This story is based on a Spiderman/Harry Potter crossover I thought would be a good idea, I thought that Peter and Harry were kind of the same in a way, and we never did know the full truth of Peter's parents. Anyway if you like crossovers go ahead and read, and review. Please be honest now.
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The Lost Potter
Peter Michael Parker would soon know the truth of who he was. It had been 20 years since his last introduction to the wizarding world and learn of the family that he had.
James and Lily Potter had been married for two years when Lily found out she was pregnant. On June 21st that year, their first-born son made his way into the world. His name – Peter Michael Potter.
The baby that nobody knew existed. For the first 3 months of baby Peter's life they remained in hiding due to the threat on their lives made by Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard who ever lived.
Before Lily had graduated from Hogwarts her mother and father told her of the older sister they had given up for adoption. The Evans had been young and could not support a child that time in their lives, so for the only way to make sure that their daughter had the family she deserved, she was put up for adoption. To be given the life that they could not yet give her, and hoped within time that she would come looking for her biological family. Her name was Rose.
Lily was determined to find her and a few weeks later, Lily learned that Rose who was three years older than her, was engaged and living in New York. She too was a witch and had attended Critchley School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in New York City. They met and the two women formed the bond that would be needed, later in life to save the lives of Lily and James' sons.
Two years had passed and Lily and James married and had Peter, but they feared for his life. James was the direct heir of Godric Gryffindor, which only the Potter family knew. Peter was now the heir and would inherit his powers much faster than a normal magical baby, and this would put him at greater risk.
Three months after his birth, Lily and James made the hard decision for Peter to live with Rose and her husband Daniel Parker. Rose could not have children, and when Peter had come along, she doted on him. They would remain in contact only once a month and placed a secret memory charm upon all of their family and friends to remove any knowledge of Peter from their lives. It was harsh, but the utmost important to his survival. The only person who could divulge the secret was Remus Lupin, Peter's godfather who in turn had a powerful memory charm placed on him.
Peter would never know that James and Lily were his parents and they would be seen as his aunt and uncle over the years to protect him and he would only know the truth when he became old enough to understand.
Three years passed, and James and Lily escaped Voldemort's clutches for the third time. Peter had a happy upbringing with Rose and Daniel, who loved him like their own son. When Peter turned three, Lily found out she was pregnant again. This time they were better protected as ways of hiding by magic became stronger. July 31st 1984, Harry James Potter made his way into the world, but his birth became connected to that of a prophecy that was made shortly before his birth.
In the year that they lived in hiding with Harry, James and Lily became desperate to see their other son grow, they knew they wouldn't always be around forever, they visited Rose, Daniel and Peter as much as they could. When Harry was six months old, they made the trip to Manhattan to see their son. As Lily watched her three year old toddle around, she realised how much she loved him, Rose's heart panged with pain each time Peter said "Mommy" to her and not to Lily. To Peter Lily and James were only "Auntie Lil and Unky James". Rose looked into Lily's eyes as she passed Harry to her sister to hold. The resemblance between both boys was astounding. Harry looked a lot like his father but had his mother and aunt's emerald green eyes.
Peter looked like a miniature version of James too, but had James' eyes colour and Lily's placidness. It wasn't until Peter came over and hugged Lily and James that Lily broke down crying, Peter obviously confused by her emotions, patted her back and looked into her eyes and said "Pwease don't cry Auntie Lil". Lily smiled at the little boy and looked to James, Daniel and Rose who held Harry.
"How about a picture, with both the boys together?" Suggested Daniel. Rose took Peter's hand and sat him on the couch and Lily took Harry and placed him carefully into Peter's small arms. Peter looked into Harry's eyes and then smiled at the camera as Harry grinned a toothless grin at his brother. Daniel took the picture with a magical camera and then took pictures of each of them with Harry and Peter. Daniel made copies of both sets of pictures and made them into albums for both boys to receive on their sixteenth birthdays.
Little did they know that fate would soon deal them an unfair hand.
Another six months passed, James and Lily could no longer travel to America, as Voldemort was getting closer to finding their whereabouts. That Halloween, Harry began to become restless, Lily had been upstairs looking at the one picture she had taken of Peter and looked at it and whispered "Be safe" and put it back into her drawer when she heard Harry's cries, and the sound of an explosion. She immediately ran downstairs gripping her wand tightly, and looked for James who was lying on the carpet and pulling himself up. "Go Lily now! It's him, take Harry and run!" Lily looked to what was left of the kitchen and the hallway she heard a snake slither down hissing. James stood up wiping the blood away from his mouth and looked to Lily "Go now, I love you both" he shouted as Lord Voldemort stepped into the living room. Lily looked into the red eyes and immediately ran upstairs to Harry's room.
