The Thief and the Wizard - Chapter 2

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 second chapter for this story. Hopefully the third will come as soon as this one did. Please forgive grammar and spelling mistakes. As I have stated I don't have a beta and my skills in those departments are limited. I would love if you leave a review and if you do please tell me what you do like and not just that you like it. Constructive criticism is my friend. I am slowly getting back into the groove of writing and hopefully each chapter will get better as I get more comfortable with my writing. Thank you for reading.

Chapter Two

The last thing Gambit remembered was the wind and cold air of the Antarctic cutting through his clothes. He remembered trying to walk and find his way back to the citadel where the trial had been held. Obviously he hadn't made it, he could feel warmth surrounding him and a bed underneath him. As soon as he realized that his mind went into overdrive, while he made sure his body stayed as if he was asleep. One of the first things he had learned in life was when waking make sure you know who and what is around you especially if the sleep wasn't voluntary.

Slowly Remy sent his awareness out to try and get a feel for where he was and if he was alone, he also focused on what he could hear and feel beneath his body.

Remy's awareness slowly crept out into the room and he was grimly satisfied when he felt another presence. So they did have someone watching him after all. Now the only other problem was to figure out just who it was that rescued him and was holding him now. It couldn't be the X-men the feel of the place was too different from the mansion and Remy would have been able to feel someone familiar. Not to mention the bed and sheets he was lying on were soft and too good a quality to be anything the X-men had. By that reasoning he was pretty sure that Sinister wasn't the one holding him either the accommodations would definitely have more of a lab feel to them, not to mention he wouldn't have been looked after nearly so well.

The only other immediate thought was, Erik the Red or one of the mutants with him had come back and rescued him. Which was incredibly unlikely, but Remy had learned over the years that anything could happen and don't discount something just because you thought it unlikely. Going over his options one more time Remy felt the only way he was going to learn more was to either open his empathy up and try to get a read on who was in the room or wake up and demand some answers.

Without knowing who the other person in the room was there was no way Gambit was going to open his shields enough to actually feel someone. There was also no way of knowing if the other person could detect it or not. To Gambit's senses the person felt sort of like a mutant with powers but it was different and that difference gave him pause and made him cautious. Finally he decided the only way to get information would be to wake up and see where that got him.

He let his eyelids flicker and made sure that he had the appropriate look of confusion on his face before finally opening his eyes and focusing on the other person in the room and demanding,

"Who da hell are you?

While some of the shock he displayed was acting a tiny part of him was still shocked when he finally caught sight of the person who had been watching over him.

It was a man and as he stood up from the chair he had been sitting in Remy could see he was a decent height around 5'11" and looked to be in pretty good shape. But what really caught Remy's attention were stunning green eyes set in one of the most handsome faces he had seen in a long time and the long silky looking black hair that was tied back so it fell between his shoulders. Overall the man was a looker but the grace with which his body moved and the polite mask covering his face put him in the dangerous category. Gambit's attention was snapped away from his perusal by the man stopping at the foot of the bed he was lying in.

The strange man spoke, his voice deep with a faint British accent and barely hinting at the power Gambit knew the man had.

"My name is Harry and this is my home. I was on a job in the Antarctic when I came across your group and the other group at my job site already. I was just in time to see a several thousand year old citadel be ruined and noticed the one who flew you out returning alone. In good conscience I couldn't leave you out there to die if you were still alive. So I set out in that direction and managed to stumble across you just as you were starting to develop hypothermia."

The man named Harry gestured towards their surroundings as he continued to speak.

"I brought you back here and had my personal physician make sure you were all right before moving you in here were you would be more comfortable."

Harry almost smiled as explained to his guest what had happened or at least the bare bones. He would tell the man more later if the other was deemed trustworthy enough. He was pretty sure the minute or so before the man had opened his eyes he had been trying to learn everything he could about his surroundings before pretending to wake up. Harry had employed that tactic more than once himself during the war. He had no doubts that the man before him was skilled in combat and most likely other areas as well. Harry's instincts told him this man was definitely someone he wanted to get to know and Harry never ignored his instincts after they had saved him so many times before. Ignoring his guest's wary look he dragged a chair over to the side of the bed sat down and smiled slightly.

"So since I introduced myself to you, can you give me your name or should I make one up for you?"

To be honest Gambit found himself a little thrown off by this man, this Harry. If what he said was true, this stranger had saved him after he had been abandoned by his team and without an ulterior motive. To Remy it was almost to good to be true. For the moment he would go along with this Harry and wait for the other shoe to be dropped and when it did he would be ready. Clearing his throat he spoke,

"My name is Remy LeBeau most people call me Gambit. Thank you mon ami for saving this Cajun from the cold. I never did like the cold all dat' much an' now I got a nother' reason not to like it."

Harry stood up,

"That reminds me my doctor said as soon as you woke up to feed you and get fluids in you. If you want to use the bathroom and clean up I can take you down to the kitchen and get something warm in you."

He pointed to a door set in the wall to the left of the bed.

"The bathroom is through there and I will leave a set of clean clothes on the bed for you when you get out. Is twenty minutes enough time? Or will you need more?"

Gambit threw back the covers laid over him and swung his legs over the side of the bed before looking back to his host.

"Non, twenty minutes be fine. Merci, Gambit appreciates da' chance to clean up."

"Then I will leave you to it and be back in twenty to show you the way to the kitchen."

With a wave of his hand in goodbye Harry walked out the door leaving Remy alone in the room.

Setting his feet on the floor Remy realized he was still dressed in mission uniform including his boots. Wincing at the thought of the mess he must have made of the bed he was on he looked back and was relieved to see he had been placed on top of the beds covers and a blanket had been placed over him. Satisfied he hadn't made too much of a mess he turned his attention to himself. Standing up slowly he winced at the stiffness in his limbs and joints and gingerly stretched feeling the soreness and weakness throughout his body. Apparently his muscles hadn't liked the cold anymore than he had.

Slowly he made his way towards the door where the bathroom was located all the while checking his pockets for anything missing. Everything was where he had placed it including his bo staff, which begged the question how had Harry's doctor examined him without removing his clothes. Dismissing it as a question to ask the man later Gambit pulled out his communicator and was unsurprised to see it halfway smashed. Between the flight from the crumbling citadel and the landing from Rouge dropping him even if it was only a few feet he wasn't surprised it hadn't survived.

Opening the bathroom door his jaw almost dropped. Inside was one of the greatest bathrooms he had seen in a long time. The space was huge with what looked to be a huge Jacuzzi tub along the back wall and a large glass encased separate shower with what looked like multiple showerheads. The sink had his and her sinks and the toilet was in its own space in a corner with a partition for privacy. The whole bathroom was done in colors of blue and green all different shades and decorated tastefully with a few prints of ocean scenes and various nick knacks. Once he got over his surprise he began to undress putting his clothes on a shelf nearby that seemed to be made for that purpose turning on the water in the shower he waited for it to warm up before stepping in. After a few minutes of just standing under the warm water Remy decided he better get moving and reached for the shampoo. After all he only had twenty minutes before his host came back and he would rather be clothed by that time.