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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blaise rarely showed or even felt much emotion so his outburst had most eyes on him. Uncaring at present, his indignant glare remained firmly in place.
"We will do whatever is necessary to keep our family safe. It should hardly matter if you're shut up in here or at home,"Sabra told Blaise coldly, completely unruffled by his state of outrage.

Was she bloody mad, Blaise silently wondered. Were he not stuck here, he could visit Gellert at Wolfgang's daily. He often hung with Millie anyway and these days she practically lived at Wolfgang's manor. With Gellert staying with Wolfgang, he'd have complete access. Not so while shut up in this stupid school because of his bloody paranoid parents, though!

"Based on what I have just heard of the situation something tells me your parents are not truly insane, and your encounter with the dementors was unusual, I have an instinct for such things," Gellert murmured, leaning toward him and giving a warm smile.

When Blaise had told his story, Gellert found himself listening with avid interest, even forgetting to eat for a moment. Blaise's story was impressive. Evading the Dementor's touch, that was...brilliant, unprecedented, unheard of. That in itself would have been enough for him to appreciate the young Zabini even more, but his appreciation took a different turn than he'd anticipated and this left him unsettled.

It happened when, during his relating of the dementor incident, Blaise had referred to him at one point and nodded in his direction. Gellert found himself feeling oddly flattered and even mildly flustered much in the way those who admired him back in his younger days appeared to feel when he acknowledged them. In the unlikely event that someone had actually noticed his reaction and asked him what was the matter with him, and why he was blushing, Gellert would not have even known how to explain his strange responses to the intriguing young man.

Blaise was taken aback by Gellert's words and found his anger fading as a modicum of surprise replaced it. He could've been disappointed that Gellert may actually be taking his parents side, but he was more curious to know why instead. "Explain?" He leaned toward Gellert, speaking quietly as the other had done. "Were it anyone other than you I'd not be interested, considering the mood I'm in," he added darkly.

"Other than me," Gellert asked dumbly. He felt his own eyes widening and he hoped to any god who may care that he was not blushing again...because he did not blush...ever! And there was absolutely no reason to blush now. What was going on with his emotions? Had the prolonged captivity ruined his ability to socially interact appropriately?

"Oh, thank you, I didn't realize," he continued, abashed and not even knowing why. He should have been used to compliments. Showered with accolades at Durmstrang, before he was expelled for political reasons, admired by noble witches and wizards for his charm and skills, he never had any problems with self esteem. Still it seemed that captivity may have taken its toll on him in more ways than he'd guessed. It could be equally likely that this specific compliment, from this young man meant more to him than other compliments in the past.

Even as he thought about it, he could not guess why. The young Zabini was pleasant enough, and friendly, his confidence did not hurt either. But he'd barely gotten to know the wizard. And yet there was something about him. Perhaps Gellert could sense more achievements in Blaise's future, he just could not decide. He only knew that he found this exchange between them...most comforting somehow.

Blaise couldn't help letting out a laugh at Gellert's obvious surprise at his high regard.
"Modesty was the last thing I expected from you," he said without even thinking.

"And usually you'd be right," Gellert said, grinning in response to the boy's contagious laugh.
"I rarely come across an equal, though so it's..."
Before he could finish speaking, Blaise's mother shushed them with a frown. Blaise was nearly lightheaded though. Had Gellert Grindelwald just called him an equal? Perhaps Blaise read the man all wrong, but Grindelwald didn't at all seem the sort to heap empty compliments on a person for no apparent reason. He couldn't bloody believe his mother had just shushed he and bloody Grindelwald of all people! Grindelwald! As though he was just another of Blaise's school friends! Her inadequate reason was soon apparent enough. Wolfgang was speaking, answering his mother's earlier demand for what was to be done about the dementor situation.
"There is a spell that one can ad to a patronus or cast instead of one if necessary. It is a gleefulness charm and should also serve to keep dementors at bay as should the walls of this estemed castle. The gleefulness spell produces feelings of euphoria much like those sought by those muggles who enjoy...how do they say, getting high," the German half giant concluded.

"Really? We're gonna get high to evade dementors," Millicent asked, then gave a gleeful laugh. "I fucking love it!"

"Millicent, Language! Just because your parents aren't here to hear that potty mouth doesn't mean I won't be telling them about it," Sabra Zabini snapped.