"James Potter, why we meet again?" said Voldemort sarcastically as his snake Nagini slithered around his feet.
"Get out of my house!" bellowed James.
"Hand over the boy Potter and no-one need get hurt!" He said smiling evilly
"What, so you can kill him? Will I hell!"
"Then so be it, Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed.
James deflected the curse easily.
"Ah, not many people can deflect the curse Potter, the aurors taught you well, but not well enough, I could have shown you how to use your Gryffindor powers but you chose to marry a mudblood and create the abomination, you would have been honoured and been my right hand man"
"My son is not an abomination and don't ever again call my wife that!" shouted James.
Voldemort and James threw curses at each other but Voldemort easily waved them off.
"Enough of the games, I gave you your chance, if you wont give me the boy, you will die!" hissed Voldemort.
"Goodbye Potter, Avada Kedavra!"
Time seemed to freeze as the green light emitted from Voldemort's wand and hit James square in the chest and fall to the floor. Upstairs Lily heard James yell then silence and knew that James was dead she cast a silencing charm on the door and moved all the furniture against it, she and Harry were trapped, they couldn't portkey because of the wards. Meanwhile downstairs, Voldemort stepped over James' still body and made his way to the staircase, Lily picked up Harry and held him in her arms, he became silent and Harry looked into his mother's eyes fear spilling into them and held onto her and she began to sing his and Peter's lullaby. Lily backed away to the window, and at that moment the door swung off its hinges. Lily ran and lowered Harry into his crib leaning over it protectively as the hooded figure made his way into the nursery.
"Give me the boy!"
"No, not Harry take me instead, just don't hurt my son" she pleaded she knew fighting the most powerful wizard in the world would do no good.
"Stand aside, you stupid woman!" he bellowed.
"I won't" she turned to Harry and looked at him one last time and whispered "I love you Harry and Peter, if you ever find each other know that your father and I loved you and we did the best to protect you. Child of mine, blood bond we share, I sacrifice my life for yours, protection so strong, you will forever be safe from the hands of evil you shall face"
She kissed Harry's forehead as she turned around to look Voldemort in the eye.
"You won't ever take him," she shouted as Voldemort screamed "Avada Kedavra". Again the green light, hit its second victim that night and as Lily's body fell to the ground she whispered "Goodbye Harry"
Voldemort looked into the crib and looked at the baby before him and pointed his wand at the child. "Goodbye Harry Potter" he hissed grinning and shouted "Avada Kedavra" the curse hit Harry at that moment, and the green glow seemed to surround him as he silently looked up into Voldemort's red eyes. He seemed to be in deep concentration. Voldemort pointed his wand again, and yelled "Escario" waved his wand at Harry's forehead. Harry opened his eyes and felt the blood tricking down his forehead and looked straight at Voldemort as the green light glowed bigger and then rebounded from Harry's body to Voldemort.
The blow from the curse from each body shook the house as Voldemort screamed and writhed to the floor in agony, he screamed one final time as his body began to disintegrate, as it wasted away Harry's crib was thrown backwards by the force of power as Voldemort wasted away, his soul cast from his now dead body. He flew out the window where Nagini was waiting to pick up her master. With so much magic in the house, it began to tremble and then explode.
On the other side of the world, Peter awoke crying, he had a terrible dream about a man with red eyes and Harry. Rose awoke too a fear and pain in her heart hearing his cries, she tried to calm him but he was inconsolable. She knew the inevitable had happened. Lily and James were dead.
The next day in the Parker household was quiet, Rose had managed to settle Peter down early that morning but he whimpered in his sleep. She had sat up all night waiting for the Daily Prophet for the news. A tawny owl flew through the kitchen window and deposited a paper on the table.
There on the front page was the evidence:
He-Who-Must-Not-
Be-Named vanishes!
Last night, there was an
attack made on the Potter family at Godrics Hollow. Sirius Orion
Black who was made the Potters' secret keeper divulged their hiding
place to He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named.
James Michael and Lily Marie Potter died at the scene, however their young son one year old Harry James Potter escaped the attack with only a scar on his forehead, it is thought that he escaped through the Avada Kedavra killing curse.
Little Harry Potter is now in the care of his aunt and uncle due to having no living relatives. The only person to have lived the killing curse – the wizarding world raised their glasses in toast to Harry Potter – "The Boy-Who-Lived"
Story continued on page 5. – More deaths.
Rose dropped the paper, and began to cry. "Oh, Lily, James" At that moment Daniel appeared behind her. "Honey, what's wrong?"
From the look on her face he knew what had happened, and they cried together at the kitchen table.
Later that day, Rose busied herself around the house trying to contact the Ministry of Magic in England.
"Daniel, Harry is my nephew and I won't have him living with Petunia, she hates our kind always has done and I'll be damned if another of Lily's sons will live in hiding for the rest of their life. He and Peter are brothers and they deserve to know each other. It's what Lily wanted, I know it"
Daniel took Rose's hand. "I love Harry as much as you do Rose, and he is family but remember know one even knows that you two were in contact except your mother and father and they are dead, not even Petunia, if you turned up out of the blue demanding custody of Harry now, no one would believe you and remember all existence of Peter was wiped out when he came to us."
Rose nodded. "Daniel, we need to try" Daniel nodded and then got up and said he was going to check on Peter.
Remus Lupin stood at the corner of Privet Drive, watching as Vernon Dursley pulled out of his driveway and heard the cries of a baby inside the house. "Damn you Dumbledore" he said and apparated to the Ministry of Magic.
Manhattan.
Peter awoke to Daniel nudging him awake, "Come on son, time to get ready for nursery school" Peter looked into his father's eyes and looked away. "Don't wanna go, too sad" he murmured. Daniel nodded and kissed Peter's head. "Okay okay, you don't need to go." Peter just lay there he felt as if a huge part of him had died last night in the dream and was sure that Rose felt it too.
Rose was busy trying to get in contact with the Ministry but to no avail. It seemed they were too busy dealing with rounding up Voldemort's servants and with the supposed death of Peter Pettigrew, and the arrest of Sirius. All day she tried, but was soon giving up hope.
Lucius Malfoy stood in his study, and angrily threw his goblet into the fire, when he heard a scraping at the door. He opened it and found a rat, not just any rat, it was Peter Pettigrew.
The small rat transformed
"You conniving worthless waste of space" drawled Malfoy
Peter began to whimper insecently. "Lucius, I did not know the boy could do that, I am trying to find our Lord, but I have more information, about Lily.
Malfoy turned at this point "And what does this have to do with the boy?"
"Lily......she had a sister......when I went to Godrics Hollow...... I found evidence of it.....Here...." he said producing a birth certificate and pictures and the address of Rose and Daniel's whereabouts.
"Ah, good Wormtail, if we go now and kill them, it'll be sure to please our Master and give me great satisfaction killing the relative of that damned boy, that will make Dumbledore realise the Dark side will never be defeated, Come" he said pulling on his Death Eater mask and grabbing Wormtail and flooing to New York.
Day turned into night as Rose sat wearily at the table trying to get Peter to eat. Instead she took him upstairs to his room and he fell asleep "Good night little one" she said kissing his cheek. Daniel was sitting in the study looking over the album of both the boys and put it into the safe, locking it and putting in the letter that they had written for Peter.
Rose came into the study. "Is he asleep?" he asked. She nodded as he came over and hugged her. The house was quiet, too quiet.
Malfoy whispered "Alohamora" and the backdoor swung open. Wormtail scurried ahead as Malfoy grabbed him and pointed his wand at his neck. "No funny business" he whispered. Wormtail nodded and they walked through the kitchen, into the living room, Rose and Daniel unaware that they were in the house.
Malfoy and Pettigrew split up searching opposite ends of the house. Pettigrew searched upstairs. Meanwhile Peter suddenly bolted awake as he heard the creaking past his bedroom door. He grabbed his bear and hid underneath the bed.
Malfoy walked down the hallway wand at the ready and burst open the study door.
Rose and Daniel spun around.
"Awww how sickeningly sweet" he said through his mask.
Rose backed Daniel away, and told him to run. Her hand immediately flew to her pocket, her wand it was upstairs in the bedroom.
"Time to say goodbye Rose and join you dear sister and brother in law" he snarled at that point he bellowed "Avada Kedavra!" As Wormtail bounded downstairs and made his way into the study as he too shouted the killing curse as Daniel tried to escape.
Both of their screams were heard by Peter who saw the same green light he had seen in his dream emit from underneath the bedroom door and knew immediately Rose and Daniel were dead.
He heard muffled voices downstairs as he wiped away the tears he had shed and ran to his toy cupboard and climbed in. He heard the words "Lacarnum Inflamare" by two male voices as the hallway burst into flames.
His instinct was to immediately grab his pillow and put it to his mouth, he opened his bedroom door and ran downstairs to the study, and saw the still lifeless bodies of Rose and Daniel, he cried harder and ran towards the kitchen as the flames grew higher and ran to the garden. He watched as the flames grew higher and pieces of the house began to collapse. In the distance he could hear a faint evil sadistic laugh and a pop, and fell to the ground from the smoke inhalation.
When Peter awoke he heard machines bleeping and had the feeling he was not alone. He felt someone lightly touch his hand and looked up into the eyes of his father's older brother Ben and his wife May Parker.
"Oh Peter, honey you're awake at last" said May
"Where's Mommy and Daddy?" he asked as Ben passed him a cup of water to drink. Ben helped his nephew sit up to sip the water.
"Peter, you need to try and understand, Mommy and Daddy, they are in heaven now, watching over you" said May to her nephew.
Peter knew that they were dead, he just couldn't believe it. In those two days he had lost his aunt and uncle and his parents May and Ben held him as he cried.
From that day on life had changed dramatically for the Potter boys.
Peter went to live with Ben and May who brought him up as best they could, his magical abilities disappeared, along with the sadness in his heart, but in his dreams he would always relive both those nights, seeing through the eyes of his younger brother and never truly understand their connection. In time he forgot about Harry and as he grew, blotted out the pain of that night of Rose and Daniel's deaths.
Seventeen years later.
Peter awoke to the sound of a crash, and immediately bolted awake. The neighbours in the apartment next to him were fighting again. He sighed and rolled out of bed and looked into his mirror, there taped to it was a picture of a young woman of 20 making faces into each different picture. Peter smiled at it, and then looked to the photo frames that surrounded his bedside table. A picture of Rose and Daniel Parker looked back at him. A picture of his Uncle Ben and Aunt May and there next to it was a picture of his mother's sister Lily and her husband James, a young boy of three sat on James' lap grinning, while Lily held a baby, with black hair and startling green eyes.
Half of these people in these pictures in his life had died, but he always wondered about the little baby, the cousin he could barely remember. He had wondered about him over the years, but he had learned over the past two years never to dwell on the past, but to look to the future.
You see, Peter carried a secret, for the past year and a half of his life; he had been the one saving the city from criminals and crazed villains. He was Spiderman.
Surrey, England.
Harry James Potter lay on his bed staring at his ceiling, it was night and he listened to the wind breeze through his window and the hooting of owls in the nearby forest. He had been home for two weeks and already had no news from the wizarding world. You see Harry's Godfather Sirius Black had died two weeks before in an accident at the Ministry of Magic.
Harry turned his head to his bedside table and looked to his photographs that moved. There were ones of his friends, Ron and Hermione and Ron's family. Sirius and Remus and of course his parents. At that moment his snowy owl Hedwig swooped in through the window to her perch.
Harry got up and decided to go downstairs for a drink of water, he hardly ate or slept. The house was quiet; the Dursleys had gone away for a few weeks on holiday, leaving Harry on his own. Harry didn't mind, not that he had felt like venturing out of the house, he knew the house was being watched by the Order members and had been checked up on by Mrs Figg most of the time. Instead Harry had spent his time doing odd jobs around the house, keeping himself busy and trying not to think of Sirius.
As he made his way back upstairs he paused and looked up at the attic opening. Maybe to cure his boredom he could find something to do while upstairs. He grabbed the ladders from the small closet and pulled the hatch to the attic door, he pulled a torch out from his pocket and illuminated it over the belongings in the attic. As he walked across the floor, he passed Dudley's misused toys and large boxes, it wasn't until he came to the last corner he found a box unlabelled. Curiosity got the better of him as he walked towards it; he kneeled down and opened it. Inside he found a photo album, a copy of a birth certificate, a picture of a baby and two long boxes and a key that looked oddly familiar to that of his Gringotts key vault.
Harry opened the birth certificate and read:
Sex: FemaleWeight: 7 pounds 8oz
Father: Richard Charles Evans
Mother: Anne – Marie Rogers
Infants name: Rose Kathleen Evans
Born: January 5th 1960
Harry looked at it again. Strange he thought, he knew his Grandfather's name was Richard and his Grandmother's Anne-Marie. But who was Rose?
He pulled the picture out of the box and put his flashlight over it. He saw a younger version of his Grandparents holding a baby. Could it be this Rose? He put it on top of the birth certificate and picked up the two boxes, he pulled the top off the first one and looked at it, inside lay a pale wooded wand, he reached for the other and tore off the lid, inside lay another but a more darker wooden colour. Harry immediately reached for both of the wands as if, some strong force was urging him to, a longing to touch something, when his hands grazed over the wands, he felt his mind flash to the smiling faces of his mother and father. These wands belonged to them. He put them back within their boxes carefully and then picked up the photo album. As he opened the first page a letter fell into his lap with the words Harry inscribed on it.
He laid the album back down