The Thief and the Wizard - Chapter 1

AU X-men / Harry Potter Crossover

Summary:

Warnings: Slash and Hetero interaction. Violence, Blood, Gore, biased points of view. Will not follow storylines for X-men or Harry Potter. Liberal use of author's license to screw with storylines and characters personalities.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or X-men both belong to their respective creators and publishing companies.

Author's Note: Well here is the first actual chapter. In all honesty I am so out of practice in writing that it's bound to be sloppy and not necessarily well put together yet. I have no beta reader at this moment and I'm not sure I will accept one. Once again I am not sure how far I will be going with this story so I ask for patience. It is very difficult coming back into writing after five years away. If you leave a review please give me something constructive to work with. Thank you.

The Thief and the Wizard

Chapter One

It was with a small pop that two figures appeared out of thin air in the room designated as Harry's version of a hospital room. Immediately placing the stranger he had rescued from freezing to death on the only bed in the room he checked to make sure his guest was still under the sleep spell before walking over to a wooden box in the corner of the room. Lifting the lid he looked at the three buttons within before pressing the yellow one and ignoring the green and red ones. With that taken care of he decided to finally take a good look at the man he rescued and try to make sense of what he had seen. As he looked the man over his eyes were immediately drawn to the belt with the x symbol inside a circle on it. It was confirmation of what he had thought he had seen out there. Apparently this man was a part of the X-men, one of the mutant groups he had been keeping an eye on.

According to his information the X-men were dedicated to getting humans and mutants to co-exist peacefully as well as taking in mutants who needed help with their powers. Their cover was the Xavier School for gifted youngsters. The X-men were almost constantly battling other mutants who had become criminals or wished to harm humans. In all his research he found that the X-men were above all people who gave second chances and even took in enemies who wanted to change their ways. It made him wonder why this man had been left behind to die and if it was really the other members that had done so. Either way he doubted he would know the truth until the man woke up.

Focusing his attention back on the person in front of his he continued his careful perusal of the man. Brown hair with red highlights framed a face that was mostly angles. He was handsome almost in a classical sense with a long nose, thin lips, and a strong jaw. His clothing was a bit odd with what seemed to be blue spandex covering him up to the ears; over that was fuchsia and lighter blue armor that resembled a variant of a Kevlar vest. On his feet were knee high armored boots and over the whole outfit was a long brown trench coat.

Just then Harry's ears registered a small pop and he turned around hand ready to defend himself and his guest only to relax as he found himself looking at one of his only true friends Neville Longbottom.

Crossing the room to where Neville stood he embraced the man briefly before starting to talk.

"Thank you for coming Neville I ran into some complications on a job in the Antarctic and ended up saving some poor bastard whose buddies left him to freeze."

As he spoke Harry pulled Neville over to the bed he had placed the stranger in.

"I just wanted you to look him over to make sure he doesn't have any injuries and tell me how to treat him. I am pretty sure he is a mutant if that helps any."

Neville took all of it in stride until Harry reached the mutant part. At that his eyebrows raised and he said,

"I thought you were trying to stay out of their way Harry? Anyway him being a mutant shouldn't affect my scans or any treatments. If I was doing something invasive it might but I don't think it will be an issue here."

With that statement Neville pulled out his wand and began waving it over the prone man and muttering under his breath.

Harry looked on with a sense of pride that his once shy friend had come so far. In the last year before Voldemort had been defeated Neville had decided to dedicate himself to becoming a healer. His love of Herbology hadn't diminished with his decision he just did it as a hobby now, and indeed most of the plants he used in healing potions were from his very own garden. Once he became certified Neville had become Harry's healer and the only one he trusted. Once he moved to the US the two men had set up a system so Neville would know if Harry needed him.

The three buttons earlier were used to contact Neville and the color denoted the severity of the need. Green meant needed advice or general health check bumps and bruises at most. The yellow button meant injured but not life threatening but to come as soon as possible, broken bones, concussions, or hard to reverse hexes were all considered yellow. Red was the emergency button was Harry needing help immediately and meant either life threatening injuries or curses. Harry knew enough to keep him self together in a pinch but he was by no means an expert like Neville.

As if he knew what was going through Harry's head Neville turned his attention from his patient to Harry. Conjuring a sheet of parchment filled with writing he walked towards him as he spoke.

"Well it seems that your guest is in relatively well health he didn't manage to contract hypothermia thanks to your quick thinking. However I did find a few things that concerned me."

Harry wandlessly conjured up two chairs and some tea before gesturing for Neville to take a seat and continue speaking.

"The first is he needs to eat more, I believe it has something to do with his powers and his metabolism so make sure he eats well and a lot of it. The second issue is he has some sort of seal on his powers so he can only access them partially. It also seems that whatever happened out there drained him quite a bit, he has lower than normal energy readings indicating he used his power heavily or that someone drained him of energy. It could be either or even both."

Harry's eyes narrowed at the mention of a seal, his own thoughts remembering his magic being partially sealed. Neville seeing the look hurried on.

"The only problem is until you speak to him we don't know what the seal is for. I won't remove it unless he specifically requests it Harry. It could be voluntary to control a part of his powers he can't. Until I know for sure there isn't much I can do. Here is a list of what I want you to do."

Harry nodded deep in thought. Neville handed over the parchment he had conjured up with care instructions and things to watch out for. It seemed that everything else was on hold until he woke the man up and got some answers to his questions.

Finally Neville stood up thanked Harry for the tea and left with a promise from Harry to call him soon for a friendly chat instead of his healer's skills. The two shook hands and Neville activated his port key taking him back home.

Now once again alone with his guest Harry decided to move the man to more comfortable room and bed before he lifted the sleeping spell. Hopefully the more comfortable surroundings would dissuade his guest from panicking and allow him to explain the circumstances surrounding his rescue. It wouldn't do for the man to think an enemy or something had kidnapped him. Gently levitating the man he made his way through the door down the hallway and up a flight of stairs to where one of the guest rooms was located. Setting the man on top of the bed Harry conjured himself a squishy armchair next to the bed and set about warding the room just in case his guest tried to attack and escape. After a few moments and a few more gestures with his hands the wards were in place. Taking a deep breath Harry lifted the sleeping spell and cast a slight enervate on the man. It took about a minute but finally the man's eyelids slowly fluttered open and Harry found himself looking into the pair of most intriguing eyes he had ever seen. Black sclera with red iris stared at him in fogged confusion that looked to be rapidly diminishing.

Unsurprisingly the first words out of the man's mouth were,

"Who da hell are you?"