He hit the floor of a room and for a few seconds just laid there, taking deep breaths.

"Did you knock him out?" said an irritated voice.

"No! I just grabbed him and pulled him in! Are you always this… you know."

"What?"

"Forget it."

He was lying in some sort of apartment, brightly light and it looked like just any furnished apartment.

Three faces looked down at him where he laid. One tapped him with their foot and he jolted, flung himself towards the ceiling and webbed them up… except his webshooters were broken; right.

He landed again on the floor, clenched fists ready to strike.

"Whoa there."

Harry stopped himself before he saw two of them were like him: Spider-Men. They were both unmasked, so he took off his. He didn't recognize their faces, but beside them stood Stephen Strange, who he did recognized but had hardly interacted with.

But unlike Harry, Strange wasn't exactly your standard type of wizard, he was much more powerful, his magic much different. Undoubtly the most powerful sorcerer Harry had met even though for years he had thought Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard of all time; no. Strange's magic made Dumbledore look like a child playing make-believe and doing a poor job at it too.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

He was overcome with a nauseating, dizzying feeling.

It was like his body was still in one place but his mind was still at the bridge.

"Something you shouldn't have done", said Strange coldly. He looked extremely upset. "The way you handle magic is disrespectful, Potter. And frankly what they teach at magic schools is laughable. With that kind of magic, how in the world did you manage to shatter everything that has ever existed and somehow called everyone that ever has been connected to Spider-Man come here?"

"Sir, I didn't know it would happen. How was I supposed to?"

"Did you really think wandless magic would that as easy as outfitting your suit with new technology?" chortled Strange.

"Sorry for interrupting, but I need to state something", said one of the Spider-Men suddenly.

"Yes?" Strange sounded very annoyed.

"I don't know anything about this magic stuff, frankly I have never seen magic ever in my life, I've barely fought any superpowered guys, I did fight a mechanized rhino once though – I'm sort of lame in that respect…"

"Can you get to the point?" said Strange between his teeth, positively fuming.

"Sure, sure I'm just saying that you're being very harsh on the guy—dude—man, whichever you prefer. I did the same mistake when trying to give Doctor Connors back his arm which he lost you know, and turned him into a giant lizard in the process. He almost turned all of New York into lizards! Giant lizards!" He stretched his arms towards the ceiling as if to show the size of said lizards.

Strange would've probably punched the Spider-Man that kept talking a lot if he wasn't above that.

"I'm Peter by the way", the same Spider-Man that kept talking about rhinos and lizards reached out a hand to Harry with a big bright smile on his face. "Peter Parker."

Harry shook it, feeling some odd sense of comradery and brotherhood. "Spid—I mean Harry Potter."

Peter snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. "Really? Big fan, big fan."

Harry quickly inspected Peter's suit, it looked eerily similar to his suit, only more amazing.

The other Spider-Man looked older, more wiser, more battle-worn. His suit had this kind of bulky but nostalgic vibe too it with silver web patterns instead of black or grey. He smiled at Harry and shook his hand. "Spider-Man."

"Look at the ego of this guy. Here we go by our real names, but he takes the title", said Peter.

"I'm just saying, how will we separate us from each other?" sighed the other Spider-Man and nodded his head slowly. "Sure, whatever. I'm Peter Parker too. Call me Pete."

Harry racked his brain in trying to remember where he had seeing Pete's face; he reminded him of someone. "You remind me of someone."

"I know right?" said Peter. "That guy from Sea Biscuit maybe?"

Pete frowned, looking slightly confused.

"I haven't heard about that one. I think more in the lines of Ice Storm", Harry grinned.

"Ooh, classic. Yeah that's a good one too", said Peter with an even bigger grin.

"Okay, bonding session over! You need to take care of this immediately!" Strange walked over to a window.

"Do you have a plan then, Doc?" Peter acted mildly interested, leaning on the sofa.

Strange only beaconed them to walk over there, so they did.

"Not exactly but I managed to close the rift before we were overrun. Though that is not much in way of consolation."

Harry leaned forward and peeked out between the blinders. The world had turned upside down – not literally – but everything with it was wrong; the sky crackled with blue lightning that occassionally turned blindingly colorful and hit something below; buildings didn't look right, as if all of them weren't from this world; ripples appeared from time to time warping its surroundings; villains roamed both ground and air.

"Do you see now that the situation is far from ideal?" Strange looked at Harry.

He was right. Harry had caused this situation, dragged people away from their homes and put them in his universe.

"You're right", mumbled Harry, letting the blinders go and quickly moving away with anxious steps from the windows. "Just like I got Hermione killed and almost broke the universe going back in time. Compared to you guys I'm not a very good Spider-Man."

"Hey", said Peter. "W-we've both caused some stuff to happen right?"

Harry didn't want to hear it.

Pete nodded with a smile on his face. "Crazy stuff."

Peter walked up to Harry and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Being Spider-Man doesn't come without struggles and sacrifices. I know that, and I'm not trying to make this about me but I would've done anything to go back and save Gwen, the only person I've loved. S-she died and, um…", he looked away with tears in his eyes and sniffled for a second before looking back at Harry. "I got bitter. I stopped pulling my punches and got reckless and someone else got killed. I've been lost ever since and the only thing getting me out of bed every day is the people that are still relying on me. On Spider-Man."

He attempted to continue but stuttered and looked at Pete for support. Pete walked towards Harry too, putting his hand on his other shoulder.

"Blaming yourself won't fix anything. Telling yourself you aren't good enough won't fix anything. Look, you made a mess but we always have a choice. You have a great power, Harry. All you have to do is make the choice and use that power to fix what you did wrong."

"And you aren't alone buddy", smiled Peter still with tears going down his face. "You're not a bad Spider-Man. You're amazing! You're spectacular!"

"Superior even?" Pete squinted cheekily.

Peter looked at him for a few seconds and shook his head.

"Too much?" Pete raised his eyebrows.

"Too much."

A sudden voice spoke up from another room. "What I want to know is… how did you do it?" Harry stared back at himself, but he didn't wear a Spidey suit or looked especially amazing.

"Oh okay", said Harry. His head hurt. His perspective felt like it shrunk down, like he had phased out of his body and he was staring down a pair of binoculars but at the same time what he was looking at was too close for it to be far away.

He stumbled and would've fallen over if Peter and Pete didn't catch him.

"Why would you bring a time traveler here?" Harry said.

"He's not a time traveler", Strange finally spoke up. "He's you from another universe."

Both Harry's walked towards each other. It was like looking in a non existing mirror.

"I'm not supposed to be here", said the other Harry. He was dressed just in regular old clothes, had the same glasses and didn't look like anyone special except for the scar on his forehead.

Harry lightly shook his head, trying to understand what was real and what wasn't at this point.

"This is unreal. It's like looking into a mirror", said the other Harry.

Harry blinked hard a few times. "I don't even know who you are."

"You don't need glasses?" the other Harry ignored his statement.

"I have eye contacts, sometimes I use glasses. It depends."

The other Harry looked slightly surprised. "Your Dursleys are nicer than mine."

"I don't have any Dursleys. I live with my aunt Petunia – and uncle Sirius before he died."

The other Harry looked absolutely disgusted. "Sirius and aunt Petunia?"

Harry wondered what was so wrong with that. "Did your aunt Petunia get married again or something?"

"What? No. Sirius was my godfather, aunt Petunia hate wizards. Don't tell me, is Hermione your mom or something?"

"No, she's my girlfriend."

The other Harry sighed loudly, shaking his head. "That is screwed up, mate. Hermione is my best friend."

Harry stared at his other self and glanced quickly at Strange.

"He found us. According to my research – not that I've had much time for it mind you because of all this – he's the one of the very few Harry Potters in the multiverse to triumph over a multitude of catastrophes", said Strange, looking bothered to some extent.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"I know how to kill Voldemort", said the other Harry.

Harry was surprised that no one had at least thought of giving him this information.

"Horcruxes", the other Harry continued.

Harry had no clue what Horcruxes were and just wanted to hit his other self for hurting his head even more. "You're not making any sense."

