I dont own any one or thing from Harry Potter or X-men

I do own the storyline and my original characters

Warning:

This story contains boy on boy loving, a feminine Harry and cross-dressing.

If you dont like any of those then your looking at the wrong story.

Pairing: Remmy(Gambit)/Harry

A/N: Hot damn, I'm on a roll right now :D but I'm definitly happy with the way the story is being played out. The next few chapters will be of young harry, but dont worry, sexxxy crossdressing Harley will be making his appearance in the very near future. And if I can, I'll try and post a chapter every few days at the least, cause I'm not writing 20 pages worth it makes it easier to just end it after a scene.

Ciao, and enjoy ;)

The Jester's Game

Chapter Two

By: The Sly Raccoon

After getting his uncle and aunts luggage into the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, Harry quietly entered the fully stocked kitchen. He suspected that his uncle must have hired someone to set up the homestead so the Dursley's wouldn't have to lift a finger when they arrived. Swiftly gathering all the things his cousin thrived on, cookies, soda, a new bag of crisps, and some chocolate bars that had been in the bottom drawer of the fridge.

Rushing back upstairs with all the food and drink on a serving tray, Harry timidly knocked on his cousins door, hoping not to enrage him further.

Hearing a grunt, he pushed the door open farther with his hip, while trying to keep the platter from tipping. Tip toeing over the newly plugged in gaming counsel wires, Harry gently set the food next to his enormous cousin and stood still for a minute, waiting to see if he was still needed.

After another minute of no response he made his way back down stairs to prepare dinner after noticing that it was nearing seven in the afternoon. Harry decided to do the best he could just to prolong the beatings, starting with making a delicious dinner he possibly could, not wanting to go back to the horrible treatment like what it had been back at Privet Drive.

Getting out the chicken, sliced ham, and cheese, Harry set to work making a mountain of Cordon Bleu*, enough biscuits to feed the national guard, and a pot of baked beans that the brunette could possibly bathe in, and not forgetting his aunts usual bowl of salad.

By the time dinner was served, eaten, and the dishes had been cleaned, Harry had only been backhanded once for supposedly not cooking fast enough, tripped twice by Dudley, thankfully with nothing in his hands to drop, and punched in the face twice because he had forgotten to set out the butter and jam for the biscuits resulting in a bloody nose, and a quickly blackening eye.

All in all it was a good night, he was told that the attic would be his new 'bedroom', and said entrance to the attic was a small trap door in the ceiling of the walk-in closet found in the upstairs hallway, which conveniently had a ladder that smoothly slid down when you pulled the string to unlatch the door.

Climbing up the ladder, Harry peered around what some would have called a large cubby hole instead of an attic. The walls, floor and ceiling were just loosely nailed together planks, with a small circular window that Harry knew was at the very tip of the house, overlooking the front yard.

Getting the rest of his body through the opening, he was happy to find out that he could stand up and still have a little more that a foot above his head, and when he laid down he found that he would be able to completely roll out the thin five foot long futon his aunt had so graciously bought for him.

Scuttling down the ladder again, he picked up the closest thing to him, the futon, and promptly carried it up into his room. Doing that with his other things, his pillow and blanket, a small desk lamp he salvaged from their new neighbors trash just an hour ago, and his bag of too large clothes.

Closing the hatch, Harry blindly plugged in the lamp and flicked the small switch at the base of it on. Now with the newly brightened room Harry began setting up his bed, unrolling the futon against the far wall and neatly arranging the blanket an pillow on top of it.

He moved the medium sized duffle bag of clothes over to the bottom edge of the futon, and placed the lamp at the top edge of the futon where his pillow lay, and soon his head.

Taking off his hole filled socks and much too big pants, Harry instantly remembered the playing card still resting in the bottom of one of his front pockets. Sitting on the futon with his legs stretched out in front of him and arranged the large trousers on top of his lap where he started digging into the pocket that contained the card.

Pulling it out he came face to face with the colored jester*, with his arms outstretched and flinging his own deck of cards in an arch over his head, only to catch them in his other, a wicked gleam in his eye and a smile on his face.

A bit confused Harry flipped the card over.

Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her, but once they are in hand, you alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.

If you ever need a helping hand I'm here for you.

Hilda Jameson

Right beneath her name was what he assumed was her phone number and address. A splatter of water caught Harry's attention, wondering where it came from he lifted his hand to his face and realized he was crying. Crying because someone noticed him, someone cared.

Shoving the pants off his lap Harry laid down, covering him self with his blanket and clutching the card to his chest he flicked the light off.

That night he dreamed of him Hilda, John, and their youngest son riding on a flying ace of spades over a clear blue ocean towards a far away island. Hilda was the Queen of hearts, John the King of diamonds, their son was the Jack of clubs, and Harry was the Jester. Dressed in a black and green, tight body suit with a big white ruffled collar, jingling bracelets around his wrists and ankles, and a whole bundle tied into his long hair.

He slept with a smile on his face and the words on the card seared into his heart.

Drop me some reviews/comments, tell me what you think so far, what you like, what you don't, any suggestions for the story :)

*Cordon Bleu is chicken breast stuffed with ham and cheese (Its yummy)

*I'm pretty sure that all decks of cards come with two jesters/jokers, on is usually in color and the other is the same picture but in black and white. (Hint*Smack*Hint, nudge, nudge, nudge! WHAP!)