirked slyly at the pair, who hastily sat up. "Great googly moogly, Quirinius, next time I'll leave a chaperon, you rascal."

"What the devil is going on in here?" Rose peeked around Voldemort. "Lynn, will you please control yourself, he isn't a plaything."

Quirrell blushed and started to hastily smooth out his shirt, Lynn muttered, bitterly, "I am perfectly in controlling of myself."

The older girl looked up her emotions changing from bitter and rather uncomfortable to curiousity and playful within seconds as she looked over at the two by the door (and though she had no idea what had conspired between the other two, but just wanted to poke a bit of fun) wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she smiled slyly, "And what happened with you two? I'd love to find out."

"Nothing." Rose sauntered casually to her chair and continued to drink, though with more gusto this time, her mead. "What were you two up to?"

"Just chatting." replied Lynn pouring herself some Pumpkin Juice and sipped it casually.