Here is the second chapter. I surprised myself how quickly I managed to turn this one around. Hope you enjoy it and don't forget to comment on which direction you think I should take the story on.

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat back in his chair as he listened to the information Peter Parker was telling him.

"Interesting," he murmured quietly.

"Sorry, what's interesting," Peter asked.

Dumbledore paused for a moment as he went over the information again in his head. Peter looked into his eyes and he saw a twinkle in the corner of his eye.

"I find it curious how the Ministry can sit in their offices and frighten the Wizarding world about Lord Voldemort, yet not stop Muggles from discovering our world."

"That's why we have come to talk to you. We have men that can help protect you. We placed spies into your so called Ministry and we learnt a lot about the problems you are facing. Let us help you; we have some of the best men in the business."

"Mr Parker I appreciate your offer, but I am fully aware of the dangers that are to come and I think that we can get through it. There will be casualties yes, but to achieve ones aims sacrifices are necessary."

"Do you think we can at least provide you with some protection, my superiors won't take no for an answer."

Dumbledore leant forward and looked Peter in the eye.

"I will accept your offer of some help, but it must not be obvious to anyone outside the school."

"Of course sir, we will keep it inconspicuous."

Peter got up from his chair and offered his hand to Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked at the extended hand and slowly raised his to it. They both shook firmly as they tied the agreement.

"There is something about you Peter I cannot figure out."

"What is that sir?"

"I look at you and I can't see someone who has done this for a long time. You are new to this aren't you?"

"It's been 6 years?"

"And then I also look at the way you hold yourself. It is though you are hiding something, something that we should not know, something that can be dangerous in the wrong hands. I have been told in the past that my judgement has not always been perfect, but I have a good feeling about you and I respect your privacy."

"Thank you sir," Peter said in wonder as he took in Dumbledore's words.

Dumbledore turned to a quiet Harry who stood by his desk.

"Kindly show Mr Parker to the guest suite in the tower of Gryffindor and ensure he settles in for the night."

Harry nodded and headed off down from Dumbledore's desk to the office door. Peter turned to follow after giving a courteous nod to Dumbledore.
They both walked in silence until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Cabborium Dengentree," Harry said to her (it was past midnight so the password had changed).

The portrait swung forward and the both entered. Harry walked over to another picture set between the stairs to the dormitories.

"When one is in need, we shall provide," he said.

"You speak wisely," the figure in the picture replied.

The painting swung inwards to reveal a large furnished room with a double bed in the middle against the far wall.

" Here you go, this is where you are tonight, I will see you in the morning."

With that Harry left Peter on his own as he headed up to his own bed. Peter walked into the guest suite and pushed the panting shut over the doorway. He walked over the bed and sat down on it. Opening his jacket, he pulled up his t-shirt and gazed at what was beneath.

"How did he know I was trying to hide something? Does he know about this?" he thought to himself. "I better take this off and hide it so only I know where it is."

When Peter had removed his costume he slid into the bed and lay down. Thoughts started to drift into his head about the task he was about to take on. He had just lied to one of the most powerful people he had ever met. There was no organisation. There were no spies. All the information he had found out, came from long and arduous research on his part. What had he let himself into?

With that last thought lingering on his mind, he drifted off to sleep, ready to face what the next day was going to throw at him.