Title: The Thief and the Wizard
AU X-men/Harry Potter crossover
Summary: After Gambit is left to die in Antarctica help comes in an unexpected way. Harry Potter was on a job to retrieve an artifact from an old wizard stronghold when he ends up saving a strange man from the ice and snow. What does the future hold for these two men?
Warnings: Possible slash as well as hetero interaction, Violence, Blood, Gore. Does not follow cannon for HP or X-men.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or X-men they belong to their respective creators
Author's note: This chapter was harder for me to write because of the amount of dialogue. Suffice it to say that dialogue is not one of my strengths. I apologize if some of it seems forced or disjointed but I am working on improving it for later chapters.
In response to some reviews I have gotten I will say this; Gambit and Harry are not going to immediately jump each other. Friendship comes first people as well as trust and I wont rush that in the story. The other issue is they are partners, which means they are equals. This will not be a typical seme/uke relationship that a lot of authors like to use in their stories.
With that said I hope you all enjoy this chapter and look forward to the next one. As always I appreciate reviews especially ones that tell me what you liked or ways I could improve my writing. Thank you.
Chapter Three
As he walked out of the room Harry was pleased with how things had gone so far. Gambit wasn't quite ready to trust him yet and Harry could understand him, after all it was how he would react. Most likely Gambit was bidding his time waiting for Harry to tell him what he really wanted with him. For a moment Harry almost pitied the man obviously he had grown up in an environment where people expected payment for any type of kindness and everyone had a hidden agenda. It was a good thing Harry had experience dealing with that kind of attitude; it would make it easier to read Gambit and hopefully put the man more at ease. For now there wasn't much he could do so Harry quickly conjured up some soft black lounge pants and a long sleeved shirt to go with them and re-entered the room setting the garments on the bed for when his guest got out of the shower. Exiting the bedroom once more he made his way to the kitchen, intent on figuring out what he wanted to make for Gambit that followed Neville's orders.
When Gambit stepped out of the shower he quickly dried himself off with one of the fluffiest towels he had ever touched and wrapped another one around his waist. Moving out of the bathroom he made his way over to the bed and the clothes that had been placed neatly on it. Picking up the pants and shirt Gambit saw his host had gone for comfort over style something his sore body readily appreciated. Quickly donning the comfortable clothes, which were only a little big on him, he went back into the bathroom to grab his dirty mission clothes. Carefully folding the uniform up and his trench coat he took the opportunity to put a pack of cards in the pocket on each side of the lounge pants as a precaution. After all he was still in a strange place with a strange person whose abilities he knew nothing about.
Just then a knock sounded at the door and Harry's voice called out, "Can I come in? Or do you need some more time?"
Gambit was about as ready as he was ever going to get so he replied, "Oui, I am decent. Gambit be ready to get something to eat now mon ami."
The door opened and Harry stepped in and gave Gambit a casual appraisal, "Good I'm glad to see the clothes fit somewhat decently I wasn't sure if I got the right size. As for eating just follow me and we will head to the kitchen and I will get something started."
With that Gambit followed Harry out the door down a hallway to a circular set of stairs leading both down and up. Harry took the set leading downstairs with Gambit following the whole way through what looked like a living room and through a doorway leading to one of the most spacious kitchens Gambit had seen in a while. In actuality the whole place had him interested, it was obvious his host had money and lots of it. The quality of the furnishings and the scattered artwork along with various knickknacks were another clue, his well trained thief's eye easily picking out the fact that even though the pieces were understated and small they were of good quality he even thought he recognized a few of the artists. It seemed Harry wasn't flashy with his wealth and if Gambit had been an ordinary person he would have thought the man well to do but not necessarily rich.
The kitchen Harry had led him into was spacious and full of everything a top quality chef could want. It was also obviously well used and cared for. With a wave of his hand Harry indicated for Gambit to sit down at one of the bar stools at the center island of the kitchen. Gambit had barely taken a seat when Harry spoke his voice a bit muffled, as his head was halfway stuck in the large refrigerator.
"So according to what my doctor said I need to feed you high calorie foods that are rich in protein to make up for the energy you lost. Since according to him you have a high metabolism relating to the usage of your mutant powers and you use a lot of energy." His head popped briefly out of the refrigerator to look at Gambit with his bright green eyes.
"I hope steak and baked potato with the works is ok with you it's the best I can come up with on short notice. That way you can watch me cook it so you're sure I don't drug it."
Once again Remy felt himself off balance when it came to this strange man. He wasn't used to the sort of kindness this man was showing. To him it was almost as if Harry had read his mind because he had been thinking this would be an opportune time for the man to drug him. He stopped his mind from wandering just as Harry spoke again while he moved around setting things up.
"Would you like something to drink? I have tea, coffee, soda, water, and fruit juice, I am afraid I am out of alcohol at the moment and I doubt that's what you need anyway."
Gambit shook his head ruefully, "Non, as much as I'd like a strong drink right about now, your right. No need to confuse my poor head anymore than it already is. But I will take some coffee if you don't mind."
Harry stepped over to the coffee machine on the end of the island and began the process of making the machine work.
"Coffee it is then. I know you have questions for me and I have a few for you but do you mind waiting until we have our food in front of us? It won't take me to long to fix."
"Dat's fine, Gambit's always in a more agreeable mood when his belly is full."
Harry flashed him a quick smile as he continued moving around the kitchen and Gambit relaxed on the bar stool he was perched on. In truth it was a good thing they had delayed talking Gambit needed to decide on what he wanted to tell the other man and what he wanted to ask. A cup of coffee appeared in front of him along with an unopened box of sugar cubes and an unopened container of regular creamer. Remy's host was sure good at catering to his paranoia, so good in fact he mused, it almost spoke of experience. Making a mental note to be sure to ask Harry about that, Gambit watched the rest of the meal preparation in silence taking the occasional sip of coffee as he watched Harry move about.
The man was certainly something pleasing to look at with his gorgeous face and body. Gambit could also appreciate the other mans elegance of movement that could only be gained from constant training. Training in what though, that was what Gambit couldn't quite figure out. Right now he was just content to watch and study the man.
The way he moved around the kitchen spoke of familiarity and comfort. Clearly the man knew how to cook and did so often it fit well with Gambit's first impression of the space and that it was well used. Soon enough Harry began setting out placemats, silverware and condiments for the baked potatoes. A few more minutes and the steaks were removed from the oven to sit next to the baked potatoes that had been wrapped in foil. Harry plopped one on each plate and set them in the middle of the island. Then he dragged a stool around to the other side so he was sitting across from his guest.
Motioning to the plates he spoke, "Go ahead and pick which one you want, both are done to medium rare. I hope it's to your tastes."
Gambit picked the plate on his left, unwrapped his potato, and began piling on toppings.
"Thank you for the food and hospitality, dis Cajun also thanks you for being so good to him."
"Your welcome, now dig in before it gets cold."
Harry flashed another quick smile at his guest before taking his own advice and tucking in. Before long both men were down to the last couple bites. Finally Remy pushed away his plate with a sigh and a belly pat.
"Dat was good mon ami, but I think it's time we had our Tête-à-tête, non?"
Harry nodded his head and quickly collected their plates and placed them in the sink before heading for the door.
"Follow me, we can go to my office it's more comfortable and we can sit down in relative comfort while we talk."
Following Harry once more Gambit was led back down the hallway they had come from and to the living room where Harry opened a door set against the far wall and walked in. When Gambit stepped into the room he wasn't surprised to find it as tastefully elegant as the rest of the house. The only things that looked as if they didn't belong were two squishy comfortable looking chairs sitting in front of the desk Harry was settling himself behind. Taking a seat in one of the squishy chairs Gambit relaxed slightly; finally he would hopefully be getting some answers.