Quirinus Quirrell

Searing pain, abandonment, then empty blackness. Quirinus woke on a cold hard floor, naked. He hated being cold, always had, hated being poor too, that had been the real reason he had went on that sabbatical, to try and find a way to riches.

Then he had met him, Lord Voldemort, of course he had not known it was him, at first, he was possessing the body of a muggle. The subtle courtship of his soul had begun then, riches and fame were promised and Quirinus had succumbed.

For a while he had possessed power, but for too brief a while, now as he endures eternity, cold, alone and forced to review his life over and over he grieves.

AN- A short one, have a bit of a writers block on my current fic and hoped reading SS again would help. It did, just not for that fic! LOL Quirrell just needed to have his eternity spoken of.