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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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Their food arrived, and with the reading done, they were free to relax and enjoy lunch.
"I'll actually be visiting Bulgaria over the summer for a month or so," Parvati said.
"To see my man and Mag and Severus, of course. I would've been far more upset over them moving there if I didn't already have a reason to visit."
"You're friends with Severus," Gellert asked, surprised.
Picturing the dour man chatting up a Gryffindor was...difficult for him.
"Oh yes. He's alright once you get to know him. When Mag became my friend he got to know me."
"And how did that happen, exactly," Gellert asked, still bemused.
At times, Mag could seem more frightful than Severus, though he wasn't exactly sure why.
"Apparently she had this thing when she was in school," Parvati began with an amused smile.
"She'd be all friendly to Gryffindors and smile at them to freak them out. She's quite into Muggle psychology and she knew most Gryffindors would wonder why a Slytherin would be so friendly. She enjoyed messing with their minds."
She chuckled.
"I was naive back when we met, and really thought she just wanted to be friends. So I was her friend...She didn't have the heart to tell me she was just mucking about with my mind, as it turns out. I was two years younger than her, so I guess she wasn't comfortable being mean to kids who liked her. Anyway, it worked out for us nicely and now I know you lot too."
"That's a really strange story," Gellert said with a slight smile.
"I like it."
"So what are the two of you going to do about the info you got from Parvati's reading," Kereston asked.
The small blonde spoke in an undertone so that her voice didn't carry further than their table.
"I'm torn between just traveling and enjoying myself for a time before dealing with it, because it has been fifty years, or just dealing with it to get it over with," Gellert admitted with a sigh.
He glanced at Parvati.
"I suppose you didn't see any danger for me if I don't take care of it right away?"
She shook her head.
"She thinks you're dead, so there shouldn't be a problem."
He chuckled.
"That is rather convenient."
Turning to Blaise he asked, "Do you have a preference of when we attend to the situation, Dear?"
Blaise shrugged.
"Not particularly. Whenever you wish is fine with me. I was thinking of how to execute things, though."
Gellert gave him a pleased smile. It was nice to have back up in this situation of the sort Blaise could provide, and the fact he was already working some things out was heartwarming.
As their plans for dealing with Picquery weren't exactly suitable table talk, Gellert and Parvati conversed about Bulgaria, with him recommending some interesting magical places for her to visit. Mainly forests and old caves. Unlike the book shops he'd enjoyed as a student, he was relatively certain the forests and caves would still be there.
"There is a particular lake that Severus may also enjoy knowing about," Gellert recalled, when lunch was nearly over.
"It is not far from Durmstrang. It is called lake Samovila. Its waters have magical properties and there are creatures who dwell in its depths that, if harvested, have very unique and useful magical properties as well. Severus could come up with some very interesting potions working with what that lake has to offer."
"That sounds exciting," Parvati said.
"I think you've just made my vacation even better. Thank you."
Gellert shrugged then smiled.
"For the reading, that and lunch is the least I could do."
"And you did make me feel better about Lavender...at least as better as I'm going to feel so soon after the fact," Parvati pointed out.
"I'll remember what you said about some things being fated."
"Very few are, I believe," Gellert replied.
"Most of the time there are choices, and thus changes we can make. Sometimes I believe our psychic even warns us so that we can make different choices because we are...supposed to. But there are a very few things that are not allowed to be changed for whatever reason."
Parvati nodded.
"I understand."
She sighed.
"It's just hard to accept that some of those things we aren't supposed to change are young people losing their lives."
"Perhaps if she didn't, someone else who needs to be here would've died instead," Blaise suggested, and Gellert smiled, pleased that he understood even without being a seer himself.
"For example, what if whatever Death Eater killed Lavender would've gotten Potter instead if she wasn't there to take the fall for him. Then we'd all be under Voldemort's psychotic thumb right now," Blaise continued.
Parvati nodded.
"I hope it was that important. I know she'd want to do whatever was necessary to bring Voldemort down."
"She died doing just that and we respect her for it along with everyone else who lost their lives that day at the battle of Hogwarts," Kereston said and Parvati gave her a tremulous smile.
When they got back home from lunch, Blaise and Gellert headed directly up stairs to make plans.
"We'll have to question her first," Gellert said as soon as he closed the bedroom door behind them.
"I need to know who else was in on it and how they took me down along with anything else she has to tell me on the matter."
Blaise nodded.
"I figured you'd decide how to go about that bit and I'd help in any way you need me to," he said, taking a seat on the edge of their bed.
"The part I've already sorted out is how to kill her when we're ready to, and of course, how not to get caught.

Gellert grinned.
"That's sexy talk. Go on."
Blaise gave him his slow lazy grin in return.
"Well...Playing on the Snow-White fairytale, we could make Picquery dance herself to death in fancy slippers when we're done with questioning her. We can lace the slippers with poison, because otherwise just dancing herself to death would take bloody ages. It's a nice torment, but we'll grow bored waiting about for it to end."
Gellert nodded.
"Too right."
"So the poison will make it far faster. It shall be the kind that seeps into the pores of the skin and kills rapidly upon contact. It shall also be one of those poisons that leaves no trace."
Blaise gave a low chuckle.
"Mum should be pleased that I remember those bloody poison lessons so well."
"That reminds me," Gellert said, wandering over to sit beside Blaise on the bed.
"I still have to finish up with mine before we leave, but it shouldn't take longer than a week. Sabra says I'm an extremely fast learner, and that I have a natural knack for the art."
Gellert couldn't help still feeling pleased by her compliment.
"Well good for you," Blaise said with a dry smile.
"I rather hated it, but I was a twelve year old kid when my education began."
He shrugged.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it though. It's high praise from Mum that she's teaching you. Her poison arts are a family secret and I'm very pleased she included you so quickly."
"It means a lot," Gellert said, feeling warm all over at the family inclusion. It was more than he'd expected and it felt strangely like winning some sort of prize. One that he would treasure.
"For the rest of my plan, though," Blaise said, bringing the conversation back to the topic of Picquery.
"We can enchant the shoes to make her dance, and we can set the enchantment to fade when she is dead. So the poison won't have left a trace and the slippers will just be ordinary dancing slippers by the time anyone examines them."
Like Gellert, Blaise didn't like to take too much of a personal hand in killing. With this method they would only be making a poison laced enchanted item that Picquery would be putting on all by herself. Hands off killings were the best and it was just another thing that he and Blaise took the same view on.
"Brilliant," Gellert said.
"And properly symbolic."
He loved the way Blaise thought and showed him as much with a kiss that turned into several and led to the removal of all of their clothes.
As he slid inside of the dark haired wizard, evil queens were the last thing on Gellert's mind.
"You feel so good," he murmured, surprised for an instant at the ardent tone of his own voice.
Blaise lifted his hands to cup Gellert's face as he kissed him over and over while they moved together.
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic