Disclaimer: I will only say this once I do not own Spiderman or Harry Potter I am only writing this for fun.
AN: This is my first story I will try to update often maybe a chapter or 2 a week and ill try and make them loner as I go and any suggestions on ways to improve the story are welcome I don't like the title that much so any suggestions on a better one are welcome.
Summery: What would Harry's life at Hogwarts be like if only a couple of months before his 11th birthday he got Spiderman's powers.
Probably wont be romance in the story intill I hit 4th or 5th year so don't ask for parings in reviews.
A Spiders Tale: Year 1
Chapter 1
Life With The Dursley's
"Wake up you brat and make breakfast before Vernon and Dudley have to leave. Quickly or none for you." Came the shrill voice of Petunia Dursley as she unlocked a small cupboard under the stairs of here immaculately clean and orderly house.
Inside that cupboard a small lanky boy with messy black hair lay on a cot his brilliant emerald eyes wide open but unable to leave for the past 30 minuets that he had bin awake because of the locked door which was no longer an obstruction. So the young 10-year-old boy set the small black spider that had bin crawling around his hand as he watched its blurry image down and got up pulling on his baggy old pants and shirt as he went. Slipping his glasses on as he went putting the world into sharp focus letting him see as well as anyone else.
Pulling another spider off his socks as he pulled them on he got off his cot and went into the kitchen to cook for his Aunt Uncle and Cousin. About ten years ago his parents had died in a car crash leaving him with his moms sister and her family. As his uncle insists on reminding him he should have gone with them but he survived the crash with nothing but a lighting bolt shaped scar on the right side of his forehead. He was torn on his feelings on the scar it was a constant reminder of what landed him hear with this family and wonder what being raised by his parents would have bin like. At the same time it made him feel connected with people he was certain would have loved him something he only dreamed about what was like.
All the boy new about his parents was that that there names where James and Lily Potter and that they had named him Harry Potter. He learned quickly growing up with the Dursleys not to ask questions especially about his parents. Saying or asking the wrong thing tended to land him in trouble most of the time. For a quiet life a the Dursleys he learned simply do his chores and your fine. The old adage "Out of sight out of mind" worked extremely well for his Aunt and Uncle unless they wanted to blame something on him or him to do something they seemed to completely forget he existed. Even the house plain and clean as it was had no evidence of a fourth resent of the house on photos you could make out the large and neckless man with a black mustache; his horse-faced and bony wife; and the blond, pink, and porky son but nowhere was the evidence of the forth resident of the house.
Deciding he had better not make Aunt Petunia wait any longer Harry got up to prepare breakfast and pack away a lunch for his field trip today or in Dudley's case lunches for one was not enough for that boy. After that he packed up and walked to the buss stop with his cousin doing his best to stay far ahead of him so he couldn't play his faveret game of hit Harry. And so began the start of the day that would change Harry Potter's life and fate forever.
