Chapter1

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Meetings.

Harry P.O.V

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. I'd not long woke up from a nightmare of seeing Dumbledore killed by Severus Snape. My face was unusually pale and it made my lightning bolt shaped scar stand out even more. I ran my hand over my scar and through my messy black hair. People said I looked like a female version of my dad, James, except for my green eyes, my mothers eyes.

I rubbed my scar again, the place where Voldemort had turned his wand on me as a one year old baby, after killing my parents. I remembered it all, somehow. I remembered the whole day, from playing with my parents, and the cat, to Voldemort breaking down the door, and eventually killing my parents and then turning his wand on me, to kill me, only to have the curse rebound on him. He should've died that night. But he'd come back, somehow. But now I knew how he'd done it. He had a Horcrux, well, several.

A Horcrux was an object that contained a piece of someone's soul. It was created when a witch or wizard split their soul and stored one piece of said soul in an object, thus tying them to this world, and preventing death. How do you split your soul and place it into another object I hear you ask? Well, I only know how you split your soul, and that's by killing someone. A Horcrux is a nasty piece of work, and to kill Voldemort, I'd have to destroy his Horcruxes.

Two were already gone, Tom Riddle's Diary and Morvallo Gaunts ring. That left Slytherins locket, something belonging to Helga Hufflepuff, something belonging to Rowena Ravenclaw and finally Voldemorts' pet snake, Nagini.

That was what I was going to be doing after I'd turned seventeen, hunting down and destroying the Horcruxes. Hermione and Ginny wanted to come along and help too. I was begrudgingly letting them. I didn't want my two best friends, and the girls I thought of as my sisters, getting hurt.

Last night had been the first night in five days that I hadn't dreamt of the mystery man. Instead, I'd once again witnessed Professor Dumbledore get murdered in front of my eyes. Professor Dumbledore was like a grand father to me, so when he'd died I felt the loss like a stab to the heart. Something told me that I'd be getting more of them soon.

I sighed as I left the bathroom to go to my room to get changed. I changed into a pair of faded black jeans and a red t-shirt. Then I left my room to the apartment kitchen to get breakfast ready. This was one of the few chores I still had to do. After this I only had to clean the apartment once a week and I was done. After I'd had breakfast, and so had the Dursleys, I grabbed some money from my room, (I'd exchanged some of my money at Gringotts and changed it into American muggle currency and I'd kept some wizarding currency) and left the apartment. I was going to explore more of New Orleans today.

It started off normal. I found several places that would look good for lunch and I also found several book stores. I found one bookstore, however, that really caught my interest. It was full of dusty old tombs on, surprisingly, magic. The store also sold a collection of artefacts. One of them was a small, ornate dagger.

The hilt of the dagger held a ruby and the blade had a dragon etched onto it. It was beautiful, and I so desperately wanted it.

"An interesting artefact." a voice said from behind me.

I turned round to see an old woman with long silver hair and storm grey eyes.

"Yes," I agreed, "It's very beautiful too."

"Indeed. And it never needs to be cleaned either, due to the basilisk venom it contains."

"Basilisk venom?" I asked, thinking back to the giant serpent that I'd faced in second year.

"Yes. Tell me, would you be interested in buying it?"

"How much would it cost?" I asked. I mean, something was telling me to buy it, but if it cost to much, I couldn't.

"Fifteen galleons." the woman answered.

I almost jumped for joy. It was well within my price range and I was right, this was a wizarding shop. I nodded my head, "Deal." I said.

The woman got it out of the display counter and placed it into a silvery sheath. I handed over the money and I left the shop, placing the dagger into my bag.

After that I wandered around until I got hungry, at which time I slipped into a dinner and ordered a cheese burger and chips, well fries.

I was picking at my food, when he came in. the man from my dreams. And he was even more beautiful than in my dreams.

As if sensing my gaze, the man looked round, and his eyes went wide. He started on over to me and slid into the seat opposite mine, across the table.

"Hello." He said.

"Hello." I replied.

"I think we've met before." he said.

"Not in the real world though." I said.

"I'm Gambit." He held his hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Harriet, but everyone calls me Harry." I said taking his hand.

The moment our hands touched an electric current ran through me. Gambits eyes widened briefly once again. I guess he felt it to.

"So, what brings you to New Orleans?" He asked.

"Erm… well I moved with my relatives. It's a long story. You?"

I asked his accent said French, but I wasn't sure.

"I moved here when I was younger. Tell me, what's different about you then?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, for a start, there's the fact that I've dreamed about you for several nights in a row, and then you turn up, and then there's the fact that in those dreams I can tell that you're not a mutant, but you're not a normal human either."

"So that's what was different about you." I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a witch." I said quietly, so only he could here.

"Oh. Most of my family are witches and wizards, 'cept me. My family thought I was a squib. They were ecstatic when I got my mutant ability."

"So you never went to a school, like Hogwarts I mean?"

"Nah. Which one did you go to?"

"Hogwarts."

"I heard that the Death Eaters and their master are back and terrorizing wizarding Britain?"

"Yeah, they're back all-right. And they've killed a fair few people too. Professor Dumbledore included." I said.

"I heard about that too. Is that why you're here then, to hide?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how long I'll be here for though."

"Well, lets make the most of the time. Let Remy show you around."

"Remy?"

"My real name's Remy LeBeau. Gambit's just a nickname really. I don't mind what you call me, I'd love hearing both coming from such a pretty girl as yourself."

I blushed, but smiled. "All right then, Remy. I'll let you show me around."

He smiled at me then held out his hand, which I took.

"Lets go." He said. I smiled at him, this was going to be interesting.

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