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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 didn't consider calling Bramble to apparate them to the headmaster's office until they were completely out of the great hall. Amazing sex had addled his brain. Yet another new experience Gellert had given him...the brain addling. Only Gellert got to him like this. The beautiful wizard was practically cloaked in magic and power and a light oddly like the sun in spite of the fact he was obviously as dark minded as Blaise. With a sigh of regret that their addictive physical contact was over for the moment, Blaise called aloud for Bramble.

The elf appeared in front of them with a crack and an inquisitive look.
"We need to go to Dumbledore's office and I don't want to take the time to walk or even run there. The sorting hat told Gellert that there is a security breach," Blaise explained and the elf grabbed each of their hands without a word, apparating them to Dumbledore's office.

"Bramble will bring Master and Mistress. They will wish to be aware," the elf said then apparated away. Blaise knocked firmly on the door and for the sake of expedience called out,"Headmaster. It's an emergency."
The door opened in a matter of seconds and Blaise was surprised to see 2 others in the office past Dumbledore's shoulder. One was a slightly odd looking house elf with a sharply hooked nose and the other a youth with shoulder length dark hair and a slight build. He looked about Blaise's own age. Gellert's age as well now considering the youthening potion, Blaise thought. He'd never seen the boy before, so he wasn't a Hogwarts student. Blaise felt his curiosity spike in spite of the situation.

Gellert thrust the hat at Dumbledore and said,"According to the hat there appears to be a breach in security."
Like Blaise he was getting directly to the point. Albus only appeared mildly concerned.
"Thank you both. I've never been warned by the hat before...That is indeed interesting."
As he spoke, the hand that wasn't holding the hat lifted to push up his half moon spectacles.
"Though this time it may not be a dangerous breech. We'll still check it out to be sure, though."

"I'll do it, Headmaster. I'll be back in a few minutes."
The soft husky voice had come from the strange young man and he was already moving toward the door as he spoke.
"Kreacher is coming. Kreacher will apparate us outside," the elf said, speaking to the youth, and placing an oddly tender hand on his arm, face turned up to him as he spoke.

The two vanished and Blaise looked to the headmaster.
"Who was that?"
Albus opened his mouth to reply, but Sabra Zabini's voice spoke from behind Blaise and Gellert before he could do so.
"Gods that looked like Regulus Black!"
"Isn't he dead,"Blaise asked.
"We feared so," Albus said gravely.
"Only a few people are aware that he indeed lives, so I must request that you all keep this to yourselves."

"It really is Regulus Black? You know we're good at keeping secrets," Sabra said. "We have plenty of our own."

"Very good," Albus said, nodding and giving her a friendly smile. "Come in, all of you, and I'll catch you up to speed."
Once everyone was inside the office with the door firmly shut against prying ears, the headmaster explained how Regulus Black had faked his own death by becoming a vampire. He'd stayed away to keep his family safe, unaware that Voldemort lived until recently.
"So you see, he may have inadvertently set off the alarms on the grounds when he came to speak with me," Albus said, gaze moving to Gellert. "A vampire would be considered a threat by the wards."

"He came here to talk to you because he's going to help against Voldemort,"Sabra asked and Albus nodded.
"He will take Harry's training over from Severus, so perhaps the boy will actually make some progress. Severus is talented but he and Harry just can't seem to get along in spite of the great necessity that they do so."

For once, Blaise saw a flash of irritated exasperation on the headmaster's usually calm and tranquil face.
Blaise couldn't keep a derisive smirk from crossing his own face, and in truth he didn't try that hard to suppress the expression. Perhaps it was Potter's lack of talent that got in the way most of all, but saying as much wouldn't help the situation so as he often did, Blaise kept his unpopular opinions to himself. Sensing Gellert's warm gaze on him, he looked at the blonde. Gellert's eyes met his, alight with amused curiosity.
"Later,' Blaise mouthed, silently promising an explanation.
Gellert flashed a grin and winked to show his understanding.
"So who is Regulus Black," he asked the room at large.

"We went to school together. He was a good student and a nice enough kid, but like so many dark wizards, he chose to follow Voldemort," Sabra replied.
"There was some scandal and he vanished. Many assumed Voldemort tried to kill him for backing out for some reason. He was so devoted to Voldemort it was always strange to ponder...Something was obviously missing about that story."
Sabra looked curiously at Albus who nodded.
"Regulus discovered one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. He was the first to do so, but this was after he already lost faith. That happened when Voldemort nearly killed Kreacher. Regulus and Kreacher are very close. "The tragedy is that even Kreacher believed him to be dead until recently due to a grievous misunderstanding. Voldemort has hurt so many people," the headmaster concluded sadly.

"Wait, you said one of his Horcruxes," Sabra exclaimed.
A brief glance at his father and Gellert showed that both were equally taken aback as was Blaise. Making one Horcrux was repugnant, but there were more?
"I am afraid so," Albus said.
"I speculate that there may be seven. I have a theory concerning Voldemort's obsession with this school and its founders, but I am still exploring that."

"If there is anything we can do to help," Gellert said and albus nodded.
"I will keep you updated, of course."
Sabra sighed, giving her head of long blonde hair a disgusted shake.
"So many of his followers wrongly believed him to be like Gellert, I think and, like Regulus, enough of them were eventually disappointed," she said.
Albus nodded. "Yes and many more who didn't follow him were hurt as well, having their lives turned to dust when families and friends were destroyed by his evil."
"If we can just end the bastard and get it over with," Geo muttered darkly and as one everyone grimly nodded their silent agreement.

"We've made arrangements to return home tomorrow," Sabra told Albus. "I want to thank you for your kind hospitality."
"Of course," Albus said.
"Any time our students or their families are in need of protection the doors to Hogwarts shall always be open."

"We get to go home," Blaise asked, turning eagerly to his parents. "Gellert can come along so we can work on making items, can't he?"

"We've got some of my side of the family coming to visit, just to make it extra safe," Geo answered his son with a relaxed grin.
"And sure, Gellert is welcome to come along as long as Wolfgang has no objection. I can't see why he'd mind."

Gellert felt his body stiffen in spite of himself. He hated feeling like a child that the stupid half giant or half troll or whatever he was got to 'allow' to do anything. He was Gellert Grindelwald. He never asked permission! He took what he wanted, did what he wanted, and escaped all attempts to hold him sooner or later. Only this time the half giant or half troll or whatever he was had freed him. Though the troll should be the beast on the end of the chain, he held Gellrt's collar instead. The blonde knew it and resented it. Still he didn't dare resist because if he got locked up in Nurmengard again...he just couldn't get locked up in Nurmengard again.

A knock came on the headmaster's door, breaking into Gellert's thoughts.

When Dumbledore opened it, Regulus and his elf stood on the other side.
"I must have set off the alarms, Headmaster," Regulus said softly, his gaze dropping in embarrassment and discomfort as everyone in the room turned to look at him.
"We double checked and all is undisturbed."
"Thank you, Regulus...Kreacher," Albus said politely as he stepped back to allow the two to enter the office.

"Regulus! Welcome to the dead club,"Sabra said stepping forward to offer the youth an amused smile.
"I'm famous for killing all my husbands, and this one right here has died 7 times for that fun little trick, but it's kept us off of Voldemort's radar. Anyway, vampirism looks good on you. You've not aged a day," she concluded dryly.
"Sabra, isn't it," Regulus said with a polite smile and she nodded. "And let me guess, your husband is an unregistered metamorphagus?" He arched a slim dark brow, intelligent blue eyes a mix of amused and curious.
"That's right," Sabra said, nodding approvingly.

"Master Regulus is the most brilliant wizard there is," the hook nosed elf muttered proudly as if to himself.
"He always figures out the puzzles that make up secrets."
Regulus glanced down at the elf, open fondness in his eyes as he smiled at him.
"You are too kind, old friend."
"Kreacher is never kind," the elf protested, smiling fondly in return, expression plainly belying the words.

"We were in Slytherin together, but he was a few years younger," Sabra explained turning to Gellert who wordlessly nodded.
"You discovered this Voldemort's horcrux," he asked Regulus, more intrigued by this than the man's faked death for the moment.

Regulus nodded. "I did. I went back to the cave once with my father and we worked an identifying charm on it. There is a charm that will tell if an item is a horcrux," he unnecessarily clarified his words.
"But why didn't you come back when everyone believed Voldemort to be dead," Sabra asked.
Regulus stiffened as the elf at his side drew in a breath, his face crumbling into a look of abject misery. Gellert found himself looking away in discomfort. Blaise shifted at his side and their eyes met, both silently agreeing that indeed the moment was an uncomfortable one.

"I knew little of vampires when I chose to become one in an attempt to save myself from Voldemort's vengeance. I became very ill from the lake of inferi or rather its water. It was weeks until I could even sit up and hold a quill in order to write Kreacher from where my maker had taken me into hiding. I wrote him several times and never heard back so I wrongly assumed he wanted nothing to do with me. And how could I blame him? I nearly got him killed by choosing to follow a twisted mad man, after all." Regulus said carefully, obviously trying to restrain his own emotions on the matter for the elf at his side.

