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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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The day after the meeting, Gellert Grindelwald was being freed from Nurmengard. Blaise was even allowed to help, if from a distance. Wolfgang was bolder than most dark wizards in that he understood the import of getting rid of Voldemore. So much that he was willing to allow all skilled wizards to help no matter their age if they had something to offer. He never treated Blaise or other wizards his age like children even if he did have one more year to go at Hogwarts. Blaise was of legal age and had exceptional skills when it came to enchantments.
Wolfgang saw no reason not to utilize that in the fight for wizarding freedom. Millicent, eager to impress Wolfgang when they'd first met, hadn't hesitated to share her high opinion of Blaise's ability. Wolfgang seemed to believe Millicent hung the moon, so he valued her opinions very highly. When the German half giant hatched this plan to free Grindelwald to hopefully aid in all of their greater good, Blaise's abilities were an obvious choice to help pull it off.
Bramble, the Zabini house elf, would be the one to actually break the most famous wizarding criminal out of his solitary prison. Blaise had made the elf a talisman to wear that would unravel any spells in his vicinity long enough for him to side apparate Grindelwald away. The tower like prison had wards placed upon it similar to Hogwarts, and those never gave elves any trouble at all. Foolish wizards never considered elves a threat so they were overlooked. It certainly never seemed to occur to anyone in charge of security that an elf could break someone out of prison with the right plan behind him.
Bramble would simply apparate in with the old man who was to replace Grindelwald in Nurmengard, tell Grindelwald that he was with a friend, and leaving the substitute, apparate the escaped prisoner away to Wolfgang's manor. There he would be briefed on their plan aka the reason for his breakout. If he agreed to Wolfgang's terms, he would be given the potion to restore his youth and strength. It would be more difficult for him to be a strong daring fighter against Voldemort, even from behind the scenes, if he remained old and frail from years in prison, after all.
The aim of Wolfgang and his slowly growing group of dark wizards was to do their part to take Voldemort down, or at least deplete him of followers by killing them off one by one. Grindelwald was a wizard to be admired and respected. He had skills that could be utilized and considering his background in magical warfare, hopefully ideas that Wolfgang and the others had not considered. This group thought of themselves as renegades, strong enough to fight dark fire with dark fire where Dumbledore's army and the ministry had failed due to nonsensical moral weakness. As Blaise saw it, Grindelwald should fit right in.
Though finding the substitute for Grindelwald in prison was a brilliant move on Wolfgang's part, discovering the recipe for the potion to restore Grindelwald's youth made the breakout truly worth the risk. They needed all the strong, brilliant, willing to fight Voldemort wizards that they could get. Fortunately Wolfgang was able to find the ingredients to make the potion and Severus had prepared it. Surprisingly it wasn't one of those potions that had to sit for weeks. Nor was it packed with rare ingredients that a wizard had to travel the most out of the way, dangerous parts of the world to procure. It was actually shockingly easy. Shockingly easy to take someone's life to gain youth, which is why it was a good thing that knowledge of the potion was so very obscure.
Blaise fleetingly wondered if he would be tempted to use it himself when age began to ache his own bones some day in the very distant future. Unlike with an abominable Horcrux, one only had to take the life of another rather than giving up any of their own soul. There were so many people who were deserving of death in this world. The idea was tempting.
Blaise was never comfortable with the idea of killing, but he knew such things were situational. If he were defending himself or someone he cared about, family, his very few friends, killing would be easier. He supposed it would also be easier when he was old yet still interested in living.
Now that the day to free Grindelwald was at hand, he had an opportunity to see the potion in action. And Grindelwald himself. It would be interesting to see if the man was as amazing, interesting and intelligent as history claimed. Often things were exaggerated, and if Grindelwald had been exaggerated, Blaise would be disappointed. Then again, perhaps the authorities had under exaggerated him out of fear. They had confined him to an entire prison all alone, after all. For such measures they must have considered him quite the above average danger and that was impressive!
Eager to meet Grindelwald, yet not particularly interested in seeing the chosen Death Eater biting the big one, Blaise decided to distract himself with a bit of book shopping in Knockturn Alley. Because his paranoid parents had forbidden him to go into town alone while Voldemort was ramping things up so, he took Bramble with him. Bramble apparated them, so Blaise did not take himself anywhere. Being a Slytherin, he knew how to Slytherin himself around the silly constricting rules of his parents.
Bramble, to Blaise's annoyance, was more of a rule follower, but he had to follow Blaise's commands so long as they didn't directly contradict those of his parents. He would never snitch on the elf for helping him, but he considered himself having fully followed his parents orders to the letter, if in a very Slytherin fashion as was befitting a Slytherin.
