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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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Before searching Picquery's town house, Blaise and Gellert placed an alarm ward that would alert them if someone apparated in or began opening Picquery's hex locks on the door. One could search more thoroughly when not concerned about the potential of a surprise discovery. Picquery would be the one surprised when she walked in and they dropped their disillusionment to reveal themselves.
Her home was clean, neat and relatively simple while still tasteful if not specifically their tastes.
"Do you think she'll recognize you," Blaise asked, a slight amused smirk curving his lips as he closed Picquery's wardrobe. He'd just finished checking the bottom to make sure nothing special was hidden away behind her shoes.
"I would be very surprised if she did," Gellert replied as he turned away from the stack of books on Picquery's bedside table.
"She certainly won't expect me to be alive much less far younger than I was when she knew me."
It took them less than an hour to search the entire place. There was nothing on Gellert's capture to be found which just meant Picquery had the information inside of her.
"What if, by some insane twist, she has nothing to do with it, and we were wrong," Blaise asked as the two settled down to wait on the sofa in the sitting room.
Gellert arched blonde brows and shrugged.
"I'd actually be surprised, but if that's the case we'll just abliviate her and return, as they say, to square one."
He made a face of frustration.
"I hate square one the second and third time around especially."
"I call it return to square one," Blaise said with a grin.
"And it's always a bitch."
The longer they sat on the sofa waiting, tension mixed with boredom and they were both on edge.
"We can't even bloody shag," Blaise complained with a sigh.
"If she walked in, the mood would be ruined."
"Or she'd learn a few things," Gellert replied, leaning toward Blaise to brush his lips across the other man's ear.
Blaise chuckled even as he shivered with pleasure. If he didn't put his mind back on the current situation, he'd become very physically distracted and that probably wasn't wise.
"Do you think, now that we're inside, we should perhaps add a bit of back up? Just in case anything unexpected happens? I thought of it earlier, but I didn't want to draw too much attention with a large crowd of us on the streets of New York."
Gellert felt his entire body relax. Though searching the place, taking action, had calmed him, he did fear the entirely unexpected. It was what had taken him down, after all. Though he knew it probably wasn't needed, back up would feel good.
"Who were you thinking," he asked.
"I thought I could call Bramble and have him come with Kereston. She was the one to figure out that Picquery was behind all this, so perhaps she'd think of some questions for her that we may not for all we know."
Gellert nodded.
"Brilliant."
Blaise dropped his disillusionment and called Bramble. The elf apparated in front of him with a frown.
"It's not time for laundry pick up is it, and..."
The elf stopped, round blue eyes widening as he took in the fact they weren't in the hotel room he'd booked for them at Merlin's Cave.
"Where are we?"
Blaise explained the situation in a few short sentences and asked Bramble to return with Kereston.
The elf nodded, for once making no subtle yet disapproving complaints or objections about being involved. In less than three minutes he was back with Kereston.
"We're doing this now," The small blonde demanded.
"No notice or anything? I wasn't aware I was to be involved in this."
"The moment felt right," Gellert told her with a careless grin.
"And we didn't want to do it without you. We did listen to your advice, so you should be pleased."
"As punch," Kereston said dryly.
"I was sleeping and my parents are annoyed. We're five hours ahead of New York time, you know."
"Well you're awake now and after this is over we'll take you somewhere nice if you behave," Gellert drawled.
"You.are.a.prat," Kereston said, perching on the edge of an armchair across the room.
"When she comes in, dodge into the bedroom until Gellert and I drop our disillusionment," Blaise told Kereston and Bramble.
When they both nodded, he replaced his own disillusionment and settled back to wait.
"I wish I could've learned to work that spell," Kereston lamented with an envious sigh.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Gellert suggested generously.
"Everyone can't be as naturally skilled as me and Blaise," he concluded, a smirk in his voice.
"Prat," Kereston replied.
Gellert chuckled softly.
"Have you done anything worthy while we've been away," he asked.
"Your boring job at the ministry doesn't count unless you were actually cleaning up something interesting."
"Not really," Kereston said with a shrug.
"I've been hanging out a lot with Kreacher though. So he has something to do while Regulus is asleep during the day. He's really neat. It's so dreadful what he and Regulus went through at Voldemort's hands. Such a tragedy really, but...somehow it doesn't all add up. It's something I can't exactly place my finger on, though."
Gellert nodded in understanding.
"Shouldn't we be quiet," Bramble asked.
"It wouldn't do if someone happened to hear us...enjoying ourselves in here.
Everyone fell silent, knowing the elf was correct even if the result would be more boredom while they waited.
