A/N: Thanks to those who are reading my story! I really appreciate it. I do not own Starkid or Harry Potter. Only Bree.

Chapter 2

Bree's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning and the first thought I had was 'where am I?' Then I remembered . I was at Professor Quirrel's house. I decided to get up and get dressed. I put on a t-shirt that said 'supermegafoxyawesomehot' on it, yellow jeans, blue converse shoes, and a rainbow headband. (A/n: I love her style.) I tried to decide on what color my hair should be. It was black when I looked at it. Stop feeling depressed! I thought. Professor Quirrel will notice! He knows what each hair color means! My hair color always changed with my moods. It was hard to lie if I had to. I finally decided to leave my hair blue as usual. I heard a knock at my door. "Bree?" Quirrel said. "Yeah?" I said. "Can I come in?" Quirrel asked. "Uh," I said. "Sure." Quirrel walked in. I plastered a fake smile on my face. Quirrel sighed. "Bree stop acting so happy. I know something is wrong." My face fell. "Y-you do?" I asked. Quirrel nodded and sat on the bed. "What happened? You said it had something to do with your parents last night." Parents… That was all it took. I started to cry. What? I'm crying? Stop it Bree stop it! You can't cry! You can't cry! "Yes you can…" I said. Quirrel pulled me down next to him and let me cry into his shoulder. "Ssshhh." he said. "It's okay, Bree." At that moment, Voldemort decided to walk in. "Quirrel what…Oh my Rowling." he said. He looked at Quirrel and said, "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything. She just broke down." "My parents are dead!" I said. "They were killed by vampires while we were in Albania! I escaped and then got caught by a werewolf that tried to kill me! Th-then-" "Oh my goodness Bree." Voldemort said. "That's awful." I took a deep breath and said, "I need help."

Voldemort's P.O.V

"I need help." Bree cried. Since when did I care about someone other than Quirrel? What's happening to me? "We'll help you." Quirrel said. "We will?" I said. Quirrel glared at me and said, "Yes! We will!" "Thank you. Both of you." Bree said. She sat up but she still looked upset and her face was streaked with tears. I was in shock but still asked, "What do you want for breakfast?" She shrugged. "I don't care. I'm not very picky." I looked at Quirrel. "Doesn't matter." he said. I nodded and went downstairs. Bree was really upset. That much I knew but I didn't know what she was upset about. I really didn't want her upset. Wait what? I thought. Since when did I care? What was happening to me? Why do I suddenly care so much? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

Quirrel's P.O.V I sighed as I stood up. "Bree…" I said, kneeling in front of her. "Why didn't you just tell us in the first place why you were here?" She shrugged. "Wait. Us?" she said. I nodded. "Voldemort and I." I said. "He cares?" she gasped. I laughed. "It may not seem like it but he does." She was shaking her head in wonder. "I didn't know Voldemort had the ability to care…" "He does. He just never shows it." Then I walked down stairs and Bree followed. This would be interesting…

Bree's P.O.V

Although I thought it was amazing that Voldemort had the ability to care it was still kind of worrying. Since when does the Dark Lord Voldemort care? I sat down at the table as Quirrel was setting it and Voldemort was finishing the cooking. "Whatever you're cooking smells good." I said. Voldemort chuckled. "It's just bacon and eggs." he said. "Well," I said. "I've been living off bugs and mushrooms in Albania." I said. "What did you drink?" Quirrel asked. "Water." I said. "From the rivers." Vodemort nodded as he sat down with me and Quirrel. "I know how you feel. It's disgusting isn't it?" "Mhm." I answered. It was silent for a minute which gave me time to think. I wanted Voldemort and Quirrel to take me in. I wasn't quite sure if they would. I wanted to ask them but what if they made me leave? What should I do? I was pulled out my thoughts by Quirrel who was saying my name. "Bree. Bree. Bree!" he said. "Huh?" I said. "I asked you a question." "Oh." I said. "What was it?" Quirrel took a deep breath and looked at Voldemort who nodded. "Do you want to be adopted?" I was in shock. "Wh-wh-what?" I stammered. "I said," Quirrel said. "do you want to be adopted?" "Yes." I whispered. "Yes, yes, yes." It was really happening. I was being adopted. By Voldemort and Quirrel. Oh my goodness what was Hogwarts going to think?