Blaise brought along a pocket watch so that Bramble could apparate away at the appointed time to make the Nurmengard Switch, as their little group had begun to call it. Once done, he'd be back with Blaise in Knockturn Alley in less than 5 minutes. He'd initially offered to come along with Bramble in case the breakout didn't go as planned, but the elf insisted, and Wolfgang agreed, that the fewer people involved the better. If something went wrong, Bramble could react faster only having to worry about getting Grindelwald and himself away so even Wolfgang would remain behind.
Dark wizard and elf were having a nice time trolling Knockturn alley and so engrossed did Blaise become in the various items of interest that he nearly forgot the import of the day. That was the point, only it had worked better than expected. The prospect of actually meeting Gellert Grindelwald was exciting enough to have Blaise climbing the walls if he didn't give himself something better to do. Time flew, though, and before he knew it, the moment had come.
Blaise was examining a book on the lost art of enchantments when Bramble announced that it was time. The elf had insisted on holding the pocket watch so he could repeatedly glance at it to ensure he wasn't late. That was just a bit too much like the rabbit in Wonderland. Blaise couldn't resist picturing the overly serious elf with bunny ears which elicited a rare smile from the Slytherin.
"Be careful," Blaise murmured to the elf, voice low as not to risk being overheard. He promised to remain in the shop until Bramble returned so the elf wouldn't have to troll Knockturn looking for him. He had intended to do just that but the shop owner announced that he was closing up for lunch and would reopen in an hour. Blaise sighed, and carried the book he was scanning up to the counter along with one on how to remove the magic from enchanted objects. After buying both he carried them outside to wait.
As he waited for Bramble, he leaned against the shop front, his attention moving between both of his new books. When the strange feeling gripped him, it completely drained him of focus. Something was wrong...very wrong...Only was it with him, or...outside of himself? Was he unwell? The feeling was so foreign, Blaise was having difficulty processing it. Then the temperature dropped and Blaise came to the conclusion, that as usual the problem wasn't with him.
With that in mind the sound of panicked screams suddenly coming from up the street weren't that much of a surprise. An annoyance, granted, but not a surprise. His first instinct was to apparate home, but then Bramble would come here and look for him, perhaps getting himself hurt or worse. Blaise swore under his breath. Something bad was happening here, that much was obvious. Worse it was very likely to be Voldemort related. This was, apparently a bad day to be out. Had his parents been right to insist he remain at home? Well it was a bit too late for that now and there was still Bramble to consider.
Then inspiration struck. Whipping his wand from the back pocket of his black summer slacks, Blaise murmured a charm that allowed him to write on the brick wall just outside the shop. The lettering should remain for half an hour and fade so there would be no bloody stupid charges for befouling property or anything of the sort. Blaise simply wrote.
I went home. Please meet me there.
B
As he wrote the disconcerting feelings grew stronger than they appeared. As Blaise was finishing his note, shadows seemed to fall around him, making it more difficult to see. Cold hands grasped him as he glanced up to see towering forms in tattered hooded robes. These weren't Death Eaters. They were Dementors!
Blaise had never seen them but he'd read of them. Idly, through his shock and mild panic, he wondered if Dementors were worse than Death Eaters. Were they less intelligent, perhaps he could trick or defeat them if he managed to avoid being snogged by one of them.
Blaise considered himself an explorer of magic, and in general rather sexually open if he found a person interesting. Gender didn't always matter though he preferred girls as a rule, but he was drawing the line at Dementors. No way. No snogging Dementors for him! They may be magically interesting but they were too dangerous and too ugly!
Amusing himself through the panic seemed to help. The thoughts had flickered through his mind in less than two seconds. Two of the things had just put their hands on his arms and were shaking him. What was it that got rid of these foul monsters? Ah yes a Patronus... And what had taken him so long to think of that? It must be the strange energy these Dementors gave off...It had to be! Glad to still have his wand out from writing Bramble the note, Blaise opened his mouth to cast his Patronus when one of them hissed a question into his ear.
"Blaise Zabini! Where is Harry Potter?"
"How in the hell should I know and while we're at asking questions how is it that you know my name?"
Rather than replying with words one of the things swooped down toward his face, hideous gray scabby skin drawing closer to his own. As it turned out, plans hadn't changed and Blaise still wasn't interested in snogging Dementors. With that thought in mind he cast his Patronus in a near shout. The huge black spider leapt from his wand and the Dementors released his arms. Wasting no time, he apparated away instantly.

Blaise dashed inside, heart racing as he darted to the large web shaped wall clock in the sitting room. Bramble had about 3 more minutes before he would return to meet him in Knockturn alley. If in a minute after that the elf hadn't come home, Blaise supposed he would have to go back and look for him. Hopefully the Dementors would've shoved off by then.
"What ever is the matter with you?"" Blaise's father asked, lowering the news paper he was reading with a rustling of pages. "Your face looks strange. It's something wild around the eyes," he elaborated to Blaise's annoyance.
SHIT! What was his dad doing home? His parents were supposed to have a thing with friends, some magical museum tour or something. They'd arranged it out of paranoia just in case Grindelwald's escape went sour their whereabouts would be solidly accounted for.
Blaise turned to the short muscular Italian and took a deep breath. "I thought you were going to a thing."
His father frowned. "The museum flooded so it got called off and we didn't have time to plan anything else. Spill," he commanded.
Blaise sighed."Um...I sort of sneaked out to book shop and Dementors decided to visit Knockturn alley for whatever reason and they laid hands on me before I could escape. They asked me where stupid Harry Potter was for some reason as if I'd bloody know," he sneered.
"And they knew my name," he ended carefully.
"They knew what," his father thundered.
Somehow from the tone and glowering rageful expression, Blaise concluded that his father didn't need his words repeated. As Geo Zabini continued to shout, his Italian accent became thicker with each word.
"Did your mother and I not work obsessively to keep us all safe? Using my metamorphing abilities to keep everyone thinking she was marrying different men and killing all her husbands? Didn't we sacrifice for you?"
Blaise struggled not to sigh, knowing where this was going...and for how long. At least a good five minutes.
"Didn't we do everything we could to appear dark enough to be ignored by the Dark Lord and not seen as a threat? And did you appreciate any of that enough to even stay bloody home when such was requested?!"
Blaise opened his mouth to protest that he had gone with Bramble so should be safe. But he didn't say that. He didn't say that he was tired of being kept in a box all summer because of stupid Voldemort either. He merely opened his mouth, became wise, and shut it again.
His mother entered the room then, wearing a red dress of flowing summer silk. Her face was pinched into an expression that said clearer than words that she'd heard their conversation.
"Tell us everything from beginning to end. No summarizing," Sabra Zabini bit out.
And he did. As he spoke, the anger momentarily faded from his mother's youthful features and her face became thoughtful then excited.
"You didn't become too depressed to act! You handled the situation brilliantly! Good boy. Granted you are still in a heap of trouble but you did do well and Mummy is proud!"
Blaise blinked. "Depressed? No I don't suppose I was. I was busy. I was unsettled when I felt the change of their presence but not depressed."
People were supposed to be extremely depressed around Dementors to the point they couldn't recall a single happy incident in their whole lives. He was distracted with his new books, but could that have been enough? Likely not.
"That is amazing! It would've still been brilliant if you'd struggled through the depression but you didn't even feel it somehow," Sabra gushed.
"I suppose I felt unsettled," Blaise said.
"Well that's still not depressed. It's amazing. You are a brilliant boy."
His father looked mildly impressed but not nearly as much as his mother so Blaise doubted it would do him any good in the not getting into trouble department.
"But how did they recognize him, Geo," his mother demanded of his father, worry returning to her face to pinch her features.
"I don't feel safe," she concluded. "I don't feel that he is safe."
Her blue eyes became nearly wild with panic as she gazed at his father.
"Those creatures have never been known to recognize people and they don't need to start with my boy!"
"What if the Dark Lord heard of him through the Malfoys," Geo asked. "We did tell him to be polite to Draco to stay on the right end of not being in his radar. Though that should have nothing to do with Potter," he concluded doubtfully. "Never mind that then."
Being polite to Malfoy had been nearly impossible and had it not been a direct parental order, Blaise likely wouldn't have. He was boring and stupid and a git who thought he was way better than he actually was. And he looked like a rodent besides.
"That's it. We're going to Hogwarts. It's the safest place right now," Sabra decided. "Everyone go pack. Where is Bramble?"
Hogwarts? Before term began? Blaise opened his mouth to violently protest when Bramble apparated in.
"Bramble got Master Blaise's message on the outside of the shop. What happened," the elf asked, then his face fell when he registered Blaise's parents.
Blaise sighed as his mother recounted the Dementor encounter before he could do so.
"And don't believe for a minute that you aren't in for it for taking him," Sabra told the elf. "We didn't order you not to, but you should know when we give him an order you aren't to help him out of it."
"But he makes Bramble," the elf protested, shooting Blaise a dark look of resentment. Sabra only glared.
"Go and pack for Hogwarts, the both of you," she said briskly.
"I don't want to go to Hogwarts," Blaise protested. He was feeling vast amounts of depression set in even though the Dementors were gone. The thought of being stuck in Hogwarts during the last month of summer, such a rubbish school compared to the likes of Durmstrang, could do that to one.
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