With a sigh,Gellert slumped back into the sofa, crystal wand from Mag resting across his thigh. Blaise slipped an arm around his shoulders, idly running elegant fingers through Gellert's hair. Sighing in contentment, Gellert snuggled his head against Blaise's shoulder. That's how Seraphina Picquery would've found them if she could've seen through their disillusionment when she came home half an hour later. Their alarm ward caused a red light to flash through the entire house as the hex locks on the door were opened from the outside. Gellert straightened as Blaise removed his arm from around the blonde. He gestured and Kereston and Bramble beat a hasty retreat. Blaise and Gellert were ready with wands in hand when the door swung open to admit a slightly chubby older woman. Her face wasn't as lined as Gellert had expected and her hair still had some blonde mixed in with the gray. He didn't speak until she'd closed and relocked the door behind her.
"My, but someone has put on a little weight," he drawled.
He took more pleasure than he expected in the shocked widening of her eyes that quickly turned to fear when he dropped the disillusionment to reveal himself.
"Who are you," she demanded.
"What do you want? What are you doing in my house?"
"I was searching it before you came in as a matter of fact," Gellert smirked.
"Don't scream or I'll kill you," he added calmly.
"That would be a pity as we have so much to catch up on, Seraphina Picquery."
Blaise chose to drop his disillusionment then and Picquery's eyes widened.
"How many are you," she demanded.
"Wonder," Blaise suggested.
"Who are you," she asked tightly.
"Don't you know me? Look very hard. Think very hard. I'll even give you a clue, because I can be nice until people attack me!"
As Gellert spoke he worked a compression charm, effectively slamming Picquery back into the wall and pinning her there.
"Come out," he called to Kereston and Bramble.
When they did he turned to Kereston.
"Would you please search her? I want her relieved of her wand. Don't worry, she won't be able to attack you. She can't move."
Kereston looked a little nervous, but did as Gellert asked, and produced a dark wooden wand from Picquery's leather shoulder bag.
"Still don't know who I am," Gellert asked.
Picquery blinked.
"You can't be..."
"Ah but I probably am," Gellert said almost gleefully.
At last he was beginning to enjoy himself. It was about time.
"Gellert Grindelwald can't have a grandson!"
"I suppose he could, but he doesn't," Gellert said.
"Try again."
"You're a disciple of Grindelwald," Picquery guessed and Gellert sighed.
"I grow bored," he complained.
"I told you she wouldn't recognize me," he said, glancing over at Blaise.
"I did have a similar idea for him to pretend to be his own son if the need arose, though," Kereston told Picquery.
"So I think you should get points for the attempt."
Kereston fell abruptly silent then, suddenly uncomfortable exchanging words with a woman that she would probably watch die before the night was over.
"Are you saying he's Gellert Grindelwald," Picquery demanded disbelievingly of the small blonde.
Though Kereston didn't answer, Gellert chuckled.
"Believe it, old lady."
He slowly approached her and Kereston moved back out of the way, the former president's wand still in her hand.
"Actually I don't care if you believe it or you don't. We're going to play a little game right now, regardless of what you believe. The game involves you answering some questions concerning the nature of my capture."
Blaise retrieved the shoe bag from the sofa and removed the bottle of Veritaserum.
"You can't be Grindelwald. He's dead. What are you playing at? What do you want," Picquery demanded.
"I can help you more easily if you are just straight with me."
Gellert thrilled in satisfaction at the desperate look in her eyes as she gazed around at the others in growing panic.
"Look. If you think you're following Grindelwald, he's playing you. I knew Gellert Grindelwald, and he's dead."
"Trust me, he isn't," Kereston muttered in spite of herself, rolling her eyes at Gellert who gave her an amused smirk.
"Listen to her," he told Picquery.
"She is a wise girl. She figured out that you were the evil queen who took me down."
"The what?"
"I burst your bubble of girl power or something...Isn't that what you said, Kereston," Gellert asked, glancing the little blonde's way before returning his gaze coldly to Picquery.
Kereston nodded.
"Yeah...something like that."
"You never got over the fact that I slipped in and took the place of Graves right under your nose. It hurt your career and more than that your pride. You looked incompetent because you were. Because I am better than you. Better than all the heads of every poorly managed magical organization," Gellert said scathingly.
"You had to join forces to take me down and even then it wasn't a simple matter. So how did you do it?"
Picquery pressed her lips firmly together, giving him a glare.
"How," Gellert pressed.
"I won't share international secrets with you. You're obviously insane. Believing yourself to be Gellert Grindelwald, but this isn't a game and I won't..."
Gellert yanked her head back with a flick of his wand as Blaise approached with the now open bottle of Veritaserum.
"Just pore it down her throat, and I'll make sure she swallows and can't spit it out," Gellert told Blaise.
The words brought to mind more pleasant images and he smirked.
As their minds were always on similar tracks, Blaise smirked back before giving a short nod. He flicked his wand at the bottle and hovered it above Picquery's mouth before slowly upending it.
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