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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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In the morning,, they were off to Sabra's side of the family for Christmas day even before breakfast. Gellert had no idea what to expect, but as they were back in England, he at least knew there would be fluent English spoken. Sabra's parents were an interesting mix of formal and relaxed. They congratulated him on his 'release' from Nurmengard and thanked him for what he was doing to help against Voldemort. This serve to gratify him on one hand, and gall him on the other because due to the blasted prophesy he was truly limited in what he could do against the ridiculous current dark lord. He admitted this while thanking them. This led to an interesting discussion shared by all present about prophesies over Christmas breakfast.

Breakfast consisted of holiday blintzes stuffed with cranberries, dried fig and chopped walnuts with Bavarian cream, topped with cinnamon. The family's house elf was dressed as Santa, and was very friendly and cheerful. He made an amusing contrast to the overly serious Bramble who sat beside Geo, carefully eating a fully stuffed blintz. The most interesting member of the family was Blaise's uncle, Sabra's brother Basilio. He was tall like Blaise but a bit more muscular. Unlike Sabra and her blonde father, her mother and Basilio both had dark brown hair.

Upon introduction, Basilio described himself as a confirmed wanderlust addict and thrill seeker, and Gellert liked him at once.
"You and Blaise man," Basilio stated expansively after polishing off his second blintz.
"I mean I'd not know what to think were it any other bloke, cause he used to like the girls, but you're Grindelwald...so I'm down!"

By that point, Gellert, Basilio, Blaise, Geo, and Bramble were the only ones left stuffing themselves at the table.
"I agree," Gellert said with a wide grin.
"I am the best ever. Do I get to call you uncle Bas?"
Basilio laughed, giving his head an incredulous shake."Sure. Why the hell not? You're only nearly three times my age, but what the hell. It'll be fun!"

"These days, I'm as old as I look, which is something I plan to enjoy to the fullest," Gellert said.
"I bet," Basilio agreed.
"That's certainly a brilliant potion that Mr. Adler came across. I may want to borrow that scroll my damn self when the years start creeping up on me."
"Won't we all," Geo laughed.

While they waited for Christmas lunch, Basilio regaled Gellert and Blaise with stories of his most recent travels.
"I just got paid a shit-ton for removing the scales and skin from a recently dead dragon. The bloke that paid me plans to make purses out of the stuff and boots and who knows what else."
"It wasn't terribly dangerous if the dragon was dead, was it," Blaise asked.
Glancing at Gellert he clarified, "Just for uncle Basilio this seems rather a tame and risk free venture."

Basilio chuckled.
"I mean...THAT dragon was dead, and even of natural causes, but its mate and children were still quite alive."
"Ah," Blaise said, nodding.
"Now that sounds about right."
"So you put the others to sleep then," Gellert speculated, eyes alight with intrigued anticipation of a good story.
He wasn't disappointed.
"No," Basilio said, leaning back in his chair and sprawling his long legs out in front of him.
"I just fed them...A lot...So they were busy eating nice fire roasted pigs and I didn't seem nearly so interesting."

After a delicious lunch of turkey, chestnut dressing, roast vegetables and figgy pudding, gifts were exchanged. Blaise and Gellert gave Sabra's parents the same enchanted home alarm that they'd given to Geo's parents and it went over just as well. Blaise and Gellert both received soft red and green holiday sweaters made of cashmere, and boxes of German chocolates. Gellert found it charming that the grandparents gave he and Blaise matching gifts. Sabra, on the other hand, frowned over them having yet more things to wear that matched. She did so hate their matching coats, and neither Gellert nor Blaise understood why she found it so repugnant.
"We will wear them often for the holiday season next year," Gellert promised Sabra's parents happily, and Blaise nodded.
They really were nice sweaters, not those tacky looking Christmas sweaters so many idiots wore. They were patterned in tasteful holly and ivy and had an obvious expensive feel.

The festivities were concluded with a festive glass of holiday mint brandy for everyone, then the Zabini's went home for their own Christmas celebration.
"Why does Bramble bother to make Christmas dinner when you eat holiday meals with the other two families," Gellert asked Blaise.
The two were relaxing in the library with chocolate mint tea, while they awaited said dinner.

"Because the first holiday dinner was in Italy last night, and the next today at lunch," Blaise said, tossing Gellert his usual slow lazy grin.
"Trust me, in a few hours, you'll be hungry again, and as it's still Christmas, it's only suitable that we stuff ourselves with yet more holiday food."
"I can't argue with that logic," Gellert said, laughing.
"Then there are the left overs," Blaise added eagerly.
"Those are always the best."

Gellert's great aunt hadn't ever really made a huge fuss over the holidays. There were a few festive dishes and gifts, but this year, with the family togetherness and variety of festive traditions and vast amounts of food made Gellert appreciate the holiday season far more than he ever expected. Sabra and Geo joined them in the library and they chatted over tea, then there was more holiday brandy.

Gellert was almost surprised at how easily he fit into the family and how comfortable he felt with them. It was so natural, though, that it felt right. He wasn't a leader, and nor was he a prisoner. He was a valued member of a family, and though it was a new experience, he'd gotten accustom to it quickly, and it was something he'd just as quickly come to treasure. For that reason, he wasn't overly surprised that he'd fit into the family dynamic of the grandparents cousins and so on just as well. Everyone had accepted him, and there hadn't even been one moment of discomfort.

Of course both sides of Blaise's family had darker leanings, but Gellert still wasn't sure how they would receive him. They were all so warm, that now he found himself thinking of them as family as well. His warm fuzzy feelings only grew at dinner. Half of the dishes were German, and Bramble had out done himself.
"This is all so amazing, Bramble! I truly mean it. I want to hug you right now," he told the elf, giving him a grateful smile.

Bramble's research into Christmas German food was obvious and touching.
"Bramble doesn't do hugs unless he really must, but he is glad that Gellert is pleased," the elf said gravely, but when Gellert pretended to glance away, Bramble's grin lit up his entire face.
Gellert decided to show his appreciation by stuffing himself full of Christmas goose and all the trimmings, which was quite enjoyable, he had to admit.

After dinner, the family gathered around the Christmas tree to exchange gifts. Blaise and Gellert gifted the parents with spiderweb pendants. They were enchanted in a similar fashion to Blaise and Gellert's web and hollows pendants. Sabra and Geo would always be able to get to one another no matter what happened by using the pendants. They'd had to make those over the holiday break with hair from Sabra and Geo's brushes to do the linking charm so the project had involved a bit of sneaking about.

They got bramble a gift box of snacks from around the world.
"We thought you should have some treats you didn't have to make," Blaise explained, and Bramble nodded, grinning down at the festively colored snack box.
"Bramble looks forward to trying them all. He thanks Gellert and Master Blaise very much."

Geo and Sabra gave Blaise, Gellert and Bramble warm fur lined winter boots of shiny black leather and each also got a heavy purse of gold.
"Parents are great," Gellert laughed, hugging them both.
Bramble presented everyone with warm black cashier hats.
"Bramble enchanted them to remain warm and cozy, so ears will never be cold in the winter wind," he said proudly.
"Impressive," Gellert murmured, turning the soft hat around and around in his hands.
"I don't even see the charm but it feels very warm just holding it. Elf magic is interesting indeed. Thank you, Bramble!"
He grinned.
"Now may I hug you?"
Bramble gave a long suffering sigh, but nodded.
"If Gellert must, he must. It is Christmas, After all."

The next get together happened, as could be expected, on Newyears Eve. There was a party at Wolfgangs, and the family was invited. As it started at eight in the evening, Kreacher and Regulus were also present. Gellert took the opportunity to pick the brains of the vampire and his elf regarding Voldemort. He'd gotten plenty of impressions from Severus and his owl, but more could never hurt just in case he got inspired. More than new ideas, though, he got an uneasy feeling the more Kreacher and Regulus recounted their story...Because to Gellert's mind it was full of holes. Even more strange than that, he didn't believe the two were lying, so it was a quandary indeed.

It was Newyears Eve, though, so he'd consider it more thoroughly later and see what he could come up with, Gellert decided. Severus arrived then with Mag and Nightshade, so Gellert wandered over to ask how things were. Fortunately Voldemort had no plans to ruin the Holidays, at least none of which Severus was aware. Kereston chatted up Blaise and Gellert, sharing Christmas details while they snacked on cheese cubes and chocolate covered strawberries.

As midnight approached, Wolfgang passed around glasses of Champaign. Bramble set off magical streamers into the air as everyone counted down, and as nineteen-ninety-eight rang in, couples drew close to kiss. Before he became lost to Blaise's own embrace, Gellert noticed Severus and Mag clinging together beside Millicent and Wolfgang and...Kreacher and Regulus? Well it was no bloody business of his even if it was extremely strange.
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic