So, what's the story?" Gwen asked Peter and Harry.
The trio were currently in their Oscorp lab, Harry was currently modifying his mask with the help of Peter while Gwen sat at a desk opposite them, in front of a computer. Though currently, she had her back to it as she was facing Harry and Peter.
"Not much of a story, by which I mean it's a massive story," Harry told her. "I get to Tombstone's location, intent on opening up a big fat can of whoop-ass on him,"
"Stone Cold?" Peter asked.
"Yep,"
"Nice," He nodded approvingly.
"Thanks," Harry said appreciatively before turning his attention back to Gwen. "Anyway, I go in and fight Tombstone, he had men with him but they hadn't come to back him up, not that I had really noticed at the time. I was a bit focused on Tombstone," He admitted embarrassedly. "I just got angry and sort of forgot about everything else,"
"Harry," Gwen said disapprovingly.
"I know, I know," Harry cut her off. "Anyway, I fought him for a bit, and questioned him on Diox 3, he said that my changes had nothing to do with it. It increases strength and durability, but not much beyond that. After that, we fought some more and he grabbed me by my neck and squeezed, next thing I know I spit out some acid in his face."
"Acid?" Gwen asked questioningly.
"Yeah, it turns out my 'venom' operates mostly by burning things, melted part of Tombstone's face off," Harry told her. "Next thing I know, the factory starts falling apart,"
"Falling apart?" She repeated in a questioning tone.
"Exploding," Harry explained. "Looking back on it, Tombstone had been talking with someone, but he was gone not too long after. Come to think of it, I don't really remember exactly what happened to Tombstone's men. I...shit, what did happen to them?"
"Tell her about Tombstone," Peter told him.
"Right, well, the factory was going down and roughly about two fuck-tons of chemicals ended up washing Tombstone away," Harry told her. "I rate his chances of survival to be minus three if we're being honest."
"Well, I suppose I can look into the police reports and see what the police found out," Gwen hummed thoughtfully.
"How are you planning to do that?" Peter couldn't help but ask.
"I'm a genius whose father is high up in the police force, I can work out a way," Gwen smirked.
"Anyway, onto more important news," Peter decided. "Harry told me he's going to tell us all of his secrets."
"Well, all the relevant ones that I'm sure you guys will want to know about," Harry replied. "For example, I don't think either of you were interested in the fact that green is actually my favourite colour as opposed to red."
"No, but that is good to know," Peter responded just as Dr Connors walked in.
"Ah, and here are Oscorp's little geniuses," He said with a proud smile. "I cannot put into words how proud I am of the three of you. I'll admit, I had my doubts, but you have well and truly proven me wrong."
"You're welcome, but is there a particular reason why you're more happy than normal?" Harry asked.
"The reason, young Osborn, is because I've just received reports from the other departments in Oscorp, regarding the work the three of you have done." Dr Connors grinned. "The improvements you made to the bionic arms, the catalytic converters and not to mention Peter's absolutely brilliant work on those microchips have not gone unnoticed by Oscorp. The company as a whole is expecting great things from all of you."
"That's great because Peter actually had some more ideas that we could start working on," Harry said, clapping a blushing Peter on the back.
"Well, feel free to get to work," Dr Connors chuckled. "Oh, and before you do, make sure to check your bank accounts after you leave today, the three of you are likely going to be significantly much richer than before." He added with a wink.
"What?" Peter blinked.
"Well, Oscorp is paying you all for all of the improvements you've made," Dr Connors explained patiently to Peter who seemed to be in a small bit of shock. "You're microchip work will most probably be making Oscorp far more money than before, so you get a percentage of it."
"He knows, his brain is just rebooting," Harry flicked Peter on the head, causing the young genius to quickly whip out his phone and pull up his bank app.
"Holy shit!" Peter blurted out.
"So, Osborn," Felicia said, arms wrapped around Harry's neck and legs wrapped around his waist as he piggybacked her along the hallways of their school. Walking next to them was Gwen and Peter, the latter of the two looking quite amused at the couple. "When are these glasses of yours coming off?" She asked with a mock pout.
"Tomorrow," Harry told her. He was mostly confident enough in his ability to maintain the colour of his eyes now and was happy to take his glasses off...just after another afternoon of practice. "Though truth be told, I am considering keeping them on."
"Hell no!" Felicia told him, pinching his cheeks. "Keeping those eyes hidden from view is practically a crime! Gwen, you tell him!" Felicia told her.
