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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 felt his face flushing when Blaise mentioned Mrs. Zabini helping him try on his shoes at the clothes shop. He'd never really been taken care of by anyone other than himself, and certainly never been mothered. His own died when he was very young and his great aunt, while kind, had no children of her own and thus no mothering genes what so ever. She had been friendly if distant and provided for him accordingly with kindness and distance.
"I suppose your mother was taken with my candor then. Perhaps it is refreshing in a world where wizards always lie, to protect not only their lives but also their reputation. I didn't feel as if I had anything of the kind to lose. Nor did I think for a second that such a stern looking witch would be taken with any fables. Not that I could come up with any on the spur of the moment to save my life," he said honestly, chuckling.
"So I was taken off guard by Mrs. Zabini demanding a private audience with me, and no way out of it but through the truth. I saw, and you just confirmed, that my simple truth had quite unexpected if rewarding consequences. Incidentally, I feel that is how some of my best spells were contrived as well," he shared, knowing that if anyone would understand his unusual applications of magic, it was Blaise.
"On the spur of the moment, driven by necessity, with my acute understanding of my limitations and an instant spark of awareness which connected my knowledge of spells to what needed to be done in the given moment."
Blaise nodded.
"So perhaps at times over thinking can be a bad thing and perhaps pressure utilizes other areas of the brain," Blaise speculated.
Blaise, always possessing a cool head, had truly never felt much pressure in his life so the thought was...interesting.
Gellert nodded.
"So it seems."
"And just like magic, my not having time to overthink this interrogation by your mother worked in our favor surprisingly well. I must say that I had my doubts initially. I did not know what would happen, what your mother might do. Who she might turn to to voice her complaint," Gellert admitted, the unease he felt coming out in a thickening of his German accent as he spoke.
"A thought was circulating in my mind that perhaps I am done for. This could be one of those things the half giant was warning me about. Me making a misstep that he cautioned would cost me dear. But I did not see how I could hide this thing between us from your mother. And honestly it felt wrong somehow, to state anything but the truth. I am not sure why, but it did. What a bit of luck that it did not actually cost us dear," Grindelwald mused, his smile clearly strained now.
The fear in Gellert's eyes as he spoke, the uncertainty from such a proud strong leader and brilliant wizard as was Gellert Grindelwald tugged at Blaise's heart in a way that made him want to protect and shelter someone for the first time in his life. He drew Gellert almost gently into his arms, one hand running softly through those beautiful golden locks.
"I get how ridiculous this must sound, but I swear I'll always protect you from anyone no matter what. Anyone who wants to come after you or us for anything will wish they hadn't, I swear it. I've always got your back, Gellert, no matter what." He kissed him then not caring if anyone happened to walk into the Great Hall. In truth it was as if the world had shrunk down to only the two of them and no one else was relevant.
(Cue music soundtrack, I got you, by Bebe Rexha)
Gellert was breathless and not complaining about it as he clung to Blaise, accepting the comfort that was so freely given. Were it from anyone else it would've held little weight but from Blaise, it held a surprising amount and served to make Gellert feel safe. Until Nurmengard he wouldn't have believed he needed such. Perhaps he hadn't, or perhaps it was simply that Blaise hadn't been there.
The sound of a briskly cleared throat interrupted the moment followed by the noise of high heals clicking their way up to the staff table. "I have a vitamin drink for you, Gellert," Mrs. Zabini announced.
"I made Pomfrey mix it up so drink it right now while it's fresh."
She pushed a green glass bottle into Gellert's hand. She didn't comment on the interrupted embrace for which Blaise was grateful.
"Just because that potion returned your youth, doesn't mean it returned your health," Sabra continued firmly to Gellert.
"I want Pomfrey to check your blood too so we can see just how everything is, so come along with me to the hospital wing once you've gotten that drink into you. I'm going to have her return your blood to me once she's finished testing it and I shall give it to you. Never trust anyone with your blood," she concluded firmly, and Blaise smiled, feeling a sudden warm affection for his paranoid mother.
He loved his parents very much, but at times they could drive him ape shit. At others, though, they could be very wise not to mention sharp when it came to thinking ahead and preventing trouble before it came calling. He supposed that always made him feel safe. A good and pleasant thing when it didn't drive him up a bloody wall like with the stupid Dementor business yesterday.
"A drink?" Gellert questioned and his voice sounded a little startled to his own ears.
It was almost as if he didn't know what it was he was offered. It was of course the unexpected interruption that threw him off. He felt that the prison years did not break him too much. He could still possibly do a few things at a time, so long as none required any amount of deep concentration. Unfortunately for him, his interaction with Blaise proved even more enveloping than he had imagined it to be at the time. His mind found it rather difficult to extricate itself and adjust. Especially considering the relatively recent source of fear he was just discussing with the younger Zabini.
"Yes, Mam. I am aware of the intricate spells that can be done with one's blood. Being a romantic slave seems like the worst of the stories I have come across. There was a case in Belgium documenting basically a living Inferi. Well for all intents and purposes it was an Inferi, if not in name, strictly speaking."
"Romantic enslavement is your worst fear," Sabra Zabini asked incredulously, tossing back her head and laughing outright. "I was thinking more along the lines of a constant tracker via your blood or some complicated death curses or...well there is no reason to give you nightmares." Her light amused smile didn't seem to match her colorful descriptions unless one knew her well.
Indeed he'd had enough nightmares even if her descriptions were darkly amusing, Gellert thought as he drank down the contents of the bottle. The taste was pleasingly fruity rather than the bitter medicinal draft he was expecting. It seemed some things improved over fifty years time after all.
"That's a good drink. I appreciate it, and the concern for my blood," Grindelwald added sincerely, his calm slowly returning.
Placing the bottle on the table he stood.
"I am ready to have my blood tested, then. Is Blaise coming with us," he wondered with some uncertainty, not wishing to betray his dependence on the younger Zabini.
Sabra shrugged, smile dryly ironic.
"I assume he plans to. Though afterward it would really be wise of the two of you to actually get to work rather than to one another. Save that for...when the rest of us are asleep. Adler does expect productivity. It's what you were freed for, after all," she told Gellert.
Her expression softened suddenly as she placed a hand on his slender shoulder.
"I can't imagine what you have to be going through right now. Were it up to me and were there no Voldemort with whom to contend, I would allow you as much time as you need to acclimate to being freed from an undeserved fifty years in a prison of your own making! And you do need to take things slowly so that your health and strength may be regained. I'll tell Adler that myself. But all the same, we do have a mad man to get rid of and we need all the help we can get."
"Especially with the end outcome having to depend on Harry bloody Incompetent Potter of all people," Blaise said, sensual lips curving down into a sneer of disgust as he rose and pointedly took Gellert's hand.
"And of course I was going to come with you. You can't keep me away!"
Gellert's hand tightened on Blaise's and he gave the other wizard a warm smile that Blaise would swear could heat his very soul. Grindelwald was truly living magic in the purest form and yes he was aware of how bloody silly it sounded, but it didn't make it any less true.
Sabra shot an accusing frown at her son. It was as if by speaking he'd drawn her negative attention.
"And you! I'm pleased to have raised a little predator, but not a sexual one. Let the man regain his feet before throwing your web at him."
"Noone ensnares Gellert Grindelwald if he isn't interested, Mother, and..." He found himself faltering for the mere fact that anything else he could've said was far more than he wanted to speak aloud.
To his mother or perhaps even to Gellert. If he blathered on too much about how he felt, it may very well scare off the only person he'd ever had a deep connection with. Then again Gellert didn't scare easily and Blaise was aware enough of himself to realize he was projecting his own feelings onto the other man. Blaise did not like it when girls became overly attached to him and to say he did not like it was putting it mildly. That didn't mean Gellert would feel the same when it came to the two of them. It was entirely different. They truly had something and those girls didn't even know him before they became all obsessed which clearly indicated their own shortcomings.
Realizing that he wasn't going to continue speaking, only glaring, Sabra Zabini sighed, shaking her head at her son. "I realize that. I just mean, letting him settle in for a bit wouldn't have hurt," she said almost gently.
Blaise frowned. "I think the timing was perfect and what we both needed, mother, but in truth it's no affair of yours."
Sabra gave a slight frown but shrugged elegantly. "Fair enough. Lets get that blood work done now."
As they all headed together from the great hall, Blaise looked over at his Mum.
"And thanks, Mum, for thinking about it."
It was practical that Sabra considered Gellert's health but also kind in her way and Blaise did appreciate that she took an interest in someone he so obviously had begun to care for.
When they were just outside of the hospital wing, Sabra stopped and turned to Gellert.

"Pomfrey, the resident healer, isn't aware of your identity, Gellert, so I told her you're a family friend who is staying with us," she said.
"I don't believe Pomfrey to be on the wrong side of things, particularly, but that isn't an indication that she should be aware of such delicate information either."
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and led the way into the hospital wing, opening the door with an imperious flick of her wand. Before long Gellert's blood had been drawn and the two were free to go. Madam Pomfrey promised to have the results as well as whatever supplements may be needed to Gellert by breakfast and Sabra planned to wait until the tests were run to personally reclaim the blood herself. The process should take less than an hour, but Blaise was still surprised his mum would sit about and wait for that long with nothing to do. Surprised and oddly grateful, so he gave her a brief hug and murmur of thanks upon departing the hospital wing. To his surprise, a flushed faced Gellert did the same, his embrace hasty and awkward, but Sabra smiled and patted his back before waving them away.
"Lets see if Dumbledore is in his office," Blaise told Gellert once they were out of the hospital wing.
He was ready to get right to work if only to escape the discomfort of his mum being all...mum on overdrive.
"I'd like to get the sorting hat into our hands for a bit so we can study it and he'll need to hand it over. If he isn't around, we'll look for Snape. He can probably get the hat for us or at least track down Dumbledore," he explained.
Fortunately for them, the headmaster was in, though he looked none too pleased to see them. Gellert remained quiet while Blaise talked, only smirking slightly at the headmaster of Hogwarts with a wild amused sparkle in his eyes. The expression made Blaise want to grab him and snog the hell out of him there and then. Once again he was amazed at the impact Gellert had on him. .hell!
"Headmaster," he greeted with a polite nod.
"We'd like very much to study the sorting hat. We feel the opportunity to study its enchantments could be useful to the work we're doing which includes some items to up the defenses on this school."
"I don't see why not," Dumbledore answered after a few seconds of consideration.
Blaise didn't bother to restrain the pleased smile that bloomed across his face.
"I've truly always wanted to study the sorting hat, but never had a legitimate reason before," he admitted, unable to hide his excitement on the matter.
To get his hands on something enchanted by the founders...something Slytherin himself had put his talents into, it was truly an amazing opportunity for someone with Blaise's interest in enchantments! A sidelong glance at Gellert's eager expression showed Blaise that he felt the same way.
"Had you asked to examine the hat I certainly would have allowed it, Mr. Zabini," Albus Dumbledore replied with a slight look of bemused amusement on his bearded countenance.
"Well,"Blaise said, surprised and floundering a bit to hide as much. "Well thank you, Headmaster."
"I'll just get the hat now," Albus said and ducked back into his office without inviting them to follow. Likely he didn't want them to see precisely where it was, Blaise silently speculated. That hardly mattered so long as they could examine it, he supposed. Soon the headmaster was back, sorting hat in hand. He passed it over to Blaise and said, "You may have it until dinner time. I will collect it then and if you require it again, I shall let you borrow it. I need to reclaim it each night, though, as were anything to befall it beyond anyone's control I would be responsible."
Blaise nodded and thanked Dumbledore, while wondering what could happen to the hat at night were it not locked away in the headmaster's office. Could Voldemort possibly spirit it away while they were sleeping? Hopefully not but who wanted that responsibility, Blaise thought as he and Gellert turned to go.
"Where would you like to study the hat," Blaise asked Gellert as they navigated the stairs leading away from Dumbledore's office.
Gellert smirked again in that mischievous way that made Blaise want to snog both of them breathless.
"The dining hall seems suitable. Then we'll be there when he comes to collect it later. We wouldn't want to lose track of time and send him into fits of worry were we elsewhere, after all."
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