Warning: This story contains adult situations and language. It also contains some material not suitable for underaged readers. This is also a SLASH fic meaning sexual relations between two male characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or X-men, I do not recieve any type of payment for these fics.

Author's Note: This is a post-war fic. The students who were seventh years at the end of Deathly Hallows were allowed to return to finish Hogwarts as 8th year students. Also this fic will not be completely cannon with the books of Harry Potter. Also it will be slightly AU for the X-men world as well. I'm basing Gambit's description off of the actor who played him in X-Men Origins: Wolverine. I hope that this will not stop anyone from reading.

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Voodoo


"This is gonna be amazing you guys," Hermione said, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Tell me about it," Ron said grinning. "We get to go to Bourbon Street, see girls flash for beads,"

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione hit his arm. "You're so immature!"

Harry snickered into his book, then looked out the window when Hermione glared at him. "I'm actually interested in learning about voodoo magic," He admitted.

"Good, at least you're mature Harry," Hermione said.

"Well if there were guys flashing, he'd be less interested in learning," Ron said. Harry blushed slightly at his friend's words.

"Ron!" Hermione hit him again, only this time on the back of the head. "You're horrid," Her voice went a little high in pitch.

Harry blushed and looked down at his book. "He's a teenage boy with raging hormones Hermione, what did you expect?"

"I honestly don't know," Hermione picking up her bag and pulling out a book of her own.

"I just don't understand why we're taking a muggle form of transportation," Ron muttered looking around the plane. "It's down right scary,"

"If you can fly on a broom you can handle a plane," Hermione said rolling her eyes. "It's not any worse. Planes are one of the safest ways to travel anyways," She flipped the page of her book. "Besides, the magic communities in America aren't as big as in Europe so they don't have things like Floo networks set for international travel," She said.

"Just go to sleep, when you wake up, it'll be over," Harry said.

"Good idea mate," Ron shifted in his seat. Harry rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

"Welcome to New Orleans, Louisiana," The witch tour guide said holding her arms out wide. She was standing in the center of the street with the Hogwarts students and a few professors in front of her. "This is the famous Bourbon Street. As you can see even during the day it's a very colorful place," She was walking backwards.

Harry nudged Ron and pointed to a rainbow flag hanging in the window of a shop. "Colorful," He repeated and both snickered while Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Although Bourbon Street is not the most famous area for Voodoo, there are several respectable Voodoo shops on this street as well as the connecting ones. Some of which are run by muggles," The Tour witch turned and began walking forward. "They have everything from potion ingredients to tarot cards for divination,"

Harry barely listened to her go on and on about different shops, giving the history of buildings and stories about hauntings. Hermione had basically given the entire history of the French Quarter on the plane ride and the two weeks before at Hogwarts.

Harry stopped looking in a building that caught his attention. It was a bar, something about it drew Harry in, but it was closed, so Harry figured he'd go later tonight when it was open.

"Come on Harry, or you'll get left behind," Hermione called and Harry looked at her, then back at the bar, then took off after her and the rest of the group.

At six o'clock Harry was sitting on his hotel bed in the room he shared with Ron.

"So what are you going to do tonight?" Ron asked shrugging off his shirt.

"There were a few places that I was interested in. I was thinking about going," Harry said. "What are your plans?"

"Hermione wants me to go on a tour that takes you to see all the haunted places," Ron grumbled.

"Don't be a git," Harry said. "You should go with her, you might actually enjoy yourself," Harry leaned back against the headboard and crossed his legs.

Ron grunted. "I'm gonna take a shower," He said and went into the bathroom. Harry shook his head and smiled.

He picked up his book and started flipping though the pages, and waited for it to get dark.

The bar was loud, and people were gambling, drinking, dancing and doing everything under the sun that seemed remotely sinful. Music played loudly, it sounded dirty and gritty, the singer had a deep voice with a raspy tone.

Harry made his way through the place, towards the back, where his magic seemed to be pulling him. When he got there, there was a table set up, the guy that sat at the head of the table was very handsome. He had shoulder length dark brown wavy hair, and dark colored eyes. He was grinning and showing off by doing card tricks, and using what Harry thought was magic, but it was different then magic, it felt much different. The ripple it sent through the air made Harry shiver. He was wearing a black silk shirt, dark jeans, a long leather trench coat was hanging over the back of his chair. The other men at the table didn't seem to like him, and the game of poker that they played, he seemed to win them all.

Harry watched for a while, trying to figure out what type of magic this guy was using. It didn't seem to make any sense; he didn't use a wand, or say the incantation, it just seemed as if he did it like it was as simple as breathing.

"Hey kid," He said, he had a strange and thick accent, his deep voice sent shivers up and down Harry's spine pleasantly. "Wanna play?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Don't know how," Harry admitted.

The other men had all left the table before their wallets became any lighter.

"I'll teach ya," He said bridging the cards in his hands. Harry watched his hands, there was a energy collected at his fingers, it was red and Harry looked at him, his eyes were tinted the same color, just a thin ring around his pupils. "Come on, ya won' loose nothin, just for fun,"

"Alright," Harry said and sat across from the man.

"Lez start wid Blackjack," The man grinned, it was crooked and the glint in his eyes was exciting. Harry smiled. "Face cards are worth ten, aces either one or eleven. Number cards are worth their face. The point is to try to get twenty one, or as close to it as ya can, follow?" He asked.

"Sure," Harry said. He watched how the man dealt three piles of cards, two cards per pile then flipped them.

The first pile held and six of clubs and a two of hearts, the second pile a Queen of clubs and a six of spades, the third a Jack of hearts and the Ace of Hearts," The man tapped the third pile with his index and middle finger of his left hand. "Tha's the winnin' 'and,"

"Alright," Harry nodded his understanding.

The man tapped the first pile. "Ya hit on that 'and," He flipped a third card onto the pile. King of Hearts. "It's now worth -"

"Eighteen," Harry said and the man grinned again.

"What would ya do with this one?" The man tapped the second pile.

"Hit," Harry said.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Ya sure?" He asked.

Harry nodded.

"Alrigh'," The man flipped a card onto the second pile, five of diamonds. "Good call kid,"

"My name's Harry," He said.

" Nice to meet ya 'Arry, names' Gambit," The man said picking the cards back up and shuffled them into the deck, his eyes still trained on Harry.

"What kinda name's Gambit?" Harry asked. Gambit grinned.

"My kinda name 'Arry," Gambit said with a wink that made Harry's heart flutter a little. He dealt Harry a hand.

Harry lifted the cards to look at them, both were low, a three of hearts, four of clubs. "Hit," He said. Gambit placed a card face down on the table and Harry picked it up. His head tilted to the side slightly. A ten of hearts, making his total hand worth seventeen. Harry glanced at the deck of cards. "Hit," He said again.

"It's dangerous to collect cards 'Arry," Gambit warned but handed Harry a fourth card.

Harry grinned, a four of hearts. Harry laid the cards out.

"Well then," Gambit said. "Looks like ya know what yer doin," Gambit grinned. "Why not get serious then?" He suggested. "A bet,"

"Alright," Harry said.

"Nothing big, friendly stuff. You bet that watch, I'll bet my hat," Gambit said and Harry laughed.

"Do you think I'm stupid? My watch for your hat?" Harry chuckled. "How about my watch for that ring," Harry said nodding to the large ring on Gambit's left middle finger.

"Alrigh'," Gambit said.

Harry looked at the ring he'd just won, watching Gambit's surprised face. "Ya sure ya haven't played before?"

"I go to a boarding school. Do you really think I've gambled before Gambit?" Harry asked slipping the ring onto his middle finger, it was to large so it rolled upside down.

"Dunno," Gambit shrugged leaning back in his chair. "I'd like to win my ring back though,"

Harry looked at his watch. It was after three a.m. "I have to get back," Harry said and started to stand. Gambit stood as well.

"Lemme walk ya out," Gambit said.

"Such a gentleman," Harry joked.

"There are bad people in this city," Gambit said.

"Like you? Who try to cheat someone out of a watch?" Harry asked turning to Gambit now that they were in the alley.

"Cheat? Me?" Gambit chuckled. "Never,"

"What was that you were doing with the cards then? The glow on your fingertips, the glow in your eyes. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Harry asked with a grin.

Gambit raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you mean," He said.

"I'm not stupid. It wasn't magic, but it certainly wasn't normal," Harry said.

"Magic?" Gambit asked with an amused tone.

Harry shrugged. "I guess I'll never know," He said.

"Will ya come play again? I'll teach ya another game. Poker," Gambit said.

"I'm here for a few weeks, maybe," Harry said with a smile. Gambit stepped closer, taking a hold of Harry's arm.

"Maybe I could give ya a reason to stay longer," Gambit said huskily and Harry shivered.

"Potter!"

"Shit," Harry jumped and pulled away from Gambit and turned. "Professor Snape what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Looking for you. Weasley said you hadn't come back yet," Snape glided over. "Who are you?" He glared at Gambit.

"Just a friend," Gambit said.

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Potter. Hotel. Now."

Harry turned towards Gambit. "See ya," He said and left, Snape following closely behind.

Gambit crossed his arms and leaned sideways against the wall, he could probably follow them without them knowing so he could figure out more about Harry, but he didn't, just watched Harry's ass in his tight jeans until he rounded the corner. The kid was truly something special.

At breakfast the next morning, Harry was exhausted. He hadn't slept long, it was seven in the morning, so he'd only gotten about three hours of sleep.

"Long night?" Hermione asked.

"Harry didn't get in until after three this morning," Ron said.

"Harry! Where were you?" Hermione asked.

Harry only yawned before closing his eyes.

"Harry!" Hermione called again and he raised an eyebrow, but didn't open his eyes. "Where were you?"

"Exploring all the city has to offer," Harry said. Ron snickered, but Hermione wasn't as happy.

"Seriously!" She snapped.

"I went to a bar, learned how to play a card game, made a bet, met a guy," Harry said rolling his closed eyes then yawned again.

"What? You met someone?" Hermione asked.

"You were gambling?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded tiredly. "His name's Gambit, which I doubt was his real name, and he taught me how to play Blackjack," Harry said.

"Oh?" Hermione said.

"I think he could use magic of some kind. He was doing tricks that shouldn't be possible without magic, but he didn't have a wand or say incantations," Harry rested his head on the table and yawned again. "I'd really like to see him again,"

"I don't think that's a good idea Harry. You don't know anything about him," Hermione said. "And I don't want you to get hurt by some player,"

Harry hummed tiredly.

"You should go back to bed, we have the next three days free before the professors are making us go to some special voodoo thing," Ron said.

"Good idea," Harry stood tiredly and made his way from the Hotel lobby to his room and slipped back inside. He barely toed his shoes off before he collapsed on the bed and was asleep.

~(Gambit & Harry)~

End of Chapter One

I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter, I'm really excited about this. The song that was playing in the bar would be Bad Things by Jace Everett, it is the theme song for a series called True Blood, but I love it, and found it rather fitting for Gambit and Harry's first meeting.

The only thing is, I don't really know how to write a Cajun accent without it looking way off, so I hope you don't mind that I only did what I did with Gambit's speech. Also I know that in the polls more people wanted to have a Wolverine/Harry pairing, but the story I have for that pairing isn't even close to being posted and I wanted to get an X-men/Harry Potter fic out so I went with this one. I hope you like it, and that it was good. This will only be a 3/4-shot. Also Harry is 18 (I know wizarding adult is 17, but I'm going with the post-war 8th year thing some people do. I hope it's alright), so Harry's legal in the states, if just barely. Also I'm aging Gambit around 25 or so. Also Sirius and Remus are alive, and will be making a brief appearance via letter.

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