"They are indeed your best feature," Gwen agreed with a small nod.
"What's my best feature?" Peter couldn't help but ask.
"That cute little smile of yours," Felicia leaned over and gently stroked his cheek, causing him to blush wildly. She pulled her hand back with a laugh.
"Oh, look, he's all flushed," Harry said in an amused voice. "Been telling you for years that you're a catch, Peter. See, even my girlfriend agrees."
"He's not bad, fun to tease," Felica grinned.
"I hate you both," Peter mumbled.
"No, you don't," The pair said at the same time.
"So, are you free after school tonight?" Felicia asked Harry. "Or are you busy again?"
"I am busy, but if you want to go out then I should let you know that there's this ball I have to attend in four days from now," Harry replied. "Pretty high-brow stuff, Mother wouldn't let me get out of it. So, do you want to go as my date?"
"You could have asked that a bit more romantically, you know," Felicia pouted.
"Well, my usual act of dropping to one knee likely wouldn't work given how I'm holding you," Harry said sarcastically before taking in a small breath. "Felicia Hardy, the moon of my life, the best-looking girl in school, my sunshine, will you please go to the ball with me?" Harry asked as blandly as possible.
"Oh, you're so romantic," Felicia mock-swooned before pinching his cheeks again. "Of course, I'll go with you,"
"Miss Hardy," Their English teacher said in an amused voice as they got near class. "Unless you plan to stay on top of Mr Osborn the whole class, I think it's time you plant your feet on the ground."
"If I must," Felicia said with a suffering sigh as she got off of Harry. "You're really quite comfy, you know," She told him matter-of-factly.
"Alright," Harry said as he paced around his room, Gwen was sitting on his bed and Peter was sitting at his desk. "I told you I'd come clean, and I'm going to do that. Let's start at the beginning, my name is Harry Potter."
"Um...no it's not, it's Harry Osborn," Peter said, sounding somewhat confused.
"In this lifetime, yes, in my last life or what I believe to be my first life, I was born as Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter. A witch and wizard," Harry explained.
"Wait, you've been reincarnated?" Gwen blinked.
"No, I...well in my last world, I kind of...sort of died."
"Kind of...sort of died?" Peter repeated incredulously.
"In my last world, there was this secret society of witches and wizards," Harry continued explaining, running a hand through his hair. "They lived in hiding for hundreds of years, my parents were killed when I was a year old by this really evil wizard who went by the name 'Voldemort'."
"Voldemort? That's a pretty cool name," Peter hummed.
"Pretty weird," Gwen disagreed.
"People were so scared of him that they never spoke his name, truth be told, his real name was actually Tom."
"Well, that's a letdown," Peter frowned.
"Indeed," Harry agreed. "Anyway, the asshole comes over and murders my parents, he then tried to kill me when I was a baby but something went wrong. He used this spell that's supposed to be unblockable and results in instant death if it hits you, but for whatever reason it didn't kill me and left me with a scar, this scar," Harry gestured to the lightning bolt scar on his head. "Then I was sent to my only remaining relatives, a pair of muggles on my mum's side of the family."
"Muggles?" Gwen asked.
"Non-magic people," Harry answered patiently. "Anyway, they didn't really like me much...kind of hated me for being a wizard...not that I knew I was a wizard until I was about eleven. Had a few feats of accidental magic over the years, and that made things worse. Usually, would result in beatings and being sent to a cupboard."
"You were beaten?!/What do you mean sent to your cupboard?!" Peter and Gwen blurted out at the same time.
"They really didn't like me much," Harry repeated. "They made me sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. Basically, I was their slave for a while, at least until I turned eleven. Then I found out about the wizarding world, and I only ever saw them in summertime. I started attending a wizarding school, where I basically learnt how to do magic with a wand. You know, stuff like levitating, making fire, turning things into animals and stuff like that."
"Oh yeah, just your standard magical practices," Peter snorted.
"Yeah, well, Voldemort was apparently not as dead as people thought," Harry revealed. "He was some sort of wraith or something, floating around without a body. In my first year, he was possessing a teacher and trying to steal a magical artefact that could have made him a new body, I tried to stop him, then he tried to kill me and I sort of burnt him to ashes."
"You what?!" Gwen asked quickly, a shocked look on her face. "Did I hear that right?"
"It wasn't on purpose," Harry sighed. "My...the night my mother had died, she had apparently sacrificed herself for me and that left me a sort of protection that meant that Voldemort couldn't touch me. Anyway, then in my second year an old cursed book of Voldemort's ended up in the hands of this first-year student, she was the sister of my best mate."