"Horcruxes", repeated the other Harry like it was some kind of bread and common knowledge. "Dumbledore showed Slughorns memories to us and made us get his memory so that we could find it more?"

Harry didn't have the faintest about who Slughorn was.

"No. I was busy fighting goblins and time traveled", Harry said it before he realized how incredibly stupid it sounded.

The other Harry blinked hard a few times. "You might want to sit down."

And they did, having a long talk on the sofa about this crucial information Harry somehow hadn't been filled in on. Maybe Dumbledore didn't trust him enough, maybe he had forgotten or even worse he didn't know about Horcruxes himself.

Horcruxes could be anything, they were objects holding pieces of a persons soul. And Voldemort had split his into seven pieces, making him immortal. Destroying those objects however in theory would make him mortal.

Strange kept shaking his head at everything. "What kind of child made these rules?"

Both Harrys had already destroyed one: Tom Riddle's diary. In the other Harry's world, Dumbledore had already destroyed another but it was uncertain if the same applied to Harry's world.

It seemed awfully convoluted and unnecessary, but easy to understand. In mid-conversation Strange left to check why things were like they were.

"So why didn't Dumbledore tell me this?" Harry felt angry and betrayed. Left behind, maybe because he was Spider-Man and Dumbledore somehow had known all long and left him out on purpose.

"This sounds insane to me. I never fought anything that didn't come from Oscorp in one way or another. Magic is completely out of my field", said Peter.

"You get used to it", said Pete.

Strange came back, stepping out of the portal. He looked like he had fought like hell and had a hopeless expression on his face. "This Slughorn – he's dead in our universe."

"What?" Harry got up from the sofa.

"Yeah, and we got bigger problems", he started frantically casting spells and closing the portal behind him. "I encountered some of Parker's friends not far from here and I'm afraid they've found us."

"Which Parker?" Peter looked confusingly at Pete and back at Strange multiple times.

"Both."

The three Spidey's put on their masks and the two Peter's got up along with the other Harry.

"Will you be joining us?" Peter asked the other Harry.

"No he won't", said Strange, opening another portal. "I'm sending him home. We can't risk a person important to any universe being here for long."

"Good to have met the lore-accurate Harry. Not saying Spidey-Harry isn't great I'm just saying it's great to have met you", Peter smiled shaking a confused other Harry's hand and laughed. "Oh, you see where I come from your life is actually a series of books and movies. Big fan, by the way. If I'm going to be honest, Order of the Phoenix is my favorite – both movie and book."

The other Harry shook the others hands and went through the portal even more confused before Strange closed it again.

"One more thing Potter", he turned to Harry with a heavy sigh. "I didn't want to tell you this until later but seeing as I have little choice in the matter; Albus Dumbledore is dead."

Author's end chapter notes: Bringing in two other Spidey's, this is my favorite chapter I've written so far! Is Peter supposed to be Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man after the Amazing Spider-Man 2? Yes! Is Pete supposed to be Tobey Maguire after Spider-Man 3? Yes!

I wondered if I should bring in Tom Holland's Spidey too but how many Peters can we really keep track off? He might show up later, I don't know yet! The names can be hard to keep track off for readers, but if that is the case I will change them though I feel that would hurt the story calling them Andrew and Tobey haha. If you haven't watched those movies you might not feel any attachment to these Spidey's though I hope you enjoy anyway!

I also loved bringing in the canon Harry Potter having a small part because I might as well with the crazy multiverse stuff going on. My favorite part was definitely writing Andrew's Spidey, I feel like I got his energy and speech pattern down really well, do tell me what you think! Not to pat myself too much on the back I think I managed to do Strange decently as well, and yes; I'm imagining the MCU versions of Marvel characters as I write them – think what you will about those movies but personally I love the characterizations of a lot of the MCU's characters. Tobey's Spidey in this chapter is a bit more on the reserved side though I want to give him more time to grow and my god what about all the villains? Is this too much for the second "entry" in a fanfiction series? Is it a blatant No Way Home rip off? Shush be quiet, I had this idea long before I watched No Way Home or at least you can pretend I did.