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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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"How did your practice go," Dumbledore asked.
He and Ms. Karkaroff were already at the staff table eating lunch when the others arrived.
"You all look tired," Ms. Karkaroff said with a cheerful smile.
"Hopefully that means it vent vell?"
Blaise couldn't help but stare at the woman, wondering if her very shapely chest was going to pop right out of her dress robes. He bit back an amused smile, wondering what old Dumbledore would do if it did. Would it make his day or give him a heartattack? Blaise decided either was equally likely though the former was more difficult to picture.
"It went very well," Kereston said with a smile.
"Having double strength wands really helps," she added, giving Mag a grateful look.
"Will you be wanting a crystal wand, Ms, Karkaroff," Mag asked.
"No," Bera Karkaroff and Albus Dumbledore spoke the word in unison.
"No thank you," Bera added quickly.
"My father gave me my wand, you see, and it is very sentimental for me. I could never imagine using another."
Blaise and Gellert exchanged a look before both returned their attention to the plates of ham, potatoes and salad before them. Who would turn down a wand double the strength of a wooden one, even for sentimental reasons? Not to mention the fervent 'no' said by Bera and Albus at once had been odd. At least it wasn't a dangerous sort of odd, Blaise reasoned. Dumbledore was the last person to be doing anything unacceptable.
"How long are you planning to be here, Ms, Karkaroff," Snape asked with an annoyed frown that he didn't bother hiding.
Before answering, Bera Karkaroff gave Albus a nervous sidelong glance that he didn't seem to see as his focus was on the bowl of soup in front of him.
"I vos hoping to remain for a few weeks...in order to vork on the arrangements for our two schools. Also I do not feel particularly safe right now vith my school empty and Voldemort...the devil knows vere," she ended in a subdued undertone, her gaze dropping to the embroidered lap of her burgundy velvet dress robes.
"That sounds fine," Albus assured, absent mindedly patting her arm.
At that, she gave him a radiant smile which he missed, due to his distracted gaze having already returned to his soup. Blaise found himself wondering how that compromising position Gellert had seen the two in in his vision would ever come to pass at this rate...Then Eue! The idea of Dumbledore and a hot chick doing that was just...no...He couldn't think about it anymore...Instead he glanced back at his plate of food imagining Gellert naked under him on the staff table...Now that was better, and he was distracted!
"When did you want to work with me on what we spoke of yesterday concerning my interactions with Voldemort in the pensieve, Mr. Grindelwald," Snape asked.
"Some time after he makes my and Wolfgang's amulets," Millicent said firmly before Gellert could answer.
"That sounds about right," Gellert said through gritted teeth, glaring at his plate rather than Millicent, the Lady Troll. He could not address her as he truly wished to, because he did not wish to risk returning to Nurmengard, he firmly reminded himself, viciously biting into a slice of ham that was skewered on his fork.
"Of course, because your amulet is definitely more important than Mr. Grindelwald quickly gaining an understanding of the dark lord," Snape drawled.
Millicent smiled.
"Damn right."
"If you can be available in a few hours, I can as well, Mr. Snape," Gellert said.
"It is half past twelve now, so why don't we meet in my office at three," Severus suggested and Gellert nodded.
"We're meeting every morning here for the defense practice, so just give us our pendants tomorrow at breakfast," Millicent told Blaise and Gellert.
After lunch, Blaise and Gellert headed directly for their dorm room to work on the amulets for Millicent and Wolfgang. As he'd done last night, Gellert dumped the bag of small silver pendants out onto the bed and began looking through them.
"A pity there aren't any hideous designs here," he complained.
"I did want to find something fitting to match the both of them."
Blaise chuckled as he sat down on the bed beside Gellert.
"Wolfgang isn't abrasive like Millie and she's usually not so bad to friends."
"Oh really," Gellert challenged, looking up with a mutinous frown that wasn't directed at Blaise, but more toward his memory of the troll like couple in question.
"I found both to be rather abrasive upon our first encounter.
"Really," Blaise asked, surprised.
"Wolfgang definitely thinks well enough of you to free you from Nurmengard, so that's odd."
"If that is the case, their way of showing it through greeting me with threats and ultimatums rather than words of admiration leaves much to be desired."
"That honestly is a surprise, and I'm sorry they treated you unpleasantly," Blaise said.
Though the words were strange coming off his tongue, he meant them when speaking them to Gellert.
""I think I shall speak to them about it when we can get a moment alone. Wolfgang has always been open and friendly to other dark minded individuals as it were, so this feels odd."
"Well I suppose that's good to know," Gellert said half heartedly.
"Whatever you're worried about him doing, I promise, it won't be an issue, " Blaise said, reaching to draw Gellert into his arms.
"I told you, I got you...No matter what I won't let you ever go back to Nurmengard or anywhere else you don't want to go for that matter."
Gellert supposed he should feel that a boy couldn't have such influence or resources, but resting against Blaise's chest was comforting and he believed the other's words.
"What if he tried," he found himself asking softly.
"To return me to Nurmengard, that is."
"Well...I'd get my parents to help protect you and if that didn't work for some odd reason, you and I would just leave. I can get my hands on a lot of gold fast and I'm sure you have some ideas of where we could go if we didn't wish to be found."
He'd go away with him! Though the words weren't truly surprising, considering the connection the two of them had, they were pleasing and reassuring to Gellert's ears nonetheless.
"Thank you," he said, lifting his face to find Blaise's lips with his own.
"You don't have to thank me for being there for you as a good friend should. Besides, I know I couldn't stand being away from you...from this," Blaise replied, hands running through Gellert's blonde curls as he kissed him again.
As they sank back onto the bed together, Blaise felt all traces of his earlier ridiculous jealousy fading away with the feel of Gellert's silk hair under his fingers and his lean body against Blaise's own. What did it matter if Albus Dumbledore shared a joke with Gellert about Aberforth and goats? It was Blaise with his hands in Gellert's soft locks, and Blaise who was about to take him to heights of ecstasy right now. No one else. Gellert was here on the bed with HIM and that said all there was to say.
"Mine," Blaise murmured against his mouth as Gellert drew him closer.
"That word could've made Gellert recoil in years past. He was no one's possession, but the word 'mine' coming from Blaise was somehow freeing.
"Yes," he replied.
"And you are mine."
"Good," Blaise said and the two didn't speak again for over half an hour.
When they were dressed once more, Blaise gathered all the amulets that had scattered under them back into their little pile in the center of the bed.
"What about this tiny little wand charm for Wolfgang, and the little ornate triquetra for Millie," Blaise suggested and Gellert shrugged carelessly.
"That's fine. Now lets get this over with."
Blaise doubted Gellert would warm to the couple until Blaise himself managed to sort out whatever had happened between them. Wolfgang was always so friendly and easy going, always ready to listen to what someone else had to say even if he was, somewhat the leader of their little group. Blaise believed Gellert without question but it was still odd. An hour and a half later they were finished with the pendants, and Blaise placed them into the pocket that held his wand so he'd remember to give them to Millie and Wolfgang tomorrow. The two were a little early when they arrived at Snape's office. The door was unlocked so Blaise opened it after a short knock to find Albus and Bera there with Severus. Severus didn't look at all happy, but the other two wore neutral expressions that were more difficult to read.
"We'll just let the three of you get to it," Albus said, standing to leave a little too hastily or so it seemed to Blaise and Gellert.
"Cheer up, Severus. You'll do fine."
"WHAT EVER," Severus Snape enunciated, glaring as the two left.
"I assume whatever that was has nothing to do with the current situation," Gellert asked hopefully.
Severus sighed, sinking down into the chair behind his neatly arranged desk. A shiny pensieve stood in its center.
"Not directly. At least not as far as you are concerned. Everyone thinks Albus died because he believes this will bring Voldemort out of hiding and more into the open where he will supposedly be careless enough for even Potter to manage to kill him. As part of this charming little plan I'm stuck being Headmaster of Hogwarts as if playing double agent isn't piling enough on my mental plate," Snape said venomously.
"He thinks I'm going to work with that woman in his stead! I'm not into helping others for no reason and she and her weakness aren't my problems, especially right now."
"Understood," Gellert said with a sympathetic nod.
"She doesn't have magic," Severus exploded.
"She's a bloody Squib! They just dropped this on me making it my problem. With a Squib running one school, it means if there is true trouble I'm running both when I didn't even want the responsibility of one!"
"I can't believe they're allowing a Squib to run Durmstrang," Gellert said.
"Much more has changed during the past fifty years than even I suspected."
"Oh not so much as all that," Severus assured dryly.
"They aren't aware that she's a Squib. It's her little secret or rather Igor Karkaroff's little secret. He was her father, and a former Death Eater. Death Eaters are the followers of Voldemort in the most inner of circles as it were," he explained.
"Karkaroff didn't want the shame of having other wizards know that he had a Squib daughter so he had a special wand crafted for her. Apparently when she holds the wand she can perform magic like any other wizard, but it must be that wand."
"Interesting craftsmanship," Gellert said.
Blaise nodded.
"The maker must have stored a ton of magic in it and linked it to her."
He looked to Gellert.
"Well at least now we know why she wasn't interested in one of Mag's wands."
"Indeed," Severus drawled.
"And if there is a fight and she loses that wand, Albus expects me to help and I have enough to deal with."
"Understandable on your part," Gellert said.
Severus sighed again, running a hand through his lank black hair while pulling the pensieve toward him with the other.
There is nothing to be done about it today, and you came here to learn of Voldemort. Let us get to work, shall we?"
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