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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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"So are you all enjoying your new home," Gellert asked, glancing around from Albus to Mag, Severus and Nightshade.
"We really do," Severus said, and Mag smiled and nodded her agreement, covering his hand with hers.
"Every day I'm here it's like a vacation," she said, and Severus snorted.
"That's because you don't teach. I do rather enjoy teaching dark arts here more than in Scotland, because the students are just a bit smarter on average."
"Hey," Blaise exclaimed, speaking up for the first time in nearly half an hour.
"I was a brilliant student, if you recall."
Before Gellert, Blaise could easily sit through an hour long conversation, even among friends, and perhaps speak a few sentences. When he and other friends told Gellert as much as an example of how much Blaise changed in the blonde's presence, Gellert found a quiet Blaise difficult to believe.
He was seeing it in action now, though. Blaise seemed far more content to observe than participate this evening.
"Indeed. My Blaise is most brilliant," Gellert added, giving Severus an indignant look.
Snape rolled dark eyes.
"I said on average if you recall," he drawled.
"I did always want to go to Durmstrang, though," Blaise said.
"You were right. You would've enjoyed the curriculum far more," Severus told him.
Albus frowned.
"I'm right here, you know...The person who arranged the curriculum at Hogwarts, whom you are not so subtly insulting is sitting right here."
"Oh yes," Blaise smirked.
"So sorry."
Albus frowned, not missing the dry sarcasm in Blaise's apology.
"It is good to see you doing so well, though, Headmaster," Blaise added.
"Well thank you. But I am no longer headmaster, and I can't say I miss it. I enjoy teaching Transfiguration and no one has guessed who I am. I have taken the surname of Gryffindor as the Dumbledores are descended from Godric Gryffindor, and no one has questioned it. At school I look like a younger version of me via transfiguration."
"I keep telling him that I don't think the younger version is that much hotter, but he von't believe me," Bera said with a laugh.
Gellert smirked. He took that to mean that neither version was hot, but no one was asking for his interpretation so for once he would be polite enough not to give it.
"You're plenty hot just as you are," Bera told Albus, and the old former headmaster blushed, looking openly flustered.
//Prof doesn't have to be as shitty to his students here, cause they aren't as stupid, so I am sometimes bored. It's alright though. The food is good so I don't hate it here,// Nightshade said.
"How do you disguise yourself," Gellert asked Severus curiously.
Severus shrugged.
"Not very different really. I wear a hat and use the name Severe Prince."
"Not trying to hide very hard, are you," Blaise drawled and Severus shook his head.
"Not truly. Albus and I don't really want to deal, to return to our old lives, but we did nothing we can't work around if we are discovered, so there is no reason to put more effort into hiding than we need to."
Gellert nodded.
"That makes sense, I suppose."
"Albus goes by the name Phoenix Gryffindor," Bera said with a chuckle.
"It sounds like some sports star, doesn't it?"
"I was hoping it sounded like a grand wizard," Albus said and she patted his hand.
"Of course it does, Love," she reassured.
The young woman's eyes remained on Albus's face as she spoke, the expression openly doting.
"Guess vat," she said, smiling as she suddenly turned to Blaise and Gellert.
"Ve are getting married in March!"
"And we are getting married in January," Mag added.
"You'll be attending both weddings, of course," Severus concluded causing Blaise and Gellert to chuckle.
With that everyone was all caught up on one another's news. That was a good thing because the other guests began to arrive.
There were many Bulgarians from the area including Bera Karkaroff's younger brother, Igor.
"I teach ancient hexes," the young man said proudly when he was introduced to Blaise and Gellert by his older sister.
"Mr. Grindelwald, it is a true honor."
"Why thank you," Gellert said warmly.
"Ancient hexes was one of my favorite classes when I attended school here."
Blaise was proud of the fact he could call Gellert Grindelwald his. When people came up to him and treated him like a wizarding rockstar, Blaise was proud of Gellert, because he deserved all the adoration. He was a brilliant wizard who had done great things while trying to better the wizarding world. He was the true magical trickster who'd made a game out of pulling the rug out from under several Ministries For Magic consecutively.
"And you, Mr. Zabini," Igor Karkeroff continued, turning his nearly shy smile on Blaise.
Blaise tried not to look taken aback, but he hadn't expected to be spoken to. It wasn't that he wanted to hang back in the shadows, but when people were giving Gellert his due, he didn't mind at all basking in the other man's radiant blonde glow. It was hot in the best of ways.
"Hello," Blaise said, smiling back.
"I was wondering if I could pay you for one of those magic dispersal amulets," Karkaroff asked, stepping closer so that he could speak in a quiet murmur and still be heard.
Blaise appreciated the tact in that because in truth, he and Gellert didn't want to sell a ton of those amulets. If everyone could disperse magic, there was no point and it was no longer a useful coveted item.
"My sister considers making me headmaster some day and I feel a headmaster should have the best of protections," Igor explained.
Blaise nodded.
"Understandable. Gellert and I don't produce many of those, but we can make one for you for an unreasonable fee. Of course it's what we'd charge anyone, but because you're one of ours, we'll give you a twenty percent discount."
Karkaroff chuckled.
"That sounds most excellent. Thank you."
Gellert grinned. He was just as proud of Blaise as Blaise was of him. The young man's enchantments were impressive. Some even more complex than Gellert had produced at his age. And that was sexy.
"We are opening a shop where we will be selling our items as well as some we've found on our travels that are particularly rare and interesting," Gellert told Igor.
"We won't be ready for perhaps another year as we're still enjoying our travels, but when we are, I think we may have a grand opening party, and we'll invite all our favorite people. Of course you'll get an invite," he said, flashing a charming smile.
"A grand opening party is a brilliant idea," Blaise said, face breaking into an excited smile.
He could practically see the dollar signs rolling in and that was hot. He couldn't resist slipping an arm around Gellert's waste and the blonde leaned into him.
"How exciting," Igor said, seeming to sincerely mean it.
"I will await my invitation, then."
"We promise you'll be getting it," Gellert said.
"Hi, Prats," Millicent called, and the two turned to greet her and Wolfgang. They'd gotten together the day after Christmas when all of the local friends met for a little post Christmas party, so they didn't have to do any catch up.
"Hi troll," Gellert greeted with a dazzling smile and a toss of his blonde curls.
"Don't call me a troll," Millicent said, poking him in the chest with a finger.
"Don't call me prat," Gellert told her, grin widening.
Millicent frowned, pretending to think.
"But you are a prat," she told him.
"Yes but you are a troll," Gellert said, and burst into laughter, ducking as she pretended to punch him.
"Ah the joys of friends showing love," Kereston said, rolling her eyes as she sauntered up with Kreacher at her side and Regulus a step behind.
"Gellert? I was hoping you'd give us the Durmstrang tour," she said.
"I always wanted to attend Durmstrang," Regulus said with a wistful sigh.
"So did every Slytherin and Ravenclaw boy worth his magical salt," Blaise said with an understanding chuckle.
"Shouldn't Severus or Albus do the honors," Gellert asked Kereston.
"They actually work here."
"Yeah, but you're you, and you used to go here and we want to see your favorite places, and where you drew the Hollows on the wall."
Even Millicent looked interested and Gellert was honestly surprised. After some of their comments on his former actions, he wasn't so sure they valued him in that way.
"Alright," he said slowly, not bothering to hide his surprise.
The party was being held in the dining hall, so he led the way out and toward the library. The halls were dark and he felt the years suddenly, as for a moment, he forgot in which direction the library lay. It had been a very long time. A little over one hundred years! Rarely did he feel older than he looked these days, but at present he did just a little.
They all drew their wands to light the way. The gray stone of the walls and floor came sharply into view, light and shadow playing on them in equal measure.
"I love how literally dark this school is," Regulus said with a grin.
Like Gellert, Black looked younger than he was. Everyone present could've passed for students here, Gellert thought. Well probably not Kreacher but then again, why not. If the elf wanted to learn even more dark magic, assuming there was some he didn't already know, no one should be brave enough to stop him.
"Here," Gellert said, pausing to turn into an alcove carved into the left wall as they passed.
"This was the second place that I carved the hollows symbol."
