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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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As a healer, Gellert knew well how to manipulate Picquery's throat muscles so that she'd swallow and not choke on the potion. They used an entire bottle, which was admittedly excessive, but both Gellert and Blaise wanted to ensure that any tricks the woman may have learned to combat the effects of the truth potion would be overpowered.
"That's right," he crooned.
"Take your medicine like a good girl."
He smiled, openly savoring the sarcasm in the fact she had no choice. He'd had no choice for fifty long humiliating years. Not wanting her to talk until he was ready, Gellert sealed her mouth shut with a decisive flick of his wand, leaving her to breathe through her nose.
He felt Blaise coming up beside him, and slipped his arm around the dark haired wizard's waist without glancing away from Picquery. He was suddenly all the more glad that his partner in all things and his friends were here with him for this moment. He began to calmly explain to Picquery how it was that he was alive and young, carefully omitting any names of the people involved. He wanted her to know this was really him taking her down, and not some infatuated impostor with a him complex. He needed her to know that she hadn't beaten him, and that he wasn't dead. It was more satisfying with her knowing it was Gellert Grindelwald making her pay for what she'd done to him.
He savored the growing shock and horror on her face at the conclusion of his explanation.
"This young lady is a friend of mine, and the mastermind behind figuring out that you were the one to take me down," Gellert said, indicating Kereston with a regal nod of his head.
He felt the need to share the glory of this moment with his friends.
"The esteemed elf helped to free me, and in many ways he's my right hand," he said, nodding at Bramble who only looked mildly surprised by Gellert's description.
"And this beautiful man at my side is my everything. I found him in spite of you putting me away."
He found himself biting out the final words as he glared at her.
"And now," Gellert said, rocking slightly on the balls of his feat to lean just a little toward Picquery where she was still pressed up against the wall by his compression spell.
"It's your turn to tell us a story. How did you capture me and who helped you to do so?"
Flicking his wand at her face, Gellert loosened the seal on her mouth, freeing her to speak. As soon as her mouth was able to move, the words he'd waited far too long to hear finally spilled out.
"I worked with the backing of MACUSA as well as the French, British, Swedish and Australian Ministries."
Gellert felt his brows rising slightly. Spain hadn't gotten involved! Interesting.
"We knew a few facts that set us onto the path to defeating you. The first was your strength and the second was your weakness," Picquery went on.
"The first fact was your magical strength. We knew we'd never be able to defeat you using magic. You were too strong and too resourceful and cunning. You had too many wizards on your side with their own magic. Which leads me to the second fact, this being the fact of your weakness. Your lack of knowledge concerning most things Muggle due to your irrational and utterly uneducated fear and hatred of them."
Blaise enjoyed the aptness in which Picquery described Gellert's strengths as they were not only true, but very Slytherin like traits. Picquery using the word fear to describe Gellert's feelings toward Muggles caused Grindelwald to glare. It was so obviously untrue.
"If I'd feared anything, I never would've gotten as far as I did," he snapped.
Unable to stop long enough to respond even had she wished to do so, Seraphina Picquery continued with her explanation.
"As even you are probably aware, Muggle technology, run on electricity, is often ruined when exposed to too much magic. If done properly, it can work the other way around, though. Some Aurors from Sweden discovered a form of radio wave that interrupts and disrupts magic. When we discovered that you and your people would be infiltrating that government facility, we filled it with those radio waves to disrupt your magic so that you could not attack. We also filled the building with chloroform to knock you all out. Your capture was relatively simple after that."
"Wait," Gellert interrupted.
He'd puzzled too long over how he was defeated not to fully understand everything.
"What is chloroform?"
"They use it in muggle surgery," Kereston said.
"Yes," Picquery agreed.
"It forcefully induces a state of unconsciousness. We all wore masks so that we would not fall unconscious ourselves when entering the building to drag you and those supporters who had accompanied you out.
You were incarcerated alone in your own prison so that you had no opportunity to connect with your former followers in any way and they were held elsewhere. A few were pardoned over time when they provided us with information on the whereabouts of those followers who may attempt to set you free. You made sure the security on Nurmengard was strong enough that no one could break in, so we felt keeping you there was apt poetic justice. We did not wish for wizards of your ilk to learn how to use Muggle knowledge to interfere with magic, so we bribed Albus Dumbledore to claim the credit for your downfall via a duel. Then no one had to know by what Muggle means you were truly defeated."
How uncomfortable it was for nineteen forty five to feel so close, Gellert thought. Her words brought it all back. The memory of striding down a hall, preparing to plant magical items in a government building in France, while removing some informational files. Then suddenly a strangely soft blow to the head that in truth did not feel tangible, and then nothing. Then waking in Nurmengard to the horror and shock of what had happened. He felt his arm tightening around Blaise as if of its own will.
"I thought it was something like that. The chloroform, that is," Kereston said.
