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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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The family was just finishing up with breakfast when a knock came at the front door. With an expression of mild surprise, Bramble rose to answer it.
"Is anyone expecting company," Geo asked with raised brows as he glanced around at everyone else.
Blaise, Gellert, and Sabra all shook their heads. When Bramble returned seconds later, the elf looked bemused.
"Kreacher is here to see Blaise and Gellert. Bramble took the liberty of showing him into the library."
Blaise nodded.
"Thank you, Bramble. Would you bring coffee for three into the library when you are able?"
The elf nodded. Blaise and Gellert rose from their chairs at the breakfast table and headed into the library, both silently wondering what had brought Kreacher out to see them. Blaise hoped he hadn't changed his mind about working with them on crafting enchanted items. He'd really looked forward to seeing how human and elf magic combined and Kreacher had some very good ideas that were definitely sellable.
"Don't tell me you've changed your mind about working with us," Blaise said as soon as he and Gellert joined Kreacher in the library.
The elf was sitting in one of the comfortable high backed chairs that peppered the room, studying the spines of the books on the shelf nearest him.
"Oh no. Kreacher still plans to work with Blaise Zabini and Gellert Grindelwald," he quickly assured.
"Good," Blaise said with a relieved sigh as he and Gellert seated themselves near the elf.
"You can just call us Blaise and Gellert," Gellert said with a grin.
"It saves time."
Kreacher nodded.
"Very well. Kreacher came to tell Blaise and Gellert that he is not living at Grimmauld Place so they should not come there tomorrow. He did not wish to give his new address in a public setting...just in case. Kreacher has Master Regulus's safety to consider, after all," the elf explained.
"Kreacher told Kereston that he would come and give Blaise and Gellert the proper address before Monday. Master Regulus fears that the ministry will not forgive him his crimes, so he has decided to give up the family home rather than risk being discovered," Kreacher said, expression momentarily quivery with upset.
It was clear that he didn't agree with Regulus's choice and wanted his home back. As if his expression hadn't made that plain as day, the elf added half under his breath, "Kreacher can't believe his Darling Master Regulus has chosen to let the family home fall to blood traitors who loved Sirius Black."
Gellert's lips twisted briefly upward in dry amusement.
"If it makes you feel better, when great wizards pretend to be dead, or have committed what lesser minds consider to be heinous crimes, they have to make adjustments. I, for example, must pretend to be my own son whenever the time comes for me to require official documentation."
He chuckled.
"At least I got my dear old dad's amazingly good looks and brilliant brain."
"He had fan girls coming to hit that in Nurmengard," Blaise said with a grin.
Gellert grinned back.
"Damn right!"
Blaise frowned, taken briefly aback.
"Really?"
Gellert laughed, tossing back his hair and pushing a hand against Blaise's shoulder.
"Of bloody course not! They wouldn't even give me a bloody newspaper for fear I could turn it into a broom to ride out on!"
Kreacher cleared his throat.
"Kreacher thought we were talking about Kreacher," he chided almost gently.
"Oh right," Gellert said, with an unabashed grin at the elf.
"So what's your new address, and is it still alright for us to meet you there tomorrow morning," Blaise asked.
"That's just it," Kreacher said carefully.
"Kereston says that Blaise and Gellert can be trusted...so Kreacher asks that they tell no one. He supposes Mr. and Mrs. Zabini are safe if they promise to keep it a secret, because Kreacher is aware they have their own secrets in way of seven dead bodies that do not exist..."
Blaise and Gellert exchanged a glance. This was getting interesting!
"Of course. We nor the parents will breathe a word. We all have our secrets," Gellert agreed.
"Well then...Master Regulus and Kreacher are staying at Raven's Nest on the edge of London. This is the Lestrange family manor."
"Interesting," Blaise said.
"Can you give us directions and an exact address? I've never heard of the place."
Kreacher nodded.
"If Kreacher could have quill and parchment," the elf requested.
Gellert rose and went to the desk in the far corner of the library to supply the items. Once presented with them, Kreacher wrote the address to Raven's Nest manor along with a few lines of concise directions in a precise, neat hand. When he was finished, he handed the parchment to Blaise.
"Thank you. We'll be there some time before lunch if that's alright."
Kreacher nodded.
"That is fine. Kreacher doesn't have too much to fill his days when he isn't spending time with Kereston. He keeps the manor clean, but that isn't difficult. He will be glad of something to do with himself, and Master Regulus was extremely proud that you asked Kreacher to work with you."
"Well we're excited," Blaise said sincerely as Kreacher rose to take his leave.
Blaise and Gellert arrived at Raven's Nest manor around ten the next morning. To their surprise it wasn't Kreacher who opened the door to them. It wasn't even an elf. It was a tall thin woman with somewhat gaunt features and long wild black curls.
"Get inside quick," she said, stepping back and flinging the door wide.
They acquiesced, stepping quickly inside which allowed her to hastily shut the door behind them. Blaise had seen her face before...a few times in the newspaper.
"Bellatrix Lestrange?"
She nodded, giving a mad grin that was full of silent laughter.
"Who else has this hair, I ask you," she demanded, tossing her wild locks over one shoulder.
