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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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Gellert Grindelwald was a little surprised when he woke in the morning and, for a moment was uncertain where he was. This should be quite normal when waking in a new place, but with the Mara nearly constantly playing with Gellert's reality in Nurmengard he never questioned anymore. His mind took each dream situation as it happened and acted within it. To wonder where he was just might mean he really was somewhere else.

He lay in the bed for a few minutes, simply enjoying the feeling of a relatively soft mattress under him rather than the stone slab he was kindly afforded at Nurmengard. As he glanced slowly around the room, taking in the sort of school setting he'd not experienced in a century, the past days events began washing over him ending with the most pleasurable ones in Blaise's arms. Wishing for Blaise's oddly reassuring presence, he sat up in bed, and called out for the other wizard. When he received no answer he rose from bed, then spotted the note left in magical lettering on the lid of his trunk.

As he threw back the lid of the trunk and began sorting through the strange clothes inside, his thoughts returned to the Mara and the havoc she'd caused to his mind in Nurmengard. That havoc now served as his reason for questioning his current reality. All too many times, the Mara, trying to be so ever convincing decided to inspire in him bits of hope with pleasing images only to dash them moments later. Indeed she excelled at breaking his spirit bit by bit, and his desire to resist as well.

Even the fact that he could remember his experiences in great detail were not always indicative. In one dream, he lived through what seemed an entire life time of pleasant magical discoveries in the past. He even got to live through the construction of the Elder Wand and the Cloak of Invisibility, before the so tantalizing creative genius of the character he had identified as Death from the Deathly Hollows tale, turned against him.

Though many things were different in this particular situation, from the strange clothing to the fact he'd actually spent an unexpected night in the arms of another man, Gellert supposed the Mara could've still manufactured such differences if she chose. Though she usually worked with what was in his own mind, and to his knowledge, none of this had been. Perhaps the dream of an escape, but even the way the escape was managed, with the assistance of an elf, wasn't something he, personally, would've imagined.

There was also the consideration that this time, unlike the others, not everything was perfect. Currently he was thirsty and in need of a water closet in which to relieve himself. He wasn't precisely comfortable with the strange new clothes either and as he tugged them on, he noticed that they didn't fit as well as they would've were they in his size. Blaise was a little taller and though he was lanky, poor nutrition in Nurmengard had Gellert even thinner. All these were actually good discomforts, though, because the Mara's dreams had never produced anything like that which could've made him think or need to reason much out. Those who had imprisoned him, didn't ever want him thinking or reasoning, after all.

After tugging on the oddly short stockings he slipped his feet into black shoes that were only slightly too large then combed his hair. Once that was done, he spent a few minutes marveling over his youthful visage in the mirror. He practically looked a boy again! That, in itself, could've easily been a too good to be true trick of the mara's but recalling who had restored his youth served to dampen the effect a little. It was almost humorous that he was relieved to find some unpleasant parts of a situation. Wolfgang and his lady were unfriendly and did not respect his achievements other than to apply them to practically menial work. They needed him to help with a problem when those like Adler had probably been behind putting him away in the first place. Of course they needed him now and yet could not admit that he was better.

He made his way to the dorm's toilet that Blaise had shown him last night then headed up to breakfast, only getting turned around a few times before locating the great hall. It was full of most of the same people that had been there yesterday, all seated at the table at the head of the room. It still felt like too many to his over isolated mind, but he reminded himself that this just served as another proof that it was all real. The smell of breakfast caused his hunger to grow, so Gellert hurried over and was pleased to find the seat beside Blaise empty. Settling into it he was pleased yet again when a full plate of breakfast appeared before him along with a mug of hot black tea

When Gellert came in and sat down beside him, all concerns about what his mum may have overheard were forgotten! At sight of the other wizard, Blaise felt his heart flutter and fly. A thing it never ever did! Ever! Not even over really good books on enchantments. Granted he got plenty excited over such books, but his heart did not flutter. In this case, though, the fact Gellert had sat with him indicated to Blaise that Grindelwald did not wish to forget the night they'd shared.

Of course their conversations in-between bouts of incredible sex indicated as much as well for Blaise usually didn't talk to his partners too much. At least not like that. There was never that sort of connection. In the morning it was definitely over from Blaise's perspective with everyone but Gellert. He wanted a lot of things from the other man, but over was not one of them!

So the fact Gellert was seated beside him, indicated that he felt the same because
Blaise never would've done that the morning after. It gave an indication of willingness to continue something and he wasn't into giving wrong impressions. Of course Gellert may not mean the same thing by his actions, but for now Blaise opted to hope he did and enjoy the joy this gave him.
"Good morning," Blaise said, turning to him with a warm smile. He was unable to keep his eyes from devouring the other man, but at least for now it was only his eyes. There were others present, after all.

Gellert looked somehow odd in Blaise's customary summer attire of black slacks and a black silk t-shirt, probably because the items hung loosely on the smaller man. Gellert was only a bit shorter, but prison and its obvious lack of niceties and three proper meals had left him a bit too thin.
Blaise was lanky enough himself so if his clothes were loose on Grindelwald, he definitely was due for a bit of weight gain. Blaise thought Gellert Grindelwald would look stunning in a sack, but ill fitting clothing was never a preference for wizards like he and Gellert who took extreme pride in their appearance. Appearance said a great deal, after all. It said a great deal on many levels that most common minded people didn't understand.

"I didn't want to wake you," he said in way of explanation for why Gellert had woken alone.
"I figured it was the first good night's sleep you'd had in some time so I wanted you to make the most of it."

He felt his gaze softening and returned it hastily to his plate, taking a mouthful of eggs from the fork in his hand.
"Good morning, and thank you. I appreciate that. I thought I was well enough but I needed the rest, as it made me feel so much better," Gellert explained, Blaise's presence comforting him more than he could have anticipated.

"We brought you the folder on Voldemort," Millicent told Gellert with a friendly, for her, smile. "It's got all the pertinent info and some that probably isn't, but you may as well know all you can on the crazy bastard."
She reached across the table and passed Gellert a thick brown folder. "Before I forget," she explained apologetically, never one to interrupt food if it wasn't important.

"Ah yes, excellent. I will make sure to look into it soon," Gellert promised with a thoughtful frown. He carefully placed the folder on the table beside his plate before returning his attention to his food. He was looking forward to analyzing the file, checking if he could detect this Voldemort in the traces of prophecy he experienced as a young man.

In part though, he was not quite sure how to act around the young Bulstrode, her initial threats against his person most off putting, to a degree precluding him from experiencing any remotely friendly sentiment towards Millicent.
"Hi," Kereston said cheerfully, giving Gellert a little wave before lowering her hand to her spider's back once more. "Did you enjoy your first night of freedom? Did you and Blaise get to start working on anything for us yet? This is my spider Reynaldo, by the way. He's so sweet!"

At Kereston's innocent questions, Millicent rolled her eyes and snickered for some reason. This caused Gellert to feel another spike of dislike for the tall broad shouldered young woman.
Gellert found himself having the opposite feelings about Kereston, though. The little blonde witch's torrent of questions and positive attitude gave him plenty to work with. Swallowing his first bite of Eggs Benedict as fast as he could, Grindelwald had to wonder where to even start.
"Hi, I certainly did. We were indeed discussing some enchantments, in particular an intriguing method of alerting the wizards in charge to a danger ahead. That is an interesting choice of pet you have there! I didn't know those spiders were even for sale in any Western country. How remarkable! Where do you get the appropriate spider food for him," Gellert wondered with genuine curiosity.

"He came from a dark wizarding pet shop in Knockturn Alley," Kereston replied cheerfully of her Acromantula. "He eats people food, actually. I thought, well those in the wild likely eat animals at best, or people at worst but he's mine and if I raise him to eat something different he'll like it and he does...yes he does," she concluded, crooning to the happily cuddling spider. She couldn't hide her disappointment at the current project Grindelwald had shared, though, so her face fell after she'd concluded her explanation of her pet.

"I hoped you were working on personal protections for all of us," she said somberly.

To Gellert's surprise, Millicent bit her lip, fear shadowing her dark brown eyes as she nodded her agreement. It was odd for him to imagine the bully of a troll girl frightened of anything or anyone.

"Yeah Voldemort will be after Slytherins especially. He expects us to follow him as he was in Slytherin house and will likely take it personally if we don't." She struggled not to hug herself, not wanting to seem a coward in front of Wolfgang, though she'd never hidden her fear from him at least in words. Millicent's carefully cultivated dumb act had been to keep her safe but if it failed she felt royally screwed and hoped Grindelwald could at least help to keep them safe if stupid prophesies wouldn't allow him to kick Voldemort's ass personally. The name put her on edge, but it was better, far less submissive, than calling him the dark fucking lord.

"Of course I haven't had the opportunity to get familiar with the kind of menace this Voldemort has become. It is hard to imagine..." Gellert trailed off, realizing the only natural conclusion to such a sentence would only betray his pride.
Justified or not, but he simply could not conceive of a Dark Lord more formidable than himself, able to instill that much awe. Fear, was more apt, he reasoned with himself. He never thought to inspire fear, only to impress the masses with the grandeur of his performance.

But if the Tycho Dodonus prophecies were correct, and he gambled everything on the fact that they were, this Voldemort had to be the prophesied Dark Lord who thrived on terror, the one he was meant to oppose, until his original goals got twisted into something even he barely recognized afterwards.

"Animals are too much trouble, but at least hers will learn to talk someday," Blaise said grudgingly of Kereston's spider, gaze flicking to Gellert as he spoke, obviously addressing his comment to the blonde at his side.

Ice blue eyes moving from Kereston to Millie he added, "We have time to make everything and we'll be working on that as well, so do keep your heads on."

"So true," Grindelwald softly concurred, his own slightly amused smile reminding him more than anything of the man he used to be.
Attachments and needy pets were annoying so the animal should at least be able to talk if one required its service. Gellert had never been one for strong attachments of any kind, at least, that was how he used to think, until recently. Perhaps some attachments were necessary, he mused, thoughtful look settling back onto Blaise Zabini.

Distracted by the weight of Gellert's eyes and finding himself staring back into them for far too long, Blaise didn't notice when his mother drew up sharply behind his chair. When she spoke her voice was as sharp as her movements."I'd like to speak with you outside in the hallway, Mr. Grindelwald. Now." Sabra Zabini's request was stated as a firm command and even her posture was expectant as she waited for him to rise as he was ordered to.
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