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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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When Kereston arrived for lunch the next day, Parvati was with her. The pretty Indian girl stared openly at Gellert as she greeted Blaise.
"I keep waiting for the Grindelwald thing to be some sort of joke," she said suspiciously.
"So I'm just warning you all that if you tell me it is, I shan't be too surprised."
"No he's all too real," Kereston said dryly.
"So how did you feel about the greatly exaggerated rumour of your death," Parvati asked Gellert, tilting her head to the side as she regarded him.
She had a seer's eyes, and Gellert could tell that she was obviously searching for some sort of reaction in him. He shrugged.
"It wasn't me, so I wasn't bothered. Someone who was dying anyway took my place, and considering the condition he had, Voldemort likely performed a mercy. Probably his only one," he concluded with a smirk.
"I'm still surprised that people actually believed it was you after that suspiciously unremarkable death," Kereston said.
"Remember? It had me a little concerned."
Gellert nodded. Kereston had come to visit the day his death' at Voldemort's hands was reported in the paper. She was very shaken up over the entire thing, and kept going on about how it could've been him, and how she was so glad Wolfgang had gotten him out of Nurmengard when he had. Though oddly touched, Gellert hadn't understood her upset because with people believing he was dead, no one would assume he was free now.
"You mean because Voldemort took him out so easily without even a good fight," Parvati asked understandingly.
"I thought that was a little anticlimactic myself. With Grindelwald being such a great wizard, you'd think he'd have given Voldemort more of a fight even without a wand. There should've at least been some damage to the building to prove it."
"Exactly," Kereston crowed.
"Well, everyone also believes Albus Dumbledore took me down, so it isn't as if people are accustomed to thinking things out," Gellert remarked dismissively.
"Dumbledore is a rather accomplished wizard and in that case you were said to have been fighting back," Parvati said.
"You just lost. In that your apparent lack of fight against Voldemort is a bit odd, but if you're lucky people will believe it anyway, because it's comfortable for them to do so."
Gellert agreed with that last part for sure. Far too many people allowed their comfort zone to dictate their intelligence rather than their actual reasoning. Often that worked against him and his intentions for the wizarding world, so if it, for once, worked in his favor, he wouldn't complain.
"I was quite shocked when Kereston told me about the duel between you and Headmaster Dumbledore being a big conspiracy," Parvati said.
"I won't tell anyone, don't worry."
Gellert shrugged.
"I'm not worried."
He knew Kereston had to tell Parvati what was going on if he wanted her to look into the situation for him.
"I am rather hungry, though, so if everyone is ready..."
Kereston nodded and they apparated to the now familiar alley behind McDonalds. Gellert couldn't help but make a face of disgust at the rancid smell coming from the place as Kereston led the way out and onto the street. As they walked the block to the Chinese Restaurant, Parvati looked about with enough interest to make Gellert think she didn't get out around Muggles much. He approved.
She wore, what seemed to him, traditional Indian garb, and Kereston wore green casual summer cotton slacks and a flowing purple top. She was a cute little girl, but never seemed overly interested in dressing like a lady, opting for comfort instead. Gellert didn't understand why but didn't care enough to ask. Parvati's clothes were far nicer with elaborate embroidery that was pleasing to the eye and put her on a fashion level with he and Blaise.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the place was a bit more crowded than it had been the day before, but not overly so. As soon as they were seated, Kereston ordered a pot of tea and asked that the leaves be left in.
"When the tea arrives, I will have you pour a cup and drink it, then I will read the leaves," Parvati said.
"As this isn't a general reading, but one with a specific question, think about what you want to know as hard as you can while drinking the tea. Try not to be distracted by anything else," she told Gellert, who nodded.
The four made small talk while waiting for the tea to arrive. Blaise and Gellert told Parvati of their travel plans and Gellert asked her about India while she looked through the menu. Blaise and Gellert already knew they wanted to try the crab rolls and shrimp fried rice today, because yesterday they'd been torn between that and the soup and opted for the soup.
"I think I'll try the honey chicken," Parvati decided,and Kereston nodded.
"I had that yesterday. It's good. I'm trying the peanut chicken today."
A slender Chinese girl in a colorful flowing kimono arrived with their pot of tea and four small cups covered in a floral design. She took their orders and hurried away, leaving Gellert to pour his tea. As he did, he focused on his capture as Parvati had instructed. It was too hot to drink at first, so he blew on it, still thinking of his capture as he did.
He clearly recalled walking into one of the Muggle government buildings in Paris to steal some documents with three of his most loyal followers. He'd felt an odd pressure on the back of his head, then what he believed to be a nonphysical impact that knocked him out quite suddenly. Then he woke in Nurmengard, shock then rage slowly setting in. Even then he expected to be set free before long, but that never came to pass. Not for fifty years and then in a way he could never have expected.
"Remember to focus on the subject matter of the reading," Parvati reprimanded gently enough.
Gellert looked up at her in surprise.
"How did you know I wasn't."
For a moment there his thoughts had strayed to his recent escape, which he supposed had nothing to do with his capture when it came down to it.
"You were smiling," Parvati said, giving him a smile of her own.
"I don't expect the subject matter of your concern is a smiling matter."
Gellert chuckled.
"Right you are."
Returning his thoughts to the memory of being knocked out, Gellert raised the cup and took a tentative sip to test the tea's temperature. It had cooled enough to drink so he took several swallows before lowering the cup again.

Blaise, Kereston and Parvati remained silent so as not to distract his thoughts from his capture. He continued to take swallows of the tea until the small cup was empty.
"There you are," he said, pushing it across the table to Parvati, who leaned forward to study the leaves resting on the bottom. She frowned in concentration, not speaking for several long seconds.
"I see symbols here for many unknown factors," she said slowly.
"Not exactly secrets, though those are present as well, likely in the cover up of what really occurred. The unknown factors are most probably dealing with the exact method used to capture you. It involves something you would've been completely unaware of, so wouldn't have known to protect against it or even how."
Gellert nodded.
"That makes sense."
"The instigator of this secret does appear to be female," Parvati continued.
"One who had power, but felt you were instrumental in making her lose her political foot hold in the end. If this is the Picquery lady, perhaps she felt responsible for not knowing that you were Graves. Perhaps others agreed and lost faith in her so she sought to redeem herself."
"Are you able to see more about what they used to knock me out," Gellert asked and Parvati's frown of concentration deepened.
She remained silent for several minutes and they all waited with bated breath.
"I don't think they used magic. It was some Muggle method, but it couldn't have been a weapon as you weren't hurt," she said, her tone perplexed.
"And oddly enough, I think they used two different things to incapacitate you."
Gellert smirked.
"I hope so."
He wasn't easy to take down, after all.
Parvati pushed the cup away with a sigh and rubbed at the spot on her brow between her eyes and just above her nose.
"That's all I can see for now."
"Thank you. That has helped immensely," Gellert told her gratefully, meaning it.
She flashed a grin as she poured her own cup of tea, then as she already had the pot in hand, poured one for Blaise and Kereston as well.
"If someone had told me I'd be doing a psychic reading for you of all people, I wouldn't have believed them, but I suppose it's been a bit of an honor."
She cast her gaze down to the table, breath suddenly hitching.
"If only my best friend were alive...Lavender would be so impressed!"
Tears spilled down her cheeks and Kereston reached to hug her, a dismayed expression on her face.
"Oh Parvati, I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't like I saw that coming," Parvati said with a little sob as she hugged Kereston back.
"I didn't see us fighting Voldemort at Hogwarts. I thought the students would be left out of it somehow, and I never saw that Death Eater coming for her!"
she sobbed again then drew in a deep breath, obviously struggling to contain her emotions.
"I'm sorry...I've got to get it together...We're in public," she said apologetically.
"Bugger that," Kereston said, patting her back.
"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't see my capture coming either," Gellert told her with a small sad smile.
"The psychic can be tricky at times. Perhaps it doesn't show us those things that are fated in our lives and thus unable to be changed," he speculated.
Parvati looked up at him with a shaky smile as she wiped at her eyes.
"Thanks," she said.
"I suppose I approve of the fact that Blaise chose you," she added grudgingly.
"At least you're not someone I can't respect."
Gellert grinned. It felt good to like Parvati in spite of the fact she had an interest in his Blaise. He'd won after all. Winning Blaise was the only victory that truly mattered, he supposed.
Parvati turned to Blaise with a wink.
"It seems we have something pretty important in common, Zabini."
"What's that," Blaise asked, speaking for the first time.
"We both love Durmstrang boys. I am still dating the one I met at the Yule Ball. It's been off and on but mostly on."
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic