Dabblings of a Dark Slytherin Prince

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Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

What have I outlived?


I've outlived seven years of school with Snape, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy, and Saint Potter - which I assure you was easier said than actually done. I have outlived the war that happened, not Voldemort and the Death Eaters, I mean the war that happened after that. The Muggleborn wars, where being pureblood was almost a crime, and hate crimes were at an all time high. It came to fighting in the street and rioting. It was a bad thing to be a wizard in Britain.

I survived the losing my first love and then finding her once again only to realize that she didn't know who I was or what we had shared. To this day, she's never remembered. I see her every now and then in passing. She's happy with her husband and the small ones and every time I see her smiling...it hurts just a little less.

I outlived my mother, may she burn in hell. I have outlived all of her husbands too.

I have outlived several attempts on my life. Including my son, Brayden trying to inadvertently blow up the house, and the twins' pet dragon and gryphon.

I've outlived my father in law trying to murder me for knocking up his baby girl before we were "legally wed." My father coming after me with a vengeance because he thought I was one of the sleeper Death Eater agents that hadn't been marked but were working to foment more rebellion among the already unstable society.

So yeah...I've outlived a lot so far.

Anyone that knew Blaise Zabini knew that Blaise took to bright sunny days like a cat. If it was bright and sunny, then Blaise was outside, heedless of what classes or meetings that he had that day. He passed this love onto his youngest son, Brayden, who like his father preferred the outdoors to indoors on sunny days.

His eldest, Alana, shared his particular fondness for rainy days and Sundays. On rainy days and Sundays, it took a magical crowbar to pry Blaise out of bed any earlier than two in the afternoon. Those days were for snuggling his wife and whatever kids had decided to join them that morning. Cian and Will were known for dragging him into board games played on the messed up sheets and blankets. Brayden preferred reading or a lively discussion of magical theory once he got older. It was also Blaise's preferred place for discussions with his wife.

Forced out of something? A Zabini? Are you serious? No one would force me out of something I truly wanted entry to. No one would dare.

At least no one not already a Zabini.
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Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

10. Potter. You were right. And thanks. Z.
9. Granger, my darling Gryffindor, that last Arithmantical proof of yours? Totally and utterly wrong. You forgot to balance the equation. All my love, Blaise (who did solve it correctly).
8. Mom? I hope you rot in Hell for a long damn time.
7. Papa Zabini? I miss you and I hope you're proud of the man I've become. I tried to follow in your example. You were the best part of my childhood. I wish we had had more time together.
6. Dad, I love you even when you cheat at pool.
5. No, Jamie, you can't have the grindylow, I know you think they're cool. They're also dangerous and untameable. Absolutely not.
4. Kimber, I want my painting back. Seriously, it took me ten years to find it. I want it back.
3. Dylan, for the love of everything holy, if you're going to show up bloody, come find me first and we'll patch you up before we send you home to Alana. I *was* a good hand at some of the battlefield mediwizardry during the war and she worries. So do I.
2. Luna, I'm sorry. I acted in what I thought was best. I...I never intended things to work out the way they did. I hope you and Neville are happy. I still love you even if you can't remember it.
1. You never deserved her, Dylan.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

Thirteen has interesting connotations for me. It was when I was thirteen that I first started hearing about the revival of cults long thought dead. I was thirteen when my fourth stepfather died. He was partially eaten by a grue or at least that was the story that was put about in select society.

I was thirteen when I realized the true extent of my mother's dangerous beauty. It was that summer before my third year at Hogwarts that my Nana and Tante initiated me into the ways of Papa Legba.

And it was a very happy thirteenth day of the first month of the new year that my wife gave birth to my third son, Brayden Eli Zabini. I'm quite proud of him, he's really blossomed into a fine man over the years (mostly his mother's doing). Duel and I have given him the best of what we know, as part Kinani and part Wizard, he and his siblings are very unique and the combination of his mother's and my own powers have resulted in some very interesting magical gifts for all of our children. Brayden's empathy is one of his greater gifts and he's used it to great effect all across the globe. He and Claire are our wandering children, traveling the world, helping people. Claire is a Muggle Healer, a nurse-practitioner is her title among the Muggles and her gifts combined with Bray's have meant very good things for a lot of the people that they have helped. They send us postcards and owls where and when they can.

Eventually the two of them will stop in one place, long enough for us to give them a proper engagement party and a wedding. [Locked from Duel and the Sisters and all of his children] Though according to Bray's blushes and Claire's giggling, I think they have already been married in some tribal fashion on one of their expeditions. This thought highly amuses both grandfathers and myself. [/locked]

I am not worried about either of them, past wanting them to be safe. Between Dulinte and I, we have provided our children with more of a background in defensive and offensive magical and non magical attacks. Brayden can look after himself, he's beaten me more than once with a blade, the times we've sparred and only Alana out of my other children has managed to do that.

So yes the number thirteen has a number of different connotations for me. Some good, some bad, some neutral.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

1. In my sleep.
2. Jumping in front of a curse meant for one of my children or my wife.
3. A gun shot
4. A knife
5. the Killing Curse
6. by an acolyte of the Baron
7. Poison
8. Drowning
9. Hanging
10. A Tyburn Execution

Hope is the thing with feathers

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Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

It had been an awesome evening, one might say. There had been a party that he and Duel had gone to, sans children of any ages or types (not that he didn't love them all dearly, the ones that were his and the ones that were hers, they were all theirs anyway). There had been good music, good food, good wine, and some excellent dancing. He missed little things like this sometimes just dancing with his red headed goddess carefree, no real crises, nothing pressing to solve or do, just them in that place at that time, dancing and being.

The after party in the luxurious hotel room had also been awesome, with sides of amazing, superlative, and Oh Merlin was that legal? They'd loved until the sun came up and then fell asleep, her snuggled closely into him.

He suspected that Jamie had been conceived that night. Which was equally awesome because for all the fear and pain bringing his little whirlwind into the world caused, he'd not trade his little man for anything else.

It had also been awesome to shock the living daylights out of Kimber. Again.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

...So that was how we came to say goodbye to the likes of Mauricio. Not a bad sort, but definitely no match for my mother, his poor heart gave out under all the excitement of having a younger, more vibrant wife. The Aurors gave the house a through examination and the Mediwizards cleared my mother of all alleged wrongdoing. It'd been a whirlwind romance and of course they had been just far too carried away to sit down and soberly discuss all manner of things like the state of one's health.

So my mother claimed. I was never quite sure what really happened with him. As far as I knew, she'd not gotten bored with him yet and he hadn't been the violent sort or anything other than loving and adoring to my mother and pleasant to me.

And that was how her second husband had died. It was then that slowly I could see her soul breaking away bit by bit. At least that's when it started. She started to throw herself more and more into her rituals. It was slightly scary to see her doing all of this. I was still a young child, around the ages of 7,8. She had no more time for me.

Which I didn't exactly take well to. It continued like this for about a year until I met David. David was a mediwizard at one of the smaller hospitals, my nanny had brought me in because I'd shattered one of my wrist bones playing with my toy broom on the playground. David was nice to me, one of the few to be truly nice to me. He fixed me up and gave me a sweet from Honeydukes and then sent me home after getting my contact information from the nanny.

He came to check in on me the very next day. He even helped me with my flying. I ended up giggling madly when he hefted me over his shoulder and twirled me around and around. That was how Mother found us.

Initially she wasn't happy. But David was unapologetic as he explained why he was there and then she seemed to warm up towards him a little.


Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter