5 The Death of Quirinus

Then he looked down at his body, he WAS 15 again! His arms and legs were shorter and almost hairless, his stomach wasn't as ghastly skinny as it soon would become, but his bum was still as firm as it was. The saddest thing was when he looked at his package which seemed to have also gone back to his 15 year old self. "How is this possible? I look like a teenager again! Is my body that of a teenager or is it just my appearance?"

Poppy brought forward a parchment. And read from it "Every part of you except your magic seems to have gone back to a younger self. How that is possible, I don't know. Personally I thought you could tell me once you woke up." He shook his head and Dumbledore burst into the room looking around frantically until his eyes met Poppy's.

"Is he FINALLY awake? Did you get some answers?" She responded by gesturing towards the bed where Quirinus now sat. "Albus. I believe we have much to talk about. Especially concerning a certain man called Riddle." Albus' eyes widened and he stood stumped for a few seconds before he tried to push Poppy out of the room, until she not so kindly reminded him that HE was in HER office.

A bit more humbly he responded "Yes, yes. Sorry about that dear, you know how I get sometimes when there is a chance to learn something important!" She smiled and nodded. "I'll forgive you this time as well. But don't make a habit of this Albus. And DON'T let Quirry do anything hasty! He's not ready for it." And then she left the room to check her stocks on potions.

Albus was a lot calmer this time and sat down on a chair next to Quirrell. "So, my dear boy, what do you have to say about the man. I believe he was quite a bit before your time, but I'm guessing you've learnt some new things while you shared a head. Am I correct?"

Quirinus nodded at his old headmaster, and more recently boss. "Aye. I spent months going through his life, very peculiar man. Frightening as well. Truly chilling to the core, but he could have been great you know?" A solemn look appeared on Albus' face as he nodded. "I know. I'm afraid I got to him too late, and when I did I was too stand-off-ish. I should have acted more during his foundational years!"

Quirinus nodded "Yes. But that's all in the past! No use dwelling over it. He will be gone one day Albus, we'll see to that." Albus raised an eyebrow at that, clearly not thinking Quirrell was up for the task but remained silent out of courtesy.

"What we need to talk about right now, is me. More specifically, why do I look like I shed my skin and became a 15 year old again?" Albus chuckled and felt the skin on Quirrell's arm. "Yes, that is what it's like. A recent shedding. I don't know how or why this happened Quirinus. But I do know when and what caused it. It was two weeks ago when Harry Potter touched your possessed body."

Quirrell's eyes lit up. "Yes! Yes! The boy! I have to thank him for that! It felt like I had been left in emptiness for an eternity before he showed up and just dragged me out." Albus smiled with clear glee "Yes, the boy is spectacular. A mere touch caused your skin to turn into stone which whittled away in the wind, leaving you naked down there like this" he gestured at his young body.

"You won't be able to thank the boy yet though, he won't be back here for a couple of months and you won't be able to get in touch with him until then." Quirinus was a bit sceptical but let the headmaster go on. "You should think more about your own situation. To clear your name and criminal record, I've made sure to declare you dead by possession."

This flabbergasted him. "I'M DEAD?!" Images of his mother crying instantly showed up in his mind and he started begging Dumbledore "No, no, no please. There must be another way. After all of her disappointment, I can't cause my mother grief as well. Not now when she's already got it rough. Surely something could be done!" Albus smirked, this wasn't a good sign.

"Yes. There is in fact something that can be done." Quirrell waited expectantly at what the headmaster had to say. "You will get a new identity. Your mother was informed as soon as I knew you had woken up" a smile broke out of Quirrell's face "and as soon as she gets here she will name you as her Third son. You will perform a small ritual to change your name in the eyes of magic. Finally you will return here next year, as a student."

All throughout that talk he was ecstatic until the last sentence when he looked down. "No. I don't have the money for any more years here and Mother absolutely doesn't have it. Why would you even want me back here? Do you want a spy in the ranks?"

The old headmaster now fully laughed. "Don't worry, I'll cover the costs. As for the reason why, it's because Hogwarts herself wants you to. She doesn't consider you to be anything more than the 15 year old you look like so she won't let you go. And if Hogwarts won't let you go, the ministry will consider you underage."

Quirinus pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. "Yeah I understand. I'm grateful that you're paying for it but I'd rather not go through my old classes again if that's alright." With a cheerful tone he got a response "Of course, Of course. I will take you to the ministry during the summer to take all of your old NEWT and OWL exams to get them into the system for your new identity-" his eyes flashed to the door "Speaking of.."

Quirinus Quirrell looked towards the door and there stood the most beautiful sight imaginable to him. She had become a middle aged lady by now but her looks remained. If Quirinus had inherited more from her then he would have turned many heads during his schooling. She wore a summer dress which flowed over an athletic body with a rather firm behind, perhaps he inherited SOMETHING after all. Her brown hair was put up using a colourful headscarf but it still flowed with heavy locks down the back of her head. Her normally rather large eyes now looked very small and slightly swollen as she appeared to cry with joy from seeing her son. His mother Queenie Quirrell had turned up and ran over to his bed. Her large heels didn't make it easy for her, but she didn't mind as she almost fell onto the bed crying on his chest.

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A/N: No wincest here. Just a momma's boy who worships his mother for providing everything for him. He loves her dearly and would rather go dark than hurt her but it's nothing strange going on. A tight relationship with his mother can only be a good thing.