Everyone bent to look, Kereston running her finger over it before Blaise did the same.
"Where was the first," Millicent asked.
"My dorm room. I carved it on the wall beside my bed," Gellert answered.
"I'm surprised they didn't carve over it or polish the stone until the symbol faded," he added after a moment of consideration.
"Enough people value you and what you tried to do," Regulus told him.
"To many people you're a hero."
"That's nice considering how it ended," Gellert said with an uncomfortable shrug.
With so many people trying to vilify him even in the history books, it was nice to see that enough people remembered his deeds favorably.
They continued to the library, where they probably spent far too much time considering there was a party going on. All of them adored books, though, and most were curious about what Durmstrang had to offer. Those who weren't curious, namely Gellert and Wolfgang, had attended the school so already knew. After nearly an hour in the library they proceeded to the class rooms and the dueling gymnasium which sported a stone floor covered in various runic symbols, pentagrams, and summoning and casting circles.
When they returned to the dining hall the tables were full of trays holding glasses of Champaign and bite sized appetizers.
"The glasses are charmed to refill themselves as soon as they're empty, so everyone is going to get drunk," Mag said with a chuckle as she moved up beside Kereston.
"We've all survived a hell of a year, and it's time to party!"
"Hell yeah," Millicent said, and snatched a glass from one of the trays before popping a stuffed olive into her mouth. Gellert reached for his own glass, then handed one to Blaise before biting into a delicious coconut shrimp.
"Come on, Kreacher," Regulus encouraged.
"Tell me which of those appetizers are the best."
He was obviously coaxing the elf to eat.
"Try the shrimp," Gellert said with a cheerful grin.
"Then the olives," Millicent chimed in.
"They're amazing!"

Tempted by the endorsement, Gellert reached for an olive.
"Not bad," he agreed.
Frowning Kreacher carefully picked up a coconut shrimp and took a careful bite.
"Of course Kreacher could prepare better, but it will do," he proclaimed after thoughtfully chewing.
He tried the stuffed olive next and nodded.
"And the cheese cubes," Kereston said.
"They're so good that I'm on my fourth."
"Oh god, Gell, they have chocolate covered strawberries," Blaise exclaimed.
"Those are amazing!"
Moving to a tray further down the table, he plucked up two of them, passing one to Gellert. The taste of juicy succulent sweet fruit combined with a hard chocolate shell caused Gellert to groan in a way that was most definitely sexual. Regulus grinned.
"Better try one Kreacher. If not we'll both wonder for the rest of our lives."
Chuckling, the elf moved forward to take a strawberry.
"Very well. Kreacher will over eat if only to please Master Regulus.
The elf glanced around, a briefly sad expression momentarily crossing his features.
"Bella and Rod would really have enjoyed this party, Kreacher thinks. Rabastan too."
"The men were imprisoned again, weren't they," Blaise asked.
"And Bellatrix was your cousin, Regulus?"
"Yes, she is...was..."
Regulus stumbled over the words, but didn't appear to be grieving the loss particularly.
"They're better off now, Kreacher thinks," the elf said, and Regulus shot him a warning look, then shrugged.
Gellert was no bloody psychologist, but that was strange. It was not at all the way one spoke of someone dead or in prison. As neither Regulus or Kreacher seemed interested in elaborating, though, he didn't ask. If they ever wanted to explain, they would. He valued them as new friends enough not to be rude and attempt to pry into their thoughts simply to satisfy his curiosity.
"So were they as crazy as everyone says," Millicent asked curiously.
"Cause right now I'd be scared shitless to run into them...I mean what if they like decided to torture me or something?"
"They didn't torture randomly," Regulus said with a short laugh that didn't reach his blue eyes.
"They were always good to Kreacher," the elf rasped half under his breath.
"Most people were not good to Kreacher."
"Here, have a drink," Kereston said, thrusting a glass of Champaign into the elf's long fingered hand.
"It's a party!"
Gellert gave Regulus a sympathetic look, thinking that it must be a drag for vampires not to be able to drink. It meant one always had to stay sober.
Kreacher hesitated and Regulus gave him an encouraging smile.
"Yes, it's a party. Kreacher should enjoy himself."
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