Harry Potter meets the vulture
After the long, painful battle of losing his godfather and watching his friends suffer, Harry Potter now embarked on the most important battle of his life. Although he didn’t know it, the order of the phoenix, the DA, and Albus Dumbledore stood by his side as Voldemort fought with him over his mind. Harry started to surrender his mind when he remembered what he was fighting for, his friends, the memory of his parents, and Sirius. Harry now held the upper hand in the heat of the battle. Voldemort won’t win this time, soon enough Harry’s love will prevail. Voldemort started retreating and just as Harry thought he was about to win, everything went black.
When Harry regained consciousness, his head was free of Voldemort. He’d done it! He defeated him again! Harry attempted to get to his feet and meet his professor’s twinkling eyes but he had gone from a large area filled with shattered glass to a dark, confined space piled with ruble? Harry couldn’t move any limbs aside from his hands so with much effort, he dug his wand out of his pocket, “Lumos!” A ball of light appeared on the end of the wand and blinded Harry. For he really was being crushed underneath a huge pile of rubble and the light didn’t have far to travel. It didn’t help that Harry’s glasses were missing. Harry went through every spell in his head to determine which one could get him out of this.
Eventually Harry settled on, “Bombarda!” There was a loud explosion and Harry emerged from the pile but immediately dove back down to feel around for his glasses. When he found them, he cut his finger on the broken lens, “Oculus Repairo!” The glasses felt solid again and Harry restored his sight by placing them back on his nose where they belong. As Harry looked around, he saw that he was no longer in the Ministry at all; he was a few miles outside a Secondary School? How’d he get here and what happened to the DA and the Order, Dumbledore and Voldemort even? Suddenly, Harry was approached by what seemed to be a flying, gray-metal man with wings and googles? “Spiderman! Or should I say, Peter Parker! What was that explosion?!”
“What? Who’s Peter Parker? Who’s Spiderman?”
“Who are you? What happened to Spiderman?”
“I haven’t any idea what you're talking about!”
“Huh? Where are you from kid?”
“Look I have to get back to the Ministry. It’s the only way to stop Voldemort and prove that he’s back otherwise he’ll just be that much closer to taking over the wizarding world!”
“Kid, what are you on?”
“Oh, is this the muggle world. I didn’t know the muggle world had whatever you are in it. I thought, maybe you were a fantastic beast of some sort”
“I’m the vulture and I’m about to rob the avengers' cargo plane so I can make sure my daughter has a bright future”
“Who are the Avengers?”
“Seriously kid, are you high?” Harry was starting to get impatient, “Where are we right now? Because I really need to get back to where I came from!”
“We’re in Queens, but I’d stay out of this if I were you. It has nothing to do with you”
“We’re in America! I don’t remember touching a portkey and I’m not old enough to apparate yet”
“Listen, just go back to the Homecoming dance and nobody has to get hurt”
“I hardly know what a Homecoming dance is, I need to get back to the Ministry!”
“That’s it kid, this was cute at first but nothing’s going to stop me from getting what I need!” The vulture shot Harry with some sort of weapon, and he quickly dodged it.
Harry didn’t want to fight, but what choice does he have? “Stupify! Protego! Expelliarmus!” Harry was about to shout another, but the vulture was already shot out of the sky. He fell to the ground with a loud bang and Harry rushed over to ensure he survived. Harry bent down and checked the vulture’s pulse. A soon as he did, the vulture slapped Harry’s hand away, “Are you alright?”
“Who are you?!”
“I’m Harry Potter?”
“Why do you say that as though I should know your name?”
“Well… It doesn’t matter” The vulture attempted to fly away but couldn’t leave the ground.
“Agh! Kid you broke my suit! How I am I supposed to make money to support my family if I have no alien technology to sell!”
“I don’t know sir; I didn’t mean to…”
“Shut up! You haven’t seen the last of me magic boy!” He ran off and Harry, not realizing what just happened, went to closest building he could find, the school. As he approached it he heard a lot of talking, laughter and music radiating from it.
And a pretty girl crying outside the front door. Harry couldn’t care for her; he has a mission and now prophecy! He’s the chosen one, Voldemort cannot be defeated without him. However, as he attempted to enter the school, the crying girl stopped him, “Hey, I know we’ve like never met before or anything but, if you know who I am please don’t tell anyone I was crying. I’m just having a really rough night”
“What about your night?”
“Oh, I love your accent but anyway… Just never mind, I’m sorry I bothered you and I don’t really want to talk about my night”
“Are you sure?” Harry meant that as a general question, not as a comfort. In truth, Harry doesn’t need to know any more about this girl.
“Well, it’s just that there's this guy and he’s had a crush on me for like ever”
“Right” Harry didn’t want to be rude, “Right, and I sort of liked him back because he’s like the smartest guy I’ve ever met and super cute and sweet”
“But”
“But I just felt like I couldn’t trust him you know. Like, if he can’t commit to anything, other than his Stark internship, how is he supposed to commit to a relationship right?”
“Right” Harry hardly kept listening.
“But then he asked me to this dance which was like a super big step, and I figured I’d give him chance. But then he just left again and now feel like an idiot for thinking he’d actually put me first… I just, I can’t believe Peter” Harry’s ears perked, “Peter as in Peter Parker?”
“Yeah, do you know him?”
“No, but that’s the name the vulture said”
“Who?”
“I don’t know really; he was this man who had metal wings and shot at me with some kind of weapon that I didn’t recognize”
“Really?”
“Yes, and he kept going on about robbing a cargo plane to get money to provide for his family or something like that. The conversation wasn’t very clear”
“I can’t believe that happened to you! Too bad Spiderman wasn’t there to help you…”
“Spiderman! That’s the other name the vulture mentioned!”
“Actually! How would the vulture know Peter Parker and Spiderman?”
“I remember him saying Peter Parker is Spiderman”
“What!” Suddenly, a “geeky” Pilipino boy rushed out the door to meet them, “Did somebody say Peter Parker’s Spiderman!”
“Ned! Yeah, this English boy I just met said that the vulture attacked him and told him Peter Parker is Spiderman!”
“Well, he isn’t! I mean, how could he be? He’s just a loser, I mean we’re losers together. Peter and I, we’re nerdy, marching band, mathlete, Star Wars-loving losers. Plus, how could he be Spiderman and have the Stark internship at the same time right?”
“But why would, I’m sorry what’s your name?”
“Harry”
“But, why would Harry say that?”
“Uh. Because…” Ned pat Harry on the back-which made him jump, “Because Harry is a foreign exchange student from London and he’s staying at Peter’s house…” Harry had already moved on to thinking of about Voldemort again and stopped paying attention to the conversation, “And Harry, Peter and I are roleplaying as Iron man, Spiderman, and a villain we made up called the vulture right, Harry?”
“What? Oh, yeah right”
“Right, so go enjoy the dance, Liz. I’m sure there’s a line of guys waiting to dance with you since Peter is off protecting Harry and I from the vulture”
“Yeah, your right. But I’m never forgiving him for this, and you can tell him that”
“Will do” Liz left, and Ned grabbed Harry’s wrist and pulled him to a more privet area behind the school.
“Okay, how do you know Peter’s Spiderman? And do you know what happened to him?”
“I don’t even know who Peter Parker or Spiderman are. All I know is I was fighting Voldemort and then out of nowhere I ended up here, fighting the vulture”
“It’s like you and Peter swapped places… What kind of alien magic is this?!”