"Sorry," Millicent murmured, ducking her head so that her long dark hair fell over her face in that old characteristic way she used to hide. Blaise just bet she was still smiling under that curtain of black hair, though.

"That's a cool idea," Kereston told Wolfgang. "But if we could figure out a way to kill the horrid things, that would be awesome!"

"Your friends think big," Gellert murmured to Blaise. "I respect that."

Blaise gave him his customary lazy grin. "I only make friends with the best," he proclaimed, also keeping his voice just above a whisper in hopes of avoiding another shush from his Mum. "I must say, though, Wolfgang's gleefulness charm does have its appeal. I'd certainly like to feel euphoric if I am to be stuck here for the rest of the summer, but apparently the dementors aren't a huge problem where I'm concerned. He sighed then took another bite of pot roast. He decided to attempt pursuing a conversation with Grindelwald in hopes they would just be left to it and his mum would settle down and eat her bloody pot roast.
"Back to our earlier conversation, though. Why is it that you don't feel my parents are over reacting to this dementor thing?"

Gellert's expression grew serious, all traces of amusement gone from his now steady blue gaze as he regarded Blaise. "If this Voldemort is as dangerous as you say, and the dementors are aware of you when they should not be, it is truly wise to gather more information before you're back out on the streets where they can try getting at you again." His eyes suddenly grew shadowed and without moving, he somehow seemed to draw in upon himself. "Believe me, I wish someone had given me that advice before my incarceration."

"But I got away from them once. And besides," Blaise began then sighed. "Oh hell. I have no idea how they could've known my name... I suppose you're right." He gave a resigned sigh.

His mum was back to her pacing, apparently uninterested in the pot roast for the time being. "My concern is why the Death Eaters or the Dementors or He who needs to die are taking enough interest in my son to know his name," Sabra said, continuing to pace. Of course she wasn't giving up, Blaise thought with a sigh, though he knew her concern over them knowing his name was a valid one and he didn't like it either. He didn't like feeling frightened and he did which annoyed him to no end. His emotions were ice, and that's how he liked it so this fear and uncertainty made him feel weak.

As Sabra Zabini continued speaking, her voice and expression grew more and more frustrated. "It makes me wonder what else they know. What if they know I never killed even my first husband much less had 6 others! What if they know this and wonder why we went through so much trouble to blacken our family name," Sabra demanded. Blaise wasn't sure if she was going to explode something or cry, and he didn't relish the prospect of either.

"And staying here is a good idea, but if Sabra is right won't us hiding attract notice as well if our activities are being monitored," Geo Zabini spoke up, more quietly concerned this time than his wife, but concerned openly nonetheless.

"Yes there could be a potential issue either way," Kereston agreed, frowning. "And as we can't be sure what Voldemort or the dementors know or how they know it, we should prepare for anything we can. I'm thinking it'd be good if we could all be linked and all be able to get to one another fast in times of danger. Then we would have plenty of back up if there was an issue and we could keep one another safe. I'm thinking about something like a group portkey we can activate. If one of us uses it, it activates to draw us all to a particular place. We've got two wizards sitting right here with talents in the art of making magical items, fortunately for us."
She smiled at Gellert and Blaise.

"The two of you can work on something like that together for all of us. We have the entire group together enough so if you need to personalize items to connect all of us you'd have plenty of opportunities. I understand this is no simple matter, but you're safe here while you work on whatever you two can come up with."

"That's decent thinking, Boxwood," Snape complimented. The words of praise didn't surprise Blaise for Kereston was in Slytherin house until she'd graduated this year and Snape was generally more decent to Slytherins. That and it really was a good idea. Blaise nodded thoughtfully in agreement, then looked to Gellert who gave him a smile.

"I've been ready to get to work on something for over fifty years!"

Blaise smiled back.
"If you were planning to stay with Wolfgang, why not remain here? The Slytherin boys dorm where I sleep is plenty big and we're the only ones here now. We'd have lots of time to work and we can have Mag or Kereston or Wolfgang bring us in anything we need in the way of materials once we decide exactly what we're making. I even picked up 2 books dealing with enchantments today before everything happened, so we can go over those later in case they have anything useful for our current needs. I apparently got myself stuck here to get them so they should be worth something," he concluded darkly.

It was pleasingly ironic, he had to admit, that he was stuck here wondering how the dementors knew his name yet still got to actually work and hang with Grindelwald of all people!
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