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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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At least Blaise's final month and a half at Hogwarts was tension free without Death Eaters teaching and the threat of Voldemort no longer looming over the wizarding community. Andy Ainslie, an unremarkable looking Muggle born wizard, came to teach Muggle studies and Filius Flitwick's wife, Finna took over Defense Against the Dark Arts until the end of the year. Blaise had no idea if either would stay around and he didn't care. The only thing on his mind when it came to Hogwarts was leaving.
Mrs. Flitwick was a druid, so he wouldn't mind learning more from her on curses and such, but he doubted leaving Hogwarts meant he'd see the last of the Flitwicks, so there was always time. Now all he wanted was to be free to travel with Gellert. As there were no more weekend work related visits, the two were reduced to writing letters, which both did daily. They were only able to see one another once before Blaise's graduation, and that was for Geo's final funeral. It was held on the first Saturday of June and Blaise was allowed to leave school for a few hours to attend.
There was really no reason for it now with Voldemort dead, but both parents insisted that the snake faced bastard had died before and better safe than sorry. Besides, Geo had put all that work into it, and he wanted to follow through. Blaise rolled his eyes and went along as usual. Millicent was there as was Kereston. The viewing was quiet and subdued as usual, with a ton of food.
"You can get his plate of food this time," Blaise muttered to Gellert, nodding at Geo's coffin.
Geo always insisted that Blaise make a second plate of food for himself and this time he just wasn't in the mood. Gellert was going home so he could hand the plate of left overs over to him more easily anyway.
"Not a problem," Gellert said.
Grinning, he heaped a second plate high with food, smiling cheerfully at any scandalized looks thrown his way by stuffy looking witches and wizards who had attended for whatever reason.
"This is really going to help me process my grief later today," Gellert commented rather loudly and Millicent snickered.
"Mind your weight," Bramble snarked, and Millicent snickered again.
"I'm perfect," Gellert announced shamelessly.
"I can eat anything and remain thin and today I shall be stuffing my feelings."
For once, Blaise was actually sad at one of his father's funerals. He'd have to leave Gellert's company before they even got any alone time, and that was depressing. He used the opportunity to try talking his mum into allowing him to leave school early as there was no Voldemort to force students to remain, but she was aghast.
"You've come this far and you are bloody well finishing," she snapped.
"I can't believe you'd bring it up at a time like this when your father has just died!"
Blaise smirked. He wanted to point out that no one could hear their whispered conversation, but instead he drawled, "He'd want me to be happy, don't you think?"
"He's left you enough gold to buy all the happiness you like...after graduation," Sabra retorted.
By this point both mother and son were struggling not to smile.
The other seventh years were counting the days to graduation and, to Blaise, they all seemed an odd mix of excited and sad. He was just impatient. He was even impatient during his N.E.W.T.s, just wanting to get them over with. He knew his marks would be high, and it was all boring.
When graduation day at last arrived, the excitement finally struck him. Of course he didn't care a thing for the graduation ceremony itself. Everyone else cared about that, but Blaise was just excited because today he could actually begin his life with Gellert, fully and with no interruptions. The graduation ceremony took place in the great hall as did the sorting. It was all about going full circle, and Blaise couldn't decide if that felt quaint or a bit pointless. When he walked across the stage to claim his diploma, it was after everyone else as usual thanks to his last name. Taking it from McGonagall rather than Dumbledore felt a little odd, he had to admit.
Blaise was honestly surprised that Dumbledore didn't wish to return to Hogwarts. It wasn't as if he had to keep pretending to be dead in order to allow Voldemort to hang himself on the end of Potter's wand anymore. The old headmaster preferred his new post at Durmstrang, feeling more challenged, even if he didn't relish all the darker teachings. He taught transfiguration and that wasn't usually dark unless one made it so and Dumbledore certainly would not. Blaise supposed with Severus and Mag working there next year, Albus would wish to be close to them as well. He'd said more than once that he thought of Severus as a sort of son.
When Blaise took his Diploma from McGonagall, he looked into the audience, and saw his parents and Gellert waving wildly. Gellert's eyes sparkled as they met Blaise's, and the proud smile on his beautiful face made Blaise's heart stop for a second. Not usually one to show emotion, he felt himself smiling back as he waved at his family. Bramble was even smiling! Millicent, Wolfgang and Kereston sat with Blaise's family as well.
As Blaise climbed into a boat with some other seventh years, he wondered what new story his father planned to tell, because Geo had come to the graduation looking exactly like himself. Sabra's first dead husband turning up to his son's graduation had garnered no comment, but perhaps no one remembered who he was by this point anyway. He'd attended Durmstrang and came from Italy, so it wasn't as if he had many connections here.
"Oh," Pansy sobbed, as she grasped Blaise's arm.
The boat pulled away from the shore.
"Can't you be supportive just for a moment," she demanded.
"There, there," Blaise drawled dryly.
"I'm going to pretend that you asked me why I'm crying and I shall answer that it's just so sad leaving our entire childhood behind," Pansy said, concluding with a sob.
Blaise paused, digging deep and finally coming up with, "There, there?"
"You're going to keep in touch, aren't you," Pansy asked, wiping at her eyes.
Pansy was alright, and at times even entertaining.
"I suppose," Blaise replied.
As he stared across the lake, he felt nothing but eagerness to be away. It felt as if the boat took entirely to0 long to get across the lake, and once it did, Blaise pushed to be the first one out. Hogsmeade had never looked so good. The only thing that looked better was Gellert and his family standing and waiting for him as he stepped onto the shore.
"See you around, Parkinson," he said, already rushing to embrace Gellert.
Bramble apparated them home while the two still clung together.
"Kereston and Millicent said they considered giving you a party, but they didn't want to interrupt your nasty time with your man," Bramble said carefully, his precise tone indicating that he was repeating a direct quote.
"They're good eggs," Blaise said, grinning at the stoic elf over Gellert's shoulder.
"So who are you now, Dad," he asked Geo, remembering that he was curious about why his dad was looking like himself in public.
"I hadn't decided yet," Geo said.
"Maybe myself, the unkillable Zabini, or I could invent a twin brother."
"Gods," Blaise laughed, shaking his head.
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