"Kreacher would never," the elf spoke, low gravely voice breaking.
Uncomfortable!
"Perhaps we should go and work on some enchanted items to win ourselves some points," Gellert murmured to Blaise who hastily nodded.
"As it turns out, Kreacher never received any of the letters," Regulus said as Blaise opened the door to the headmaster's office.
"Oh Gellert I have something for you,"Sabra said as the two turned to go.
"It's a crystal quartz wand from Mag. She said she can make you a more personalized one later but she wanted you to have something for the moment. These are twice as strong as wooden wands as quartz amplifies. Mag has made these for everyone working against Voldemort in our group," she said, reaching into a black sequined shoulder bag with a webbed pattern on the front.
She drew out a natural crystal wand banded in gleaming red copper.

"She chose this for you and said the copper is healing and amplifying so works well with the crystal and your own abilities," she said, her mildly vague tone obviously implying she had memorized rather than completely comprehended the meaning of the message.
Gellert's eyes widened slightly in interest as he took the wand into his hands. It was around 9 inches long and seemed to hum with power. It felt really good to have a wand again and the fact he'd never worked with a crystal of any sort before made it all the more intriguing for him. This was a time of so many changes, not all comfortable but those that were made everything worth while.

"Thank you...I will thank her personally when I see her again, please pass on the sentiment if you see her first."
"Sure,"Sabra said with a nod.
"It was nice to meet both of you," Blaise said politely, nodding to Regulus and Kreacher.
Regulus smiled and nodded back.
"You as well. Seeing those I went to school with having grown children of their own is disconcerting, though, I must admit."

"Only one child if that makes you feel any better," Albus said with a chuckle.
"This particular young man happens to be Gellert Grindelwald."

Regulus gaped.
"The...Grindelwald?"
He looked at Sabra, then to Gellert, obviously taking in their shared blonde hair and blue eyes. Blaise understood how he could assume they were related, though upon closer inspection Sabra's hair was a little darker and her eyes a little lighter. Gellert's tresses were curly while Sabra's were straight.

"It's a bit of a secret, but the three of you are all such accomplished wizards, I have a feeling you may be working together eventually, and today seems to be one for sharing secrets and knowledge," Albus said.

"But how," Regulus asked.
"You look so young!"

"A draft of life potion," Gellert replied with a slight smile.
"Someone kindly bought it for me, and as you can see it has worked quite well."
"Indeed," Regulus said, impressed.
"I do hope to speak with you again. Your accomplishments are quite fascinating."

"Likewise," Gellert said.
He and Blaise left Dumbledore's office then and headed directly to the Slytherin boy's dorms. Gellert couldn't keep his body from heating as his mind returned to what had happened there last night. He was most definitely ready to relive the experience.

"Those wands are brilliant," Blaise was saying.
"I really love mine. And you see how well it cleans us up after sex. Most definitely twice as strong as a wooden wand."
Gellert chuckled and nodded, recalling how smoothly Blaise's scourgifying spells had been done. Blaise's wand was shorter and unlike Gellert's it was round and unfaceted. Rather than being clear it was also nearly black. Smoky quartz.

As if reading his mind, Blaise drew out his wand and chuckled.
"It's way shorter than yours, but it's the shit. I love it, and I've got enough in my pants not to feel insecure to have a short wand."

Gellert laughed, eyes warming on the other man.
"Indeed you do."
Once they were back in their dorm room with the door closed, Blaise flopped onto the bed they'd shared the previous night. He drew a notebook and quill toward him with a flick of his wand from where they lay on the desk.
"Just making a few notes on the sorting hat," he said.
"Sounds good," Gellert agreed, but noticed his mind wandering from work to the inviting way Blaise looked stretched out on the bed, all long lanky elegance.
Somehow even after only a day, his reaction to Blaise felt surprisingly natural and easy. Wandering over he settled beside Blaise on the mattress.
"So why are your relatives coming to stay with you," Gellert asked, lightly taking the notebook and quill from Blaise's hands and placing them on the bedside table.

"Because they're from the Italian Cabal. Rather like a wizarding mob, but I'm sure you're aware of that," Blaise said, hoping he wasn't babbling because Gellert had just begun kissing his neck and...Blaise's mind was finding it difficult to function.
Gellert's slender body covered Blaise's own and it felt more than amazing.
"Gods, Gellert," he managed, hands tangling in the other man's blonde locks before running over his back and shoulders.

"Familial connections to the magical Mafia," Gellert murmured against his neck. "Nice."
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