Harry Potter Mania Hits the Montecito

by Lisa S. and Sue M.

Warnings: Some bad language

Thanks to Antoinette and Phyllis for lending us their expertise.

Thanks to Blackraptor for archiving it for us.

Author's Notes: From Lisa: A huge thank you to Sue for collaborating with me on this ficlet. I couldn't have done it without you! Also a special thanks to Sarah for creating this wonderful AU for us to play in. From Sue: Dang it was fun! Thanks for the invite.

Disclaimer: Mag7/Las Vegas alternate universe was created by Sarah (aka Midnight Profit) and is based on the "Las Vegas" TV series. This AU is not related to the Mag7/Las Vegas RPG created by Lisa O. and Ruby. Trilogy, MGM, and the Mirish Corporation own "The Magnificent Seven" characters. NBC Studios, NBC Universal Television, DreamWorks Television, and Gary Scott Thompson Productions own "Las Vegas." They are not mine. The only purpose of this story is for entertainment. No money is being made.

Thanks to Antoinette and Phyllis for lending us their expertise.

Thanks to Blackraptor for archiving our story.


JD Dunne and Buck Wilmington were walking in from the employee parking lot, both on their way to work. JD, of course was talking non-stop about the latest convention that was being held at the Montecito -- the Harry Potter Wizards and Witches Fan Club.

"Isn't 'Harry Potter' a children's book?" asked Buck, who was thinking it was definitely weird to have a convention based on a children's book here in the Sin Capital of the world, Las Vegas.

"Well, it started off as a kid's book," explained JD. "But its fan- base grew and adults enjoy it, too . . . in fact this convention is just proof that not just kids enjoy these books and movies."

"Well, kid, you might want to lay low during the convention," said Buck as he playfully ruffled his young friend's dark hair. "You might get mistaken for Harry Potter himself."

"Very funny, Buck," replied JD as he swerved to miss Buck's hand. "And you might get mistaken for Hagrid. . ."

"Hagrid?" repeated Buck. "Who's Hagrid?"

"Oh, I better run," replied JD, ignoring his friend's question. "I'm late for work." The computer specialist took off in a sprint as he headed for the Security Control Room leaving Buck standing there trying to figure out who the heck 'Hagrid' was. . .

"Well, all I can say this 'Hagrid' character better be a devilishly handsome fella who has a way with the ladies," muttered Buck as he headed in the opposite direction to tend to a recently arrived whale.

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Later that day, JD Dunne and Vin Tanner were watching the security monitors as hordes of Harry Potter convention goers arrived at the Montecito and walked around the hotel lobby and casino wearing their Hogwart robes and costumes, and carrying wands.

"Do you think it's okay that they have those wands?" asked JD, remembering an earlier sci-fi convention when two attendees had fake guns and they had to be confiscated.

"Why not?" asked Vin as he glanced over at his co worker.

"Well, they are weapons," replied JD.

"But they're not real, JD" replied Vin. "It's not like they can really do magic and do spells and turn people into frogs and such."

"How would you know?" said JD, lowering his voice. "Maybe they can."

Vin shook his head as he picked up a Cheeto and began munching on it. "I think you need a break," murmured Vin in between crunches.

"Okay. . .well, they could poke someone in the eye with 'em!" JD huffed.

Vin munched on another Cheeto. "Yep. . .you definitely need a break, kid."


Two days later. . .

JD stared at Chris as if he had two heads. Chris returned the stare impassively, mentally counting down in his head as he waited for the. . .

"Chris...Please tell me you're kidding!"

. . . explosion. Larabee leaned forward. "No, kid. . .I'm not. These people spend a lot of money here and I hate to ask this of you but. . .the President of the Club himself spotted you at the pool with Vin the other day, you know. . .on your day off. With your hair soaked he said. . ." Chris shook his head, he couldn't believe he'd had to say this once, let alone. . .twice. "He said you looked like a slightly older version of Harry Potter and, in the name of 'goodwill' he requested you attend the convention as his guest."

JD pushed against his eyes with his thumb and index finger and rubbed them lightly, then looked back at the Head of Security.

"But. . .dressed as Harry Potter? Please. . .can't you tell him I'm busy? I've contracted beriberi. . .? The computers need overhauling . . .? I ran off with. . ."

". . .JD."

The younger man sighed. "Shit! Fine. . .but you owe me."

Chris nodded, "I know."


"So noted. Kid, you're a trooper, I really appreciate this." He narrowed his eyes as his main computer tech guy suddenly brightened.

"Can I take a guest?"

The blond frowned then offered a small smile as he sensed subterfuge.

"Don't see why not. He'd have to go dressed up, though."

JD bobbed his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah, of course. . .and I have just the right outfit in mind!"


Buck smiled as conventioneers passed him and JD, smiling approvingly at the pair who was dressed as Hagrid and Harry Potter respectively. He hissed into JD's ear.

"I can't believe you did this to me. . .everyone's staring at us. . ." He waved at more onlookers, "Hi. . .hi there. . .how ya doin'?" then back to his surrogate little brother. "See. . .see what I mean? And God knows what the guys are thinkin' right now."

JD glared back at him. "At least you don't have to wear these stupid glasses," he sighed as he poked his finger through the lens-free rim to rub his eye.

"Well at least you don't have to wear a scratchy beard and a dress!"

"It's a tunic, Buck. . .a tunic!" replied JD quickly as he rubbed his forehead, forgetting about the fake lightning bolt he had on his forehead made with a black marker and hoping he didn't just smear it.

"Whatever. . .it still itches and it's. . .draughty! And, I sure as hell better not get a rash…" He looked up at one of the cameras and wagged a finger. "You're a dead man, Larabee," he mouthed.

Back in the monitor room Vin Tanner, Nathan Jackson, and Chris Larabee were wiping their eyes from laughing so hard. . .

"Ya got pictures. . .right?" asked Chris.

Vin grinned. "Oh yeah!"



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