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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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Eager to show off his work to Gellert, as he'd expressed a strong interest in seeing it, Blaise glanced around for Bramble. The elf stood between his parents as they spoke to professor Snape, nearly hidden by his mother's long skirts.
"Bramble," he called. "Would you come here for a moment?"
The elf hurried over, giving a slight bow as his round eyes flicked between Blaise and Gellert. Only mild curiosity flickered in his stoic gaze.
"Yes?"

"Look," Blaise began, suddenly hoping his mother hadn't let Bramble have it over the Dementor situation. "You didn't get into trouble over the stupid Dementor thing, did you? I'll tell her again it was my fault, because it was, of course. And besides, nothing happened anyway."

"Bramble did not," the elf replied with a slight shrug.
"Good," Blaise said, relieved. "Now do you have that pendant I made for you to wear when getting Gellert out of Nurmengard? He'd like to see it."

The elf nodded quickly, spindly long fingered hands reaching up to his neck. He unclasped the silver chain and drew the pendant out from under his tunic where he'd worn it against his chest. Moving closer, he extended it to Gellert.

"Thank you," Gellert said, taking the pendant carefully into his hand. "I would also like to thank you for getting me out of that place. And you," he added, turning to Blaise with a warm smile, "for making it possible. I am fortunate that a wizard as great as myself was born in time to get me out of there before I died."
His smile widened and he winked. Was he joking about Blaise being as great a wizard as himself? He had to be, but it felt very nice nonetheless. Before he could reply, Gellert's gaze had dropped to the pendant in his hand.
"Very interesting complex work," he said. "I'm impressed!"

Gellert Grindelwald appreciated his skills with enchantments! Blaise was pleased enough to hope he wasn't puffing up with the pride of it or being too obvious. Compliments never moved him much before, because for him they were only the simple truth. Coming from Grindelwald himself, though, the compliments somehow felt more grand...and shiny...and...impressive?
"It was my pleasure. Honestly when Wolfgang had the idea of freeing you, I felt rather stupid for not thinking of it myself. You were always a wizard I've admired, to be frank."

He chuckled. "And until recently I never believed I'd be fortunate enough to have a late lunch with you! Your interest in enchanted objects along with your magical skill is admirable. I don't have...really anyone on my level with whom I can speak on such matters," Blaise admitted unabashedly. He never hid the fact he thought well of himself, and he wasn't going to start now. Everything he thought was true, after all, so why should he?

"I can relate to that," Gellert said with a nod, eyes still on the small silver medallion in his hand.

"Do you think you can replicate that," Kereston asked him.
"Probably. After a bit of studying the various layers of nondetection, deflect and...is that spell reversal?"

"Yes," Blaise said, hearing the pleased smile in his own voice.
"So you can help Blaise to make more of them? It would get it done so much faster and we'd all feel safer once we each had one I'm sure," Kereston said.
"Of course," Gellert said. "I'd be glad to." He turned to Blaise. "It will go faster if you just tell me how you wove them together and what that fourth layer is, then I can just begin the work without having to study it first."

"Of course," Blaise agreed readily. "The fourth layer is nondetect and the fifth is enhancement of all of the other four. As soon as someone buys us more little silver pendants, we can get started," he added with a pointed look at Kereston.

Gellert had missed the fifth layer. He was either badly out of practice or the boy was better than good, he thought. He didn't mind if both were true, though the later would be far more exciting. He hadn't ever had anyone to work with who could truly match his own skills. For this reason he had always been easily bored. Perhaps that would change if Blaise continued to be as intriguing as he was now.
"That's Mag's thing. She does the wearable," Kereston said in response to Blaise's hint that she handle the acquisition of the required pendants. "She should be here soon."

"That sounds good, thanks," Blaise told Kereston.

Magritte Westcraven had been two years ahead of them in school, so graduated at the end of Blaise and Millie's fifth year and Kereston's sixth. Her parents worked at the Ministry with Millie and Kereston's so the 3 were childhood friends but Blaise didn't know her well. Both he and Mag were quiet by nature so never really got a conversation started. She was more interested in magical creatures and books than people, and when she was at Hogwarts, he usually saw her with her face in a book. Even at lunch, she'd read or chat up the Bloody Baron.

They were all doing their bit right now, working together to stay safe and help as much as they could though apparently only a certain inept young wizard named Harry Potter could truly do much against Voldemort in the end as prophecy would have it. The sudden and delicious smell of food brought Blaise's gaze to the table before him. Lunch had arrived in the form of heaping platters of pot roast swimming in gravy and surrounded by vegetables and potatoes. There were also large platters of salad and trays of hot dinner rolls.

"Where did it come from," Gellert asked. The food smelled better than anything he could remember at that moment. He didn't even bother trying to recall the last time he'd had a truly good meal.

"It's the house elves who serve Hogwarts," Kereston explained. "They work behind the scenes mostly for whatever reason. Things just seem to appear...Like magic," she concluded with a little giggle at her own wit. "Dig in, there's always plenty."

Gellert lifted the fork which was suddenly beside the plate of food before him. He hadn't even had to fill it himself! Taking his first delicious bite, he reminded himself to eat slowly and for the most part, he succeeded.

After the first bite, Blaise realized he was hungrier than he'd thought. So focused was he on his food that he didn't notice Mag enter. He heard Millicent speaking quietly and looked up to see the pretty willowy red head seated across from her. She was listening to Millicent with a rare look of attentive interest on her face. Their conversation paused, however, when Kereston caught sight of Mag and waved eagerly.

"Blaise and Gellert are both going to make the medallions that unravel magic before it touches the wearer for all of us. They just need more pendants. You know like the one Blaise made for Bramble to wear when getting Gellert out of Nurmengard. Can you get some fast?"

"I should be able to," Mag said. "I'll check into it after we're finished here."

"Great," Kereston smiled happily and Blaise turned to Gellert.

"I hope the food is better than whatever they were giving you at Nurmengard," he said, lifting his own fork for another bite of potroast. Gellert was replying that indeed it was when Sabra Zabini's imperious voice spoke right over him.

"Hold on just a moment, young man," she called, moving purposefully toward Blaise. "We called this meeting to talk about what happened to you today along with all the implications it carries. So you stand up and tell everyone what occurred in Knockturn alley today before you eat, and don't dare leave out a single detail!"
Her gaze took in the rest of the table and she gave them a regal nod of greeting. "Go ahead and eat the rest of you," she said, granting permission as though she had every right to make them stop eating if she so chose.

Sighing, Blaise stood, placing his fork back on the plate with an annoyed clatter as he did. "I went book shopping in Knockturn alley. The shop keeper closed for lunch. I waited for Bramble outside so he'd know where I was, because if I went home he'd be looking for me at the shop. He'd gone to free you," he said, nodding to Grindelwald, and giving a slight smile. Somehow having him there made the situation both better and worse at the same time.

"I was reading while I waited and began to feel odd in a way I still can't exactly explain. Just in short, like something wasn't right. Then I noticed the temperature drop. It was quite hot out and then in less than a second I was wishing I'd brought along a cloak. In the next second I saw the dementors. They were suddenly everywhere. I didn't want Bramble to come into that looking for me so took a few seconds to write a message to him with my wand on the outside of the shop. I told him to meet me at home.

Of course I didn't sign my name, only the letter B so that he could be certain the message was from me. I was ready to apparate home then but they were there, 2 of them grasping my arms. One asked me where Potter was and used my name. I told it I had no idea and asked how it knew my name. It wasn't interested in telling me and tried to snog me instead so I twisted away and apparated out of there. It was disturbing, but Mum thinks it's some big deal that I didn't feel particularly depressed. I don't know it wasn't that long that I was exposed," Blaise said with a careless shrug.

Blaise didn't mind bragging, and knew he was better than most his age at most things, but when it came to this, he felt his mum was making a big deal out of nothing too impressive.
"I didn't like the fact they knew my name, though," he admitted, then sat back down and picked up his fork with a pointedly dark look at his mother.

Sabra Zabini wasn't interested in relaxing, and began to pace the length of the staff table, her long dark red dress swishing around her in silky folds as she did, her high heals making rapid clicking sounds on the floor as if tapping out a beat.
Snape's sallow face wore a frown of concern as he came to sit at Magritte's side, attending to his own plate of food.

It was then that Blaise noticed the large white owl on the man's black robed arm. The bird studied the food consideringly then hopped down onto the table and began helping itself to the contents of Snape's plate. Snape with a pet was odd. Blaise didn't see him as the pet sort. For his part, Blaise had never wished to own one. When he had to buy one in his first year he'd gotten a tarantula but the thing got away, perhaps because he'd forgotten to feed it. He'd never gotten another. He simply wasn't interested in caring for things, nor did he need its companionship.

"Sit down and eat, Sweet Heart," Blaise's dad coaxed his Mum. She was reluctant, but allowed him to take her arm and guide her to a seat near the end of the table.
"What are we doing about this," Sabra asked Wolfgang pointedly. "We did so much to keep our family safe... To keep my baby safe and dementors know his name! How? Why?"

"Probably Voldemort, but the why is yet a mystery," Snape said dryly in-between bites of pot roast. "I told you that you can all remain here while we get it sorted. If I hear anything, of course I'll do what I can to divert interest," he concluded, obviously referring to his under cover work among Voldemort's followers.

"We have to stay here? I am to stay here in this stupid second rate school even during the summer? This is Hell," Blaise exploded.
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