"I thought I was your best friend," Peter frowned.
"In this world, yeah," Harry nodded. "But back in the other world, it was someone."
"Yeah, but overall, who is your favourite?" Peter asked, only to glare at Harry when he had the audacity to start thinking about it.
"Well, I suppose me and Ron have gone on a good few adventures together and he was my first friend," Harry said thoughtfully. "Though, he did have his hang-ups, especially in my fourth year, and I have sort of known you longer, Peter. So...overall, I'd say you, Peter."
"Suck it, Ron," Peter grinned triumphantly.
"You're talking about someone who is apparently in another world, no need to flex," Gwen told him with a roll of her eyes. "Continue please," She told Harry.
"Thank you, so that book caused her to unleash a giant basilisk that I had to fight, which is basically a large snake with unsurvivable venom and a gaze that kills you instantly. Luckily, phoenixes seem immune to that, and there was one nearby that blinded it for me,"
"Wait, a phoenix, like a really a phoenix?" Gwen asked with disbelief.
"Pretty much,"
"How'd you beat the giant snake?"
"Stabbed it in the mouth with a sword," Harry said casually. "And then in my fourth year..."
"Wait," Peter interrupted. "Nothing happened in your third year?"
"Well...yeah, but not to do with Voldemort, I did discover one of his minions though," Harry revealed. "He was disguised as Ron's pet, his name was Peter Pettigrew. The bastard was a friend of my parents and betrayed them, and gave their location up to Voldemort. He escaped though."
"Giving 'Peters' a bad name," Peter said disapprovingly.
"Yeah," Harry easily agreed. "Anyway, in my fourth year, I found myself forcefully entered into some tournament for adults, turns out it was a plan for Voldemort to kidnap me. He took me to a graveyard, tied me up and Peter Pettigrew used my blood in a ritual to give Voldemort back a new body. The bastard also killed a student that ended up coming with me."
"I'm sorry, can we take the 'Peter' out of his name?" Peter begged. "I don't feel comfortable calling him a 'Peter', I vote that he is no longer a 'Peter'."
"I second the motion," Gwen nodded imperiously.
"Agreed," Harry nodded just as seriously. "Fuck that guy. So, basically, Voldemort and I fight for a bit before I barely manage to escape. I told everyone what happened, including the guy who was basically the magical equivalent of a prime minister."
"Hold up, you were British in your last life?" Gwen asked.
"Oh yeah," Harry confirmed. "Englishman through and through, glad to be at least half-English in this life. So nobody believed me and the papers started calling me crazy and insane, saying I was just trying to get attention. When my fifth year of school started, the government sent a woman to school to silence me. Her name was Dolores Umbridge AKA 'Umbitch'. She stopped anyone from even mentioning Voldemort and basically turned the school into a prison. Boys and girls couldn't be within certain distances of each other, and she forbade even the teachers from discussing Voldemort's return, she had a major grudge against anyone who wasn't pureblood so she liked to gun for the muggle-raised and pretty much-made rule after rule to make us into perfect little robots. She especially liked getting me into trouble and kept putting me in detentions where she liked to introduce me to her blood quill. That's basically a quill we wrote with that would use the blood of the user to write."
"You used to write with quills?" Peter couldn't help but ask. Gwen turned to him with narrowed eyes.
"He admits to basically being tortured and that's what your main concern is?" She asked with forced calmness.
"What?!" Peter said defensively. "That's a real question,"
"We did write with quills and that is a valid question," Harry agreed, earning an appreciative nod from Peter and a suffering sigh from Gwen. "So, that ended with her being pranked the hell out of before being carried away by centaurs."
"Naturally," Gwen didn't even blink at that.
"I don't know if she's still in school, I hope she's not. During one of my end-of-year exams, I got sent a vision of a friend who was basically a relative of mine, he was being tortured and I had gone to go and save him with a few of my friends. Turns out it was a trap, Voldemort had sent me that vision, he wanted a prophecy that only he or I could pick up."
"A prophecy?" Peter gaped. "Like 'he who is born of gold or some shit shall save the planet' or something like that?"
"Pretty much," Harry confirmed. "Though I never got to listen to it, I ended up fighting off his men with my friends and we ran into this room which had this odd sort of gateway and then Voldemort himself showed up and blasted me through it, giving me a one on one meeting with none other than Death."
