OK, so, after watching "A Very Potter Musical" for about the umpteenth time, I was hit by a bolt of inspiration to write a fic about the Voldemort/Quirrell relationship. This is set after "A Very Potter Musical" and Voldemort is back on the back of Quirrell's head – just imagine that he was able to be reattached by a potion or a spell or something - because I feel that, judging by the end of AVPM when they go back-to-back and everything is right with the world again, Voldemort will reattch himself to the back of Quirrell's head because that's where he belongs! Anyways this is that rollerblading/movie date they said they would go on! Enjoy! xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters are all the property of J.K. Rowling.
Maybe, we could go rollerblading...
Today was the day.
Today was the day that Quirrell, with, his best friend, Voldemort, who was, once again, attached to his soul, (and this attachment manifested by Voldemort's head protruding out from the back of Qurriell's own), went on the rollerblading/movie date he and said best friend had talked about making prior to the Dark Lord's rise to power… and then his subsequent downfall at the hands of Harry Potter. Quirrell sat down on the curb, strapping on the rollerblades as well as the elbow and knee protection they had rented from the nearby skate park supply shop, before he, with safety first at the forefront of his mind, unthinkingly put on the fluorescent yellow helmet and fastened it under his chin.
"Quirrell!! Take off your helmet!! I want to be able to see out as I fly past the inferior people!! I want to be able to watch them choke on the dust that is stirred up by the totally awesome speed at which I am going at!!" Voldemort's muffled, commanding screech came from under the helmet.
Quirrell was reluctant. Not because of the fact he had Voldemort's face on the back of his head, because many members of the Wizarding World were well aware of their situation and accepted it. They no longer saw Voldemort as a threat as long as he was merely a parasite on the back of Quirrell's head and it wasn't as though Voldemort was plotting to get his body back and attempt to take over the world again - the Dark Lord was more than content to remain the way he was.
"But, my Dark Lord, what if we fall over? We could injury ourselves if we don't wear a helmet," Quirrell pointed out validly.
"Well, just make sure you fall face forward,then!" Voldemort retorted, before his tone softened when he felt Quirrell mentally recoil at his harsh tone, "I'm sorry, Quirrell, I didn't meant to snap. It's just I've never been rollerblading… and I wish to be able to… visually experience something new as well as physically experience it…"
"Like when you had to be the one to see the end of 'She's All That'?" Quirrell asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Yes, exactly like when I had to be the one to see the end of 'She's All That'!" Voldemort replied, growing slightly irritated with his friend.
"Fair enough," Quirrell relented as he, reluctantly, removed the helmet, "but if we get injured, don't say I didn't warn you!"
"Yes, alright, alright!" Voldemort replied, gleeful that he had gotten his way, "Now, Quirrell!! Take me to that hot dog stand!! I'm famished!!" He cried, nodding in the direction of a hot dog vendor he stood, out of the way, by the fence of the skate park, ready to offer snacks to hungry rollerbladers and skateboarders.
"Just give me a moment to… steady… myself… my… liege," Quirrell said as he, clutching a nearby railing for support, got, unsteadily, to his feet.
"Quirrell! What have I told you?!" Voldemort demanded.
"I apologize my-- Voldemort…" Quirrell amended, as he edged along the railing, clearly unbalanced.
"Quirrell! You're going the wrong way!! The hot dog vendor is that way!!" Voldemort exclaimed, inclining his head awkwardly in the opposite way to which Quirrell was unsteadily inching, "Let go of the rails, Quirrell!"
"But, I must admit, I'm rather scared…" Quirrell confessed and, despite the fact that they were friends and Voldemort did genuinely care for his host, the Dark Lord felt himself rolling his eyes.
"Quirrrrrrreeellllll. Maaaaaannnn. Liiiiiisssssteennnn." Voldemort drawled, as he attempted to reassure Quirrell, "You're with me – the Darkest of Lords – now, you've nothing to be afraid of! I mean I am the scariest thing of the Wizarding World, am I right? I'm right, aren't I?"
"You are, Lord Voldemort," Quirrell assured, swallowing down his fear with a rather large gulp, before he took one hand from the railings, "Look, Voldemort, I'm doing it! Ha, I'm doing it!" He beamed ecstatically.
"We're not moving," Voldemort pointed out, with a heavy sigh, "And, are you still holding onto the rails with one hand?!" he gasped, his tone somewhat scandalized.
"Very well," Quirrell said, releasing his grip on the railing and, hesitantly, rolling forward, "Ha, this doesn't seem so hard..." the ex-Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher mused, with a slow, tentative smile spreading across his features.
However, it seemed that Quirrell had spoken too soon, because, as soon as he was out of reaching distance from the railing, and basically out in the open, poise seemed to fail him. His arms flailed around in an attempt to retain his balance, but his efforts proved, ultimately, futile as he fell backwards, the back of his head and, effectively, Voldemort hitting the pavement beneath them with a loud thud.
"Oh! Voldemort!" Quirrell cried, sitting up hastily, panic for the well-being of his friend stirred up inside him, "Are you alright, my Lord?!"
"I told you, you should've worn the damn helmet!" Voldemort snapped as he emitted a low hiss of pain.
"Shall we just go to the movies now?" Quirrell suggested, in an attempt to salvage their day out.
Voldemort paused thoughtfully, thinking this proposition over carefully.
"Can we go see a Zefron movie?" Voldemort asked, finally, instantly hopeful.
"Of course, Voldemort," Quirrell beamed, happily, "Of course."
So, do you want to find out what's in store for Voldemort and Quirrell at the movies? Well, then, review! Because reviews inspire me to write and this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic and I would really appreciate the support! Quirrelmort fans must stick together (pun not intended)! Until next time! xD