She sounded pleased with herself, and Gellert couldn't blame her. That was brilliant reasoning on her part, and he hoped she would become Minister some day, for she'd be a good one unlike most that had come before her. He was glad the little blonde had spoken, for her voice served to drag him from his dark thoughts of the past and back into a present he liked far better.
"My belongings," he asked Picquery.
"What happened to everything I owned? Who has it now?"
"Everything was returned to your aunt after we searched through it all. We kept nothing," she replied, and he felt himself relaxing.
Though he had no use for any of his old personal items, he didn't want them in enemy hands.
"I think we're done here unless there is anything else you feel I would want to know that you can tell me," Gellert asked, knowing that the potion would force her to answer truthfully if there was.
"No. I told you everything I know and you deserved it. I'm only sorry you're free to resume your reign of terror again."
Gellert didn't bother to tell her that freeing ungrateful wizards from Muggle suppression was no longer on his to do list due to having better things with which to please himself.
"We brought you a gift," he told Seraphina Picquery.
With a flick of his wand he levitated her a good ten centimeters from the ground and held her there. Blaise drew the slippers from the shoe bag and floated them over to her and onto her feet with a flick of his own wand.
"In the oldest German fairytale, the evil queen dies from dancing herself to death at the wedding of Prince Charming and Snow White. My prince and I can at least share a final kiss for you as they do at weddings before you dance," Gellert told Picquery, then turning to Blaise, drew him into his arms.
When their mouths met, Gellert felt the now familiar heat racing through his body at Blaise's touch. It didn't seem to matter where they were or what was going on. Gellert's entire body savored the kiss. It was long and thorough, and when they broke away from one another, it was with obvious reluctance on both their parts. Gellert smirked in pleasure at the disgusted look on Picquery's face.
"I considered cutting out your tongue, because you once believed you did that to me, but we don't want to leave any traces of foul play when your body is discovered," Gellert told Picquery conversationally.
He was thrilled to see the sudden look of terror that crossed her face as she fully comprehended the fact that he truly intended to kill her. With a flick of his wand, he lowered her to the ground. The shoes began to do their work, causing her feet to dance against their will.
"Accio wand," Picquery screamed, and with a gasp, Kereston flew toward the older woman. The little blonde tried to turn her body in mid air so that her back would strike Picquery which kept the wand more out of reach. Gellert was fast, though, and used a binding charm to hold Kereston back and the wand in her hand as well.
"No, no," he chided Picquery, then sealed her mouth shut again.
He didn't want her screaming, and he was certain that would be next. He should've expected the woman to try something. She was relatively intelligent and resourceful after all, but what did it matter truly? He was always better.
"It will only be about five more minutes," Gellert told Picquery.
"Perhaps you'll die even sooner."
He watched grimly as she danced. Blaise watched impassively at his side. Kereston and Bramble watched in mild discomfort. They all watched the execution of Seraphina Picquery in silence, the only sound, the soft tap and scuff of Picquery's new satin dancing slippers as they touched the floor of her sitting room. Though her face contorted, she could not scream. Her breaths had initially come fast and hard through her nose, but eventually they slowed as she perhaps saved her resources to try and think herself out of an inescapable situation.
When she eventually fell, the untraceable poison having gone into her skin and done its deadly work, Kereston sighed in relief and walked over to a low coffee table in the middle of the room. She placed Picquery's wand upon it.
"So can we get out of here now," she asked.
"You'd better make sure no one can tell I touched that wand," she added to Gellert.
"Already done," he told her with an impatient eye roll.
"There shall be no traces of anything here at all."
"They'll probably think she had a heart attack while trying to dance or something," Kereston said, and Gellert smiled.
"Sounds fitting."
Bramble carefully approached Picquery and passed a hand over her face before nodding.
"Indeed she is dead."
With a crack, he'd apparated them all into Blaise and Gellert's room in the Merlin's Cave hotel.
"This place is nice," Kereston said appreciatively.
"Let's show you New York City," Gellert said expansively, moving toward the door.
"We'll find something to eat...or drink...or both! I want to celebrate."
For the first time in fifty years, he didn't have the fear in the back of his mind of an unresolved shadow hanging over him.
"Are you coming, Bramble? We could cast an illusion spell on you so that you'll look like a small human," Gellert offered.
Bramble actually considered for a moment before almost reluctantly shaking his head.
"Bramble should see to breakfast for the Master and Mistress. Bramble did not wake them to tell them where he was going, but they will be awake soon. He would not want them to worry. They will be glad to hear the news. Bramble thanks Gellert for the invite though. Call him when Kereston is ready to go home and he shall return at once. He is glad this is settled for Master Gellert."
The elf apparated away with a crack leaving Gellert with his mouth hanging open. Bramble had called him Master Gellert. He'd never asked for that or even wanted it. He didn't need to be the elf's master, but the fact Bramble had used the title meant he truly considered him family. It was the highest of compliments and made this day of justified vengeance even better.
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