Alone

Chapter 8: Confusion and guilt

"But I heard you were killed," Quirrel said. Voldemort looked at him; a feeling of guilt filled him. The way Quirrel looked around with a nervous glance from time to time, how thin and fragile he looked. "Yes, I was killed, but then I came back," he said, struggling to find a way to explain the unexplainable. Quirrel frowned and tilted his head to one side. "How is that possible?" he asked, quite confused. Voldemort shook his head, and tried to smile. "Even I can't say," he mumbled. He just stood there for a while, trying to say what he wanted to say. "Why did you come back?" Quirrel broke his chain of thought. "I… I didn't come back Quirrel," Voldemort said. An expression of pain shot past Quirrel’s face. "I came home," Voldemort said in a soft voice.

Tears filled Quirrel’s eyes, and he turned away. Voldemort walked slowly towards him, afraid that he had hurt him even more. He put his hand hesitantly on Quirrel’s shoulder. Quirrel jumped, but didn't push away his hand. Instead, he turned back and hurled himself into Voldemorts arms. Voldemort embraced him, and patted him a bit awkwardly on the back. Quirrel started sobbing. "I missed you so much," he said into Voldemorts cloak between the sobs. Voldemort held him tight, felling the guilt murmuring in his stomach. "I am sorry, I am so sorry," he said, his voice full off the pain he felt. Quirrel looked up, into his eyes. His own dark brown eyes were big and full of tears. Then he silently kissed him.

They sat there by the lake, close, holding each other. Their hearts beating at the same pace, they felt complete. Voldemort too, thought that the lake was very beautiful. All the while though, there was still this little tingling feeling of guilt inside of him. He knew how much pain he had caused Quirrel. He had broken his heart, and damaged his soul, and he was afraid they wouldn't heal. Once more he mumbled into Quirrels hair: "I am so sorry. You were brilliant, and I screwed up…" Quirrel remained silent, and started to snore softly shortly after.

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