"Mine is better," Gellert said, giving his own blonde locks a flip and Bellatrix smirked, rolling her eyes.
"Isn't anyone bloody dead," Blaise asked, mind struggling to process.
"I am quite certain that Sirius Black is extremely dead," Bellatrix said firmly, expression most definitely self satisfied as she made this proclamation.
"May his foul soul writhe in eternal spiritual torment," Kreacher said from behind Bellatrix.
"Kreacher sees that Blaise and Gellert have met Miss Bella," the elf observed.
"I'm late for work, but I had to stay around long enough to meet Gellert Grindelwald," Bellatrix said.
"If you're ever ready to take on the filthy Muggles again, count the Lestranges in."
"That's right."
The man who'd chimed in had just approached their little group where they stood in the entry hall. He was taller than Bellatrix with short black hair, a strong jaw and wide shoulders that had obviously supported a muscular frame once.
Those muscles had given way to poor nutrition, though and he was relatively thin. The man who stood beside him had similar features, but was slighter of build and younger with a mildly harder look in his green eyes.
"That's my husband, Roddy and the runt there is our little brother Rabastan," Bellatrix said in way of a casual introduction.
"Nice to meet you," Gellert said, unfazed by the entire affair while Blaise was still trying to sort out how Bellatrix was alive and how all the Lestranges were out of bloody Azkaban.
"While the offer is kind, I am nothing like your dark lord was," Gellert told the Lestranges with a slight inclination of his head.
"Good," Bellatrix said, then swept out the front door without another word, the two men following behind.
Once they were outside, the sound of three popping sounds indicated all three had just apparated away to...somewhere.
"You must explain if I am to concentrate on work at all today," Blaise told Kreacher.
"Powerful wizards simply do not die easily," Kreacher replied.
"The Lestranges were captured during the battle of Hogwarts by Ministry officials who recruit for something called Black Ops."
Kreacher chuckled.
"Considering Miss Bella used to be a Black it seems fitting to Kreacher, it does."
"But the papers said Molly Weasley killed her, difficult as that is to grasp," Blaise said, arching his brows.
Molly Weasley wasn't particularly one that you'd consider an impressive duelist.
"During that fight, Miss Bella was hit with a stunner from behind which caused her to fall. The official that knocked her out then proceeded to shout about how Molly Weasley had saved the day, so everyone believed it including Molly Weasley herself, who was indeed trying to kill Miss Bella."
"I see," Blaise said, nodding.
That made more sense he supposed.
"But why does the Ministry trust the Lestranges enough to hire them for Black Ops work? I mean they're the Lestranges."
"They are good at what they do and the Ministry didn't have anyone better...In fact everyone they had was far worse. They did finally try to set their own black Ops on Voldemort's trail, but they couldn't find him much less bring him in. They at last were forced to open their eyes and finally understood what sorts of people they needed working for them," Kreacher explained.
"Yes, but that doesn't explain the trust factor," Blaise said.
"Why does the Ministry trust the Lestranges not to run away at the very least."
"The Ministry has made the Lestranges take unbreakable vows. They have also promised to Pardon them for their crimes if they work them off for forty years. They merely have to do so in disguise or unseen. The world believes the two men to still be in Azkaban and Miss Bella dead."
Blaise gave a dry chuckle.
"I'm sure they bloody do. If general society knew the Lestranges were out, they'd soil themselves repeatedly on a daily basis."
Indeed the concept was a bit unsettling even for him were he honest.
"Are they truly that bad," Gellert asked, expression doubtful and a bit amused.
"They seemed relatively harmless even if they didn't recover from their stay in prison as well as I did."
"They tortured the Longbottoms for information until their minds broke so badly that they can no longer function," Blaise said with a shrug.
That didn't bother him in itself. If Neville Longbottom served as any sort of example for the worth of his family tree, the Lestranges really hadn't wasted any great wizarding potential. Just the lack of control such demonstrated made the overly controlled Blaise a bit uneasy. Well before Gellert he'd been overly controlled. Now, only sometimes, he noted with dry amusement at himself.
"Who are the Longbottoms," Gellert asked casually.
"Are they relevant?"
Blaise shrugged again.
"Not truly. It's just the lack of control in the act that sort of bothers me."
Gellert nodded, understanding the rational in that.
"It wasn't like them truly," Kreacher muttered.
"They were always good to Kreacher, especially after Master Regulus..."
The elf trailed off, face crumpling as his long fingered hands twisted at the long black tunic he now wore.
Memories of the past were obviously getting to him, and that was a thing Gellert understood well even if he didn't have as much trouble with that of late.
"Kreacher needs to check on Master Regulus's sleep...Just to assure himself. The library is down the hall and two doors to the right. We will work in there today, Kreacher thinks," the elf said, gesturing them in that direction as he turned down another hallway and apparated to another part of the manor with a crack.
Blaise and Gellert shrugged nearly as one and headed in the direction Kreacher had indicated, finding the library with no problem. Every wizard loved to get a look at another's library, especially if the family was a worthy and respectable one. There was always the hope for discovering rare and interesting books that one could then beg to borrow. The two busied themselves perusing the shelves until Kreacher joined them in under five minutes. In truth neither man would've minded in the least if he'd taken longer.
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic