fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

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Shit what was he going to do.

*

He had spent all too much time rummaging around his quarters and his office for something halfway presentable and when he got back to the Great Hall he found he was pretty late. The Champions had had their dance, the kids were mingling, the adults were mingling harder, and the tension in the air was more than palpable.

He almost wished he hadn't come back.

Hermione Granger looked nice though. Like she was having a pretty good time. Maybe he shouldn't have been so selfishly hard on her.

With everyone busy and entangled in their own drama, he took to watching Not-Moody very closely.

The man made an offhand remark about Potter's underclothes. Strike two for him being some sort of pervert. At some point Aberforth showed up to argue with Albus about not supporting his business. The Weasley boy had it out with Hermione quite loudly, and only two of his students came over to ask him why he was skulking in the corner instead of dancing.

"I'm watching, children. Gathering information. Waiting for the perfect time to strike."

The two students had giggled slightly and left, unsure whether he was really joking.

Maybe with all this tension, it was the perfect time to strike.

*

Not-Moody was in his office after the Ball had ended, sipping from his hip flask. He'd been sipping on it all night. Obviously. The hallway here was deserted this far from the action, so, he pulled up his cloaks and fixed his transfiguration charms.

This would be fun.

"My Lord! What are you doing here at Hog-- Ah! Forgive my impudence! But the ritual? Has the ritual been complete? I thought you were waiting for Potter, I was going to bring you Potter! Ah! Forgive me please! Has there been a change in plans?"

"Boy you sure got talkative fast there." He pushed the Voldemort persona away, letting his Chalworth persona rise from underneath. Double transfiguration. "Don't you guys have like, a password or something?"

"You!"

"Yeah me."

"How did you...?"

"I believe its called transfiguration."

"But... there's only one person in the world who can do that sort of thing without the use of polyjuice..."

"Oh yeah! That's right! Don't steal my shtick. Oh and yeah. Obliviate."

"Uh. Chalworth. What are you doing in my office?"

*

He tapped his head with his wand, pulling out a long silvery memory and placing it in a vial. He repeated this process twice more. He placed a different label on each vial and placed them into a box.

A perfect present for Albus.

*

Albus had given him a locket that had once belonged to Kendra. It made him want to die. Just a little.

He didn't stay long. He handed him the box and he left.

*

"I haven't opened it yet. I wanted you to be there."

You idiot! He wanted to scream. You absolute idiot!

"Well I don't want to be there!"

That may have been a bit less than mature. Obviously it was the influence of the children.

*

He had an actual honest-to-God vision not long after Christmas. It was not what he had been expecting to say the least.

But it was something he should probably bring to Albus.

"I've seen what you gave me." He said as soon as Dione walked in. "Its... disturbing."

"Oh yeah and which thing is that?"

"Everything."

"Yeah, well. It happens. Move on. Get over it. Bigger fish to fry, or whatever."

"You have to go back--"

"I am not going back!"

"Gellert--"

"Don't call me that!"

"What?"

He supposed he'd have to do this alone. Which, yeah, totally sucked, but what else was there to do?

"Obliviate!"

*

"Oh. Dione? What are you doing in my office?"

"Nothing much /sir/. Just admiring the view."

*

At least now he knew who Not-Alastor Moody was. Not that that mattered. The guy wasn't exactly the mastermind of his organization. Death Eaters were weeds. If he took down this one, another one would come in its place.

He'd have to wait.

So what if Albus wouldn't share his plans with him? So what if Albus wanted his plausible deniability? It wasn't as if he actually cared. He'd just have to outplay him, but it was hard. He didn't know where either of them stood and he'd forgotten how to play.

He'd gone back to Karkaroff with his cloaks up and his transfiguration down. He hadn't been quite right before but he was playing the game now. For real. For keeps.

"You never wanted to take his mark. You know I'd never blame you..." He was in Karkaroff's office with him, holding his hands firmly under his own. "Whose man are you, Igor Karkaroff?"

"Yours, My Lord. Always Yours. Only Yours." He sank to his knees in reverence and Gellert had to bite back a snide sexual comment because that was really not how you played for keeps.

"Mine." He agreed. "Now. Answer the call."

Igor Karkaroff bit back a sob and did as he was bid.

*

He had let the scene from his vision play out nearly exactly. He had no need or desire to keep the elder Crouch alive, so he simply did not.

It wouldn't do to be seen at the scene of the crime, but he let Albus see him at the very least. Gave him a knowing look. I'm playing now. Its real now.

And Albus gave him a look back like this was just the greatest thing he had never heard from him.

*

Karkaroff came back to him to tell him the plan. At least whatever Voldemort had deigned to tell him of it. Crouch, the younger that was, would send Potter to him at the end of the third task.

"Send him to him where?"

"A muggle village. Little Hangleton. That's where he's at... What are you... going to do?"

Gellert smiled sweetly. "Are you my agent or his?"

"Yours. Of course, My Lord."

"Then why do you ask?"

"I... Forgive me, My Lord. I do not mean to be... impertinent. I will do only what you ask of me. Nothing more."

"Can you speak to Crouch?"

"He thinks I am disloyal. I avoided imprisonment."

"Really? I don't see him in Azkaban. Go to him. Threaten him. Sweeten to him. I do not care. Bring me any information you can gather."

*

Any information he could gather turned out to be a lot of information.

"A portkey, you say?"

"He wants to transport Potter to the Little Hangleton graveyard to perform... Some sort of resurrection spell? I'm not... too sure... What that entails..."

"Its fine. Take me to the cup."

"Yes My Lord."

*

It turned out the only thing more depressing than Little Hangleton was the Little Hangleton graveyard. But there they were, preparing for there little ritual. This dark lord looked even worse than he did, which he had to admit he did take pleasure in. His servant was doing most of the busywork but he stopped abruptly when he noticed his arrival. Standing with his cloak pulled down around his shoulders and not a drop of transfiguration on him, waving the triwizard cup in mocking triumph.

"Expecting someone else were you?"

The man who was not Voldemort squeaked in a rather undignified way which was odd. "Master... I believe there may have been a... slight complication at Hogwarts." He said to the presumably human creature ordering him around.

"Kill him!" The thing rasped out. He rolled his eyes slightly. To say that was not going to happen would be an understatement.

Gellert drew his wand, slowly. "Listen, I don't really like killing former students, so if you just want to scurry along there... You are woefully outmatched here."

He certainly seemed like he wanted to, looking back and forth between him and his own master. Unfortunately his fear of Voldemort outweighed his fear of Grindelwald.

That was a mistake. But he considered himself a good teacher. This was a good time for a lesson.

*

"Now what to do with you?" He looked down at the not-resurrected Voldemort. "I can't kill you. Unfortunately. Ugh am I going to have to work with Albus on this one? No way, I am not going to do that... This is all mine."

"So. Dementor's kiss? Would that even work? Could lock you in a vat of American pensieve water. Might be fun to see what happens. Well I could always-- Oh! Oh that is too good. That is too, too good."

"What are you going to do? You know you can't kill me."

Gellert hit him with a transfiguration spell. "You know. I've changed my mind. I don't want to kill you. You are... ever so useful." It was like looking into a mirror.

"You've just turned me into you! How does that--"

Albus chose that moment to show up. He always did have perfect timing.

"Oh Albus, you always do have perfect timing..."

Albus took in the scene around him and smiled, in a manner no one would be able to mistake for kindly. "We had to postpone the third task due to your... machinations..."

"I'll make it up to you."

"Yes you will." Albus moved on, grabbing his fruitful imposter and disapparating.

He sure hoped the little fucker liked Nurmengard.

This fic is fucking amazing, akhsthakjst, I laughed out loud and giggled like a lunatic and oh my goodness, it's so good!! The clever twist at the end, too!! I really enjoyed Gellert's voice throughout this piece, he's so snarky XD

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