A/N: Sorry for the wait the updates short but it's an update at least.

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Chapter Two

Peter wondered when his life had become the insane mess it was now. Right, it was when that spider bit you, or did you forget Webhead? It's not a forgettable moment-why am I talking to myself again? Peter sits up and flips the slender wooden instrument in his hands over. He grimaces, shaking his head at the thought of starting school in another country, and that that school only accepts students with magical powers.

"My life is oh so messed up."

"What makes you say that?" Peter turns his head. A scruffy green eyed boy is staring at him.

"Harry Potter, I presume. I heard your little shouting match earlier." The black haired boy snorts.

"Who didn't hear it? Who are you by the way?" Peter grins slightly.

"Peter Parker, also known as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, even though I'm not from this neighborhood, or the country for that matter." To his credit, Harry doesn't react.

"You know Potter, I have a friend named Harry."

"Interesting Mr. Messed-up-life."

"About that, let's leave it as a very long story and leave it at that." The other boy, who Peter notes, is taller than him as well, his height is really not fair, Logan is taller than him, making him the smallest superhero, not to mention the fact that he's not stocky, he's built like a gymnast, meaning-I am so off topic right now, it isn't even funny.

"I have plenty of time Yankee. We're all stuck here anyway mate." Peter stuck out his tongue.

"Not really, I'm sure that there's some way to escape."

"You sound like Fred and George." Peter shrugs.

"Thanks I guess. Do you want to hear me out or not Scarhead?" Instantly the other boys eyes narrow.

"Do you always spend your spare time insulting people?"

"Yes, actually. It's in my job description, which is part of my messed up life." Potter listens wearily.

"And?" Peter sighs.

"Sit down, this is going to take a while."