| Quirrellhart | AO3 here | Still writing Quirrell after 21 years, Lockhart 23 years. Michael. Old (51). He/him (trans man). Married. blanket permission: if you want to draw, remix, or transform anything I’ve written or stated, you don’t need to ask, just go for it.
unexpected competence
performance and identity
tenderness and care
memory, secrecy, and survival
emotionally disastrous young men
lies, manipulation, and affection
Mostly canon-divergent while staying canon-related.
Often funny until suddenly not.
Most stories can be entered independently. (Tag: #quirrellhart)
(incredible art by @j-intherain)
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→ Softest
Night Owl
(Greece, a hotel room, and Gilderoy Lockhart asleep on Quirrell’s chest, complaining about alchemy.)
Attached
(Lockhart shines, Quirrell makes it possible, as they prefer.)
Dress Code
(Lockhart decides Quirrell deserves to be seen.)
→ Funniest
Recall
(62-year-old Lockhart discovers AO3 and tells Quirrell about it)
Gallivanting With Gorgons
(Quirrell goes looking for the Gordons; Lockhart gets a book out of it anyway.)
Dragon Wrestling
(Quirrell calculates exactly how close Lockhart can stand to a sleeping dragon without dying.)
→ Romancecore
Drunk Confession
(Over wine on a hotel rooftop, Quirrell finally explains why being seen with Lockhart exhausts him.)
Cufflinks
(Twelve years after Hogwarts, Quirrell and Lockhart get ready for drinks with another couple in Greece.)
Brunch
(Brunch in Greece finds Quirrell uncharacteristically open.)
I've thought about this before, and Lockhart would presumably need an 'O' on his Potions O.W.L. to take the advanced Potions course under Snape during his Seventh Year.
That said, I don't think it's entirely out of reach. Lockhart does go on to make an effective shampoo from Occamy egg yolks, which suggests he may have had some aptitude for the subject.
Oh, but then again, Lockhart would've been entered into the program under Slughorn, and effectively grandfathered in when Snape took over.
Since Slughorn only required an 'E', I just wasted everyone's time with this post. And I don't think an 'E' would've been a problem for Lockhart.
Stupid thoughts in action, there you go, everyone. Enjoy.
nah, this shit is interesting to add. Thought provoking.
Maybe an E wouldn't have been a problem for Lockheart - but then again, would he have even picked Potions as a NEWT?
Did he choose to do any NEWTs? They are optional, after all.
Or did he graduate early in order to pursue greatness elsewhere?
Maybe an E under Slughorn was conceivable for him... but I'm not certain the general standard + amount of work expected is.
He is pretty dogshit across the board. Piled up with assignments... I get the feeling he didn't have much patience for what didn't immediately interest him?
If he did stay for some NEWTs - would Potions have appealed?
I didn't know about the Egg Yolk thing (source? a Pottermore thing? I'm not saying I don't believe it - im genuinely interested lol) but he was a thief, could he have stolen the recipie?
The more you think about how Lockheart chose to live his life the more interesting he becomes. The cruelty, the audacity, the theft - and yet the desperation to BE someone. And the success!!! The grit of living an obvious lie he doesn't fully delude himself into believing.
He KNOWS he is a fraud. But seems... somewhat comfortable there?
What NEWTs would a man like that choose? Something he wasn't too crap at, so he could manage - but thought could take him further...?
I'm not sure if Potions would be one, he went down a more... show-off adventurous route (even if others did most of the adventuring)
Danger. Darkness. Corners of the world rarely seen. Beasts.
Was he inspired at all by the likes of Newt Scamander?
He is awful at beast-handling,but did he have a genuine fascination with exciting fauna and flora?
Did he want to delve into unsolved mysteries and translate ancient runes nobody has seen before? Indiana Jones shit
I'm spitballing. You got me thinking. Thankyou <3
The simpler, entertaining option: he was in Severus' class. >:^)
The Occamy egg shampoo detail used to be here, but it didn't survive the transfer when Pottermore became Wizarding World.
The transcripts were preserved here, and it's available on the Wiki and Fandom sites too.
Lockhart's marks in school were above average. To me, it's important to remember he spent nearly a decade perfecting Memory Charms (and Beauty Charms, no doubt) to the exclusion of other spell work.
Since he didn't use those general spells, he lost them. Arrogant as he was, I'm sure he didn't think he'd need to practice them again before teaching
I've thought about this before, and Lockhart would presumably need an 'O' on his Potions O.W.L. to take the advanced Potions course under Snape during his Seventh Year.
That said, I don't think it's entirely out of reach. Lockhart does go on to make an effective shampoo from Occamy egg yolks, which suggests he may have had some aptitude for the subject.
Oh, but then again, Lockhart would've been entered into the program under Slughorn, and effectively grandfathered in when Snape took over.
Since Slughorn only required an 'E', I just wasted everyone's time with this post. And I don't think an 'E' would've been a problem for Lockhart.
Stupid thoughts in action, there you go, everyone. Enjoy.
People forget that Quirrell is the only other person in the series besides Harry to experience being a horcrux. He is the temporary horcrux; Harry is the accidental one.
It blows my mind when I think about that because I can’t even fathom what that must’ve been like. I imagine maybe similar to when the kids wore the locket.
Except that Quirrell was alone.
Every day. For almost a year.
With no support and no one to share the burden, his body dying by inches from the possession.
We know Harry was emotionally unpleasant for Voldemort to possess. I wonder if Quirrell was any easier to tolerate? They both seem more willing to accept the costs of certain outcomes, at the very least.
The text tells us Quirrell was punished more than once for resisting his master's commands, so that's a strike against him, I suppose.
If I put on my Voldemort hat, I suspect Quirrell's persistent feelings of inadequacy would be irritating, too, but useful. Still easier to tolerate than Harry, maybe?
Did Quirrell and Voldemort share a mind, or just a body??? This came up when I was reading the Voldemort book, I need to finish it so I can post about it and my thoughts. The author of the book also seemed to think they shared a mind
I can't be sure because evidence around Quirrell's interior is so sparse. I modeled his experience after Harry's possession since that was the only fact-based, analogous situation I could think of.
Certainly, Quirrell and Voldemort disagree verbally. But the extent of their connection is unclear to me from the text and supplementary materials.
If you find something that suggests otherwise, reblog the hell out of this and let us know! 💙
Edit: Thinking of Nagini, another horcrux, Voldemort is able to possess her too, isn't he? Harry dreams about that, I think. Or I may have misunderstood. My Voldemort scholarship is lacking, I know 💔
People forget that Quirrell is the only other person in the series besides Harry to experience being a horcrux. He is the temporary horcrux; Harry is the accidental one.
It blows my mind when I think about that because I can’t even fathom what that must’ve been like. I imagine maybe similar to when the kids wore the locket.
Except that Quirrell was alone.
Every day. For almost a year.
With no support and no one to share the burden, his body dying by inches from the possession.
We know Harry was emotionally unpleasant for Voldemort to possess. I wonder if Quirrell was any easier to tolerate? They both seem more willing to accept the costs of certain outcomes, at the very least.
The text tells us Quirrell was punished more than once for resisting his master's commands, so that's a strike against him, I suppose.
If I put on my Voldemort hat, I suspect Quirrell's persistent feelings of inadequacy would be irritating, too, but useful. Still easier to tolerate than Harry, maybe?
Being noisy but what's in your writing WIP files? Any new fanfic's? Idea's? Any snippets or lines you care to share?
This is such a lovely ask, thank you so much! I really treasure Asks about my work. Most people don't follow me for Quirrell (or Quirrellhart), it turns out. Which blows my mind because I can't imagine any other reason for following me.
IDEAS
I have a list of ideas that's longer than my arm. I had pulled an 'only one bed' trope, and I thought it would be great if I had to force Snape and Quirrell to share a bed for one night. Life is suffering.
I'm supposed to be writing the second part of when Lockhart, at age 62, discovers there's fanfic about him on AO3. He's supposed to write his own Snilderoy fanfic.
WIPs
What happens when Quirrell finally realises Gilderoy has been saying “I love you” all along, but only after it’s impossible to answer him?
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“We’re quite excited. You’re Gilderoy’s first visitor.”
Quirrell turned to look at the matronly Healer, eyebrows raised.
It didn’t seem possible.
“Am I, really the first? Not even his mother? Or the Headmaster?” He interrupted himself to try the door. “This is locked.”
“It’s to keep him safe,” the Healer said. “He gets lost in the hall once it closes behind him.”
