Dabblings of a Dark Slytherin Prince

Four.

Four was the number of drinks he'd had in him before he'd come up with the plan that had eventually ruined his life. It was after another four drinks that he'd had the balls to share this plan with someone else who also used it to great effect. Eight drinks to ruin his life, two drinks in him to get together the courage to actually implement the plan, stone sober while actually accomplishing the deed.

But it had all started with those first four drinks.


It had been four drinks incidentally that had also saved him. Two drinks before meeting Her children ( he'd never met any one else with such a colorful background) and while it did not in any stretch of the imagination go well, it could have gone much worse than it had. Two drinks afterwards for both of them had led to them confessing to each other which had led to the conception of their eldest and the marriage.

Four to doom him and then four to save him.

( Intrigue...you can't be serious )
Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

197. You’ve been granted one wish?

The air had that good old Nawlins smell to it, smelled like sin, debauchery, abandon, and gumbo spice. He loved the smell, smelled like home to him. With her tucked under his arm, he was absolutely complete. In the place he called home, with the beautiful blond whose attention and love he’d somehow managed to attract, and a world free from evil megalomaniacs trying to convert or kill all that he knew. Merlin bless Saint Potter, and that was positively the last time he wanted to think *that* of all things. Grabbing her tiny hand in his larger one, he led them down to a particular street, “Love, you’ve got to try one of these beignets. It’s an integral part of the New Orleans experience."

After they’d finished their beignets and coffee and he showed her some of the highlights of the city, he took her to an old antique looking house. There lived Marcel and Tante Marie and Maman. Walking up the old stone steps, they walked in. He found them on the back porch, sipping their iced tea and chattering back and forth. “ Maman, Tante, I’ve brought someone special for you to meet. This is my Luna…” That was always where he woke up. Right before he could see Maman’s and Tante Marie’s reactions to the love of his life. But that life wasn’t his anymore, couldn’t be his, she did not remember him for her own safety and it was just best to leave it that way. But still if he could have one wish…that would be it.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

I couldn't tell my mother that I thought she was idiotic for helping to give Voldemort the power to make the Inferi. I couldn't tell her that, even though inside I was screaming at her for being so stupid as to buy into the Dark Lord's seductive lies. That it would not only harm her in this lifetime, but abusing her gift like that would not cause our gods to look with favor on her. The Baron is a jealous master and he does not share with anyone, not even upstart Dark Lords. I was head of the household and I wanted to scream at her, but I couldn't. No matter how my mother has disappointed me in the past, she is still my mother.


( Cut for DH spoilers )

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

My mother is not like other mothers.

She is a rich, beautiful Pureblooded witch that's been widowed several times over. She's also a devotee of Baron Samedi. The last is not something she advertises to our particular social circles, at least it used to be something that she didn't advertise. Ever since Voldemort found out about my mother's particular gifts, he's had her slaving over huge cauldron, working her magic to create batches of Inferi for him. She has bastardized the gifts she was born with in order to please a half-blooded megalogmaniac. All she cares about is her next husband, she enjoys the chase and even the actual marriage ceremonies and all, then after a certain point she tires of them and they have "accidents." Mother mourns and then the cycle begins all over again.

It didn't use to be like that. There was laughter and love when Papa Zabini was still alive. There were hugs and bedtime stories. But then he died unexpectedly and Mother changed.

Became the woman she was now.


Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

Would I ever kill a member of my own species?

Abso-bloody-lutely.

Blood’s already been spilled in this conflict, this clash between Voldemort and Golden Boy Potter. It’ll take blood to end it all. Ogun will demand it. With whispers going around about prophecies and quests and soul-splitting, there is nothing else for it. Especially if the last is true, if Voldemort really has created a number of Horcruxes that must be destroyed before Potter can kill him once and for all, then it is not matter of ‘if’ , but of ‘when.’ The Horcruxes are created by taking a human life and they must also be destroyed likewise. It could be slow, it could be fast, but for each Horcrux that must be eliminated, someone else will die. If Voldemort is the sadistic megalomaniac that he seems to act like, then just getting through to the Horcruxes would require human life, at the very least, blood.

But getting back to the subject at hand, yes, I would kill a member of my own species. There are some people in this world that would serve it better by leaving it.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

171. Biggest mistake made in a relationship.


The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in a relationship was to erase any traces that it had ever existed. It was during the war and I was one of the nameless few that assisted Potter in the task that he had set out to do. It was a challenge fitting for any Slytherin and I do not regret my involvement in it. Because of the nature of what I did, I believe that only the Golden Trio and possibly Lupin knew of my true loyalties. Everyone else assumed that I was merely playing one side against the other. Therein lay the danger, because to the vast majority of the “Light” side, I was still the enemy. My relationship with my girl would not have gone over well and there were far too many chances that someone would discover us and then try to use one of us against the other. I could not allow that to happen.

So in the interest of protecting her from anyone who meant us harm, I removed all memories of me from her and from anyone who knew about our relationship.

I thought it was the only way she could be safe.

I was wrong.

Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

It had been late at night and he had woken up screaming from a bad dream. This was actually the third night of bad dreams and all he wanted was for his mamae to come and hold him tightly like she always would and chase away the bad dreams with a cup of tea and a lullaby. He opened his eyes, blinking away tears, but his mamae wasn’t there.

No one was there.

Grabbing his stuffed dragon (birthday gift from Draco a year ago), he shuffled out of his room and towards his mother’s suite. He was stopped by their House-Elves before he’d even gotten close. They tried to take him back to his room, but he refused to let them, kicking and screaming for his mamae, he made a terrible scene there in the hallway.

His mamae had come out and icily demanded to know what was going on. He had tried to tell her, but all she’d done was order the House-Elves to use whatever force necessary to take him back to his room and keep him there. Later he’d been told that his mamae had been entertaining one of the rich suitors that had wanted to marry the young pureblooded widow and that she had specifically ordered that she not be disturbed.

That was the first time that Blaise had truly been disappointed, but it was not the last.

Time passed, husbands came and went, and Blaise grew more and more disillusioned with his world. When his grandmother insisted her grandson come live with her for a while, he didn’t protest. Anything was better than watching his beautiful mother (no longer mamae) play her games and cast her nets and sell herself to the highest bidder.

He didn’t return until it was time for him to go to Hogwarts. By then he was a master at concealing his true feelings, he played the dutiful son, the good student, the young arrogant Pureblood heir flawlessly. No one suspected that if given the chance, Blaise would gladly disappear from this place in a heartbeat. No one suspected the depth of his disillusionment with the kind of life he was expected to lead.



Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

Blaise couldn't believe his eyes, after having met the mysterious man in Hogsmeade and had coffee with him...they'd gone to Dublin and gone pub crawling and now his companion was dancing on the tables there at the pub.