HARRY'S STORY:
White petals were being strewn everywhere as the procession went slowly by; carrying a coffin through the cemetery to. The name on it was 'Harry Osborn.'
I woke up, sweating. I was on a couch and the moon shone brightly in through the doorway. I looked around me, and saw that I was on the same couch that Peter had laid my father on after he'd died.
'How did I get here?' I thought to myself. Quickly, I tried to remember what had happened. I had been with Peter, then I got stabbed by that-black monster, then Peter and MJ were with me and then--blank. I rubbed my head hard, trying to remember. At that moment I heard a feeble voice a little to my left.
"Master Harry?"
I turned around and saw my father's old butler standing there; his face ashen like he'd seen (or was seeing) a ghost. Suddenly, the old man's legs began to shake. I rushed over to him and sat him down on the couch.
"I don't understand. How can this be?" he muttered in a daze.
"It's ok," I said, trying to be as consoling as possible. Unfortunately, it had the opposite affect. The poor man looked up at me; his eyes like a frightened child's.
"I saw you there yesterday!" he practically screamed. "I saw you laying right there! How can you be here?" I was about to say that I didn't know when he fainted into my arms. I laid him out on the couch and got up to make something for us both to eat. On my way into the kitchen, I looked at one of the clocks. It was 4:30 in the morning. I wonder what "Miles" had been doing so early in the morning that he should come across me.
After I had gotten something for myself and left some by "Miles", I went out onto the balcony and stared out at the coming morning; thinking about what had happened. What did "Miles" mean he had 'seen me lying there yesterday?' What had happened to me? I sighed and walked back inside. As I walked by the mirror on the wall, I turned to look in it. I nearly screamed. The half of my face that had been disfigured by the bombs in the lab, was now completely back to normal. I put my hands on to my chest and noticed too that the piercings I had obtained when I had gotten in the way of Peter being killed were gone.
'What is happening to me?!' I whispered. 'Did I dream all of this?' I surely would have fainted if I hadn't gotten a phone call. I just stood there, staring at the phone for the first few rings. Who would be calling at this time of day; if you could even call it day? I finally decided to answer it and rushed over to the table.
"Hello?"
"How are you?" an unfamiliar female voice asked on the other end.
"I'm…fine…," I answered, hesitantly.
"How is your face?"
"It's…back to normal." The voice didn't respond for a moment and I was about to hang up when it came back.
"And you're chest wounds?"
"They're…who is this?" I asked, nervous after what all had happened and was happening to me. There was no answer. "Hello?" I yelled into the mouth piece. "Who are you? Are you there?" A moment later, I heard the line click. I threw the receiver down on the table. The noise of it hitting the glass echoed through the empty house. I pulled a chair over to the couch "Miles" was laying on and sat down.
The next thing I was aware of, a clock was announcing the time. It was 9:00 a.m. and the moonbeams shining through the doorway had now been replaced by brilliant shafts of sunlight. I yawned and was about to wake "Miles" when the phone rang again. I reached over and picked it up.
"Hello?" I said.
"Umm, hello. Who is this?" the caller asked; his voice familiar. I was secretly disappointed that it wasn't the mysterious woman who had called earlier.
"Don't you think I should be asking you that?" I pointed out.
"Fine. This is Peter Parker. I was trying to reach "Miles." Who is this?"
"Peter Parker!" I yelled. "Oh my gosh, is it great to hear your voice again!"
"H-Harry?" He answered weakly.
"Yes! Oh, Peter, I need to talk to you! So much is going on that I don't understand. Do you think we could meet in the park we used to play in as kids?"
"Uh…I…sure," he stuttered. "Uh…what…what time?"
"How about in half an hour?" I suggested.
"O-ok. See you then."
"Yeah, see ya' Pete," I said and hung up the phone. After checking on "Miles," who was still sleeping, I grabbed something to eat and headed down to the park. When I got there, Peter wasn't there yet so I sat down on a bench to wait. A few minutes later, I saw him walking down the path.
"Peter!" I called, waving a hand so he could see. "Over here!" He saw me and came over. "Pete, it is so good to see you."
"Uh…yeah. It's…good to see you too," he said. "Listen, Harry, how…what happened to you?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't know." I answered.
"It's just so weird though," he said, looking down at the ground. "I was there when you died. I was…at your funeral. And…and now you're here. You're standing right next to me and you're talking to me."
"I died?" I asked, more to myself than to Peter.
"Yeah," he answered. "You got in the way of the spikes that were intended for me, remember?"
"That's how I died?" I asked, amazed.
"Yeah. MJ and I were right there with you when you died. At least, that's what I thought had happened. Do you remember anything?"
"I remember that, but I don't remember dying. Here. Let me give you a re-cap of the everything from when I…'died' to now. I remember MJ being there and you crying," I gave him a smile. He rolled his eyes.
"Continue, please," he prodded.
"Sorry. And then I had this dream that I was at a funeral. My funeral. And then I woke up and "Miles" saw me and fainted. Then, I got up to get something to eat and then I got a phone call from this unknown woman who asked me how I was feeling and then hung up. Then I fell asleep and then you called and now I'm here." Peter nodded his head.
"I see." Then I remembered something.
"Peter! Oh my gosh. I forgot. You remember when those bombs fell on me in the lab when we were fighting?" He looked away from me as he answered.
"Yeah."
"Well, my face got all disfigured, remember?"
"Yeah." I turned my face so the light was shining on the half that used to be scarred.
"Peter, look," I said softly. He looked over at me and his eyes got huge.
"W-what happened?" he asked, sounding scared.
"I don't know. But look at this," I pulled up my shirt so he could see that the piercings were gone too. Again, his eyes got large. He sat down on the bench and grabbed the arm for support. I could almost read his thoughts.
"Peter, I'm not a ghost," I said softly. He looked up at me.
"Why would I think you were a ghost? That's stupid."
"Peter," I said. "I've known you since we were really young. It's written all over your face. Don't worry. I don't understand it either." At that moment, I heard a young woman's voice.
"Peter?" She called. I recognized it.
"MJ?" Peter called back, rising up. MJ appeared from around the playground.
"Hey, Pete. I went up to your apartment and you weren't there so I asked your landlord if he knew where you had went and he said he heard you say you were going to the park so…," she stopped as she looked over at me.
"Hey, MJ," I whispered.
"Harry?" She asked, tears in her eyes.
"Yeah, it's me," I answered.
"How…how can you…," she stuttered.
"I know. Peter and I have already been through this. I don't know how it happened either," I said, comfortingly. Tears started to spill out of her eyes and fall delicately down her cheeks.
"Oh, Harry," she cried, and rushed over to embrace me. Peter looked away.