Balancing a vase of bright blue forget-me-nots in one hand, Quirrell watched the Healer unlock the room.
“He’s had a good morning,” she said quietly. “You’ve picked an excellent day to visit.”
Quirrell started to ask what a bad day looked like, but the door swung open, and Lockhart approached him immediately, smiling, hand outstretched.
“Hello, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Gilderoy Lockhart.”
A broad smile, but with foggy eyes, as if Gilderoy were on the other side of a bridge covered in mist. Distant. Perhaps lonely. Or perhaps just Quirrell projecting.
“Yes, I know who you are. I’m Quirinus. Do you not recall?”
Quirrell stared at Lockhart’s outstretched hand for several seconds, then shook it for as long as he could bear. It was too much like holding hands, and he pulled back.
Gilderoy was neatly turned out. His midnight blue dressing gown tidy and crisp, though the blond waves had a bit of frizz. Unusual for Lockhart, always fussed about his hair.
White walls and sparse furnishings marked the little hospital room. A few photographs of Lockhart himself decorated the walls, all smiling and waving hello.
“These are for you.”
Quirrell handed over the vase of fresh forget-me-nots, and Gilderoy’s smile expanded. He turned the flowers against the morning sunlight shining into his room.
“These are beautiful, thank you! What a thoughtful gift,” Lockhart said. “They match my eyes, you know.”
An ache settled in Quirrell’s centre at Gilderoy’s obvious delight. His love of beauty (especially his own) remained intact, even if little else did.
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WIP 2: The Fat Friar
Being dead for a thousand years had a way of affecting one’s senses. A happy thing the memory of the scent somehow survived. One of God’s great miracles.
Near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a patch of white glowed in the moonlight. Impossible to make out at a distance, but beguiling in its softness, the Friar drifted towards it.
The tangled overgrowth, verdant by day, became hunter green at night as he approached. Dark. Like wild things painted over black ink.
Flowers. Someone was tending the little patch, moonflowers sown with intention. The flowers wouldn’t grow there wild, the Friar thought. They needed cultivation. Care.
The Friar moved in to investigate, but stopped. A shimmering silver form passed, reminiscent of the waver above a hot surface.
The Bloody Baron came to a halt at the overgrowth and sank to his knees. Blessedly, he didn’t notice the Friar, who approached from his periphery.
As he drew near, the Friar made out the dull grey of stone set back in the growth. A marker, perhaps, from its shape.
Somewhere deep in the forest, a wolf howled, and the Baron turned his head.
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Falling on your back and cursing your coach after losing your first match on the mat isn't the best first impression is it?
Lisa is hoping there's a chance for her to impress the cute doctor though.
A Hit Witch licensing requirement nobody saw coming, bless! Hand-to-hand combat training, taught by Dudley Dursley, of all people.
Lisa Turpin is supremely confident in her wandwork and supremely overconfident about everything else, which makes for an excellent first match, and a doctor on-site who is not thrilled to be recognized.
Funny, sharp, and has a great hook of an ending. Go read it!
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Dear Professor Quirrell, if I get homesick can you please make my mobile phone work? I miss my mum and would like to text her so she knows I'm fine. Thank you in advance. Sincerely, Polly Pritchard, first year.
Dear Miss Pritchard,
I am afraid I cannot. Hogwarts is protected by many old enchantments, and they interfere with Muggle technology. Your mobile would be no more successful than a wireless set or a television.
That said, homesickness is a common affliction among first-year students, and one which rarely lasts as long as it first appears. You will soon find that lessons, new acquaintances, and the castle itself occupy a surprising amount of one’s attention.
Should you wish your mum to know that you have arrived safely, you may send her an owl. If you have never done so before, ask your Head of House or any member of staff, and they will gladly explain the process.
In the meantime, should your homesickness become difficult to bear, you are welcome to speak with me after class. One need not solve every problem by oneself.
I fear I’m not as effective as anyone’s mum, but I’ll do my very best to help.
‘He is with me wherever I go,’ said Quirrell quietly. I met him
when I travelled around the world. A foolish young man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it … Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times.
He has had to be very hard on me.’
Quirrell shivered suddenly.
‘He does not forgive mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the Stone from Gringotts, he was most displeased. He punished me … decided he would have to keep a closer watch on me …’
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