A/N: All characters aren't mine, you know the drill. Rating is T, may change due to sexual content. MAY is the key word here. Please Review!
Harry lay on his bed, the sun pouring into the lavish bedroom. He squinted, and flopped back down, not wanting to ever change anything. His mind drifted hazily back to the events of the night. MJ. MJ. The name made him smile, the vision of her smile. Smiling at him… Harry Osborn. The thought made Harry smile as he lazily tried to block out the sun from his eyes with the back of his hand.
Harry…
Harry turned over, it was just the wind.
Harry…
There wasn't any wind. The windows were shut…
Harry!
Harry knew that voice. His father.
Please Dad, leave me alone…
There was a time when you were ALL ALONE, Harry. Remember? You vowed to avenge me!
Dad, stop! I'm not alone anymore, MJ loves me.
No, she doesn't. She loves Peter. She'll never love YOU. Never.
NO!
Harry sat up, his head pounding, the voice of his father echoing throughout his mind,
haunting laughter; burning, burning. Harry closed his eyes, feeling hopeless, chained to his father's memory.
Dad I just want to be happy, please!
You'll never be happy until you stand at Peter Parker's funeral.
Harry looked at the framed picture of his father in the next room, he stubled to the ground, reality hitting him. The fall. The funeral. Peter Parker unmasked, chained. And himself, to weak to kill him.
"He died didn't he?" "Yeah,"…
He'd smiled at the hospital. He'd told Harry he'd died. While he'd been the murderer…
I'll make him pay Dad. He's stolen too much already. From you, from me! I'll kill him this time!
The sound of his father's laughter filled the room.