"Harry," Gwen let out a deep breath before she looked up, seemingly praying for a moment before she looked back at him. "When you say 'Death', do you happen to mean..."
"The end of all things, yes, that very one," Harry nodded. "He made me a deal and sent me here, gave me a new life, a chance to start over."
"In exchange for what?" Peter wondered. "Death just doesn't show up and offer deals for no reason,"
"Voldemort was a bit more evil than we originally thought," Harry sighed. "He split his soul into several pieces,"
"Great," Gwen rolled her eyes. "We have phoenixes, centaurs and wizards, why not a soul? What's next? You got dragons as well?"
"Met a couple, actually," Harry replied easily. "Now, where was I? Oh yeah, Voldemort ended up splitting his soul and shoving it into multiple different objects, essentially keeping him alive no matter what, even if his body was destroyed. The night he attacked my family, he unintentionally put a piece of his soul in me. When I died, I was carrying two souls, so Death offered to take Voldemort's soul piece and use it to summon the other bits of his soul. Let me tell you, Death doesn't do things personally, but when you try to run from him the same way Voldemort does, he considers it very personal. Voldy pissed him off enough that he was willing to offer me a new life in exchange for his soul. At least that's what he told me. I end up born in this world and the story goes from there."
"So, to sum up, you are basically a wizard from another world that was reborn in this world and was then lucky or perhaps unlucky enough to stumble upon a spider that gave you spider powers, is that it?" Gwen questioned him while rubbing her eyes.
"Pretty much," Harry told her. "I told you guys everything or at least everything that's relevant. Got to say, I'm glad you guys believe me."
"Harry, you can communicate with spiders, can do magic and can crawl on walls," Peter pointed out. "There's not much I don't believe anymore."
"Ditto," Gwen added. "We believe you, it's just a little hard to wrap my head around. I still have some questions, like who was that relative of yours?"
"Oh, his name was Sirius Black, he was basically my godfather and..." Harry trailed off as he spotted something outside of his window. A long distance away, hovering in the sky, was a large green circle with two curved, horizontal and verticle lines crossing inside of it, looking quite similar to a basketball. "...Do you guys see that?" He asked, pointing at the symbol.
"See what?" Peter asked, looking in the direction that Harry was pointing.
"Harry, there's nothing there," Gwen said slowly.
"Well, I can see a giant bloody symbol floating in the air," Harry said, already taking off his clothes.
"Well, why can you see it and not us?" Peter questioned.
"I'll find out when I get there," Harry said as he put his Spiderman costume on.
"Be careful then," Gwen said as she walked over to Peter who had opened up Harry's laptop.
"Connecting to your mask," Peter said in a professional voice.
"I've connected the mask so you should be able to see everything I see," Harry told them before putting on the mask. "I'll be back as soon as possible, see you in a bit," He added before walking over to the window, opening it and then leaping out and swinging away.
"Amazing, we can see everything that you see," Gwen's voice spoke through his earpiece. "How are you not puking all the time?"
"You get used to it," Spiderman told her as he continued swinging, as soon as he got near the symbol it changed into a large glowing ball. "What the..." He trailed off as the balls started flying away.
"What can you see?" Peter asked as he swung after it.
"It turned into a ball and is trying to get away from me for some reason," Spiderman answered, still chasing after it.
"What is it?"
"Don't know, but my magic senses are tingling," He responded before continuing to follow it. A couple of minutes later, he landed across from a rather odd building in Greenwich Village. The building in front of him was an old, Victorian-style building with a sea-green roof on top that had a large window designed as the exact same symbol that he had been chasing earlier. Something about it seemed weird to him, almost ancient.
"Excuse me," A voice called. Spiderman blinked before looking at the roof and spotting a hooded figure in yellow robes pointing down to the entrance of the building before disappearing right in front of his eyes.
"Tell me that you guys saw that," Spiderman said hopefully.
"You mean that person showing up and then disappearing in a blink of an eye, yes, we saw it," Peter confirmed.
"Maybe whatever you saw was supposed to lead you here," Gwen guessed. "Do you think it's a trap?"
"One sure way to find out," Spiderman said before he swung down to the ground, he walked up to the entrance of the building and raised his hand. He knocked on the door, only to stumble backwards and fall into a chair. He blinked and looked around, finding himself in an odd room with a pale bald woman sitting opposite him, dressed in exactly the same yellow robes he had seen previously.
"Hello," She said pleasantly. "It's nice to meet you, Mr Potter. Would you like some tea?"