Hello readers and welcome to another Spider Harry fanfic. Don't worry, I'll still one day get back to that, but for now, here's another one, which I think maybe more or equally interesting. By the this sort of AU. Petunia here is a witch and raised Harry without Vernon.

Venom Harry suddenly came in and yelled,"OI! How dare you dump my story for this?

Ultraman Nexus:I'm not dumping your story, heck I got a crossover planned out.

Venom:Oh, never mind then.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Spider-Man.

"Harry, are you sure you've gotten everything?" asked his Aunt Petunia yet again. Harry chuckled and said,"Aunt Petunia, we've already checked twice, you don't have to worry so much."

"It's better safe than sorry," said Petunia. "Ah! Here we are, give Aunty a hug and kiss."

Harry gave his aunt who raised him for most of life a hug and a kiss on a cheek and said,"Good bye Aunt Petunia, I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Harry. Be a good boy, keep up in your studies and don't go running around in mud!"

Harry balked and said indignantly,"Oi, that was an accident, and I though we'd swear we would never talk about it again!"

Petunia merely chuckled in response and said,"Now get going, or you'll miss your train."

"Harry quickly got on board and after a few minutes looking around, found a compartment of his own to be in. 'I hope Hogwarts really tall points on it to swing from, should make swinging if I have to a lot easier.'

Harry started snooze off when the compartment door opened and a red headed boy came in. "Hey, is there anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full." he asked.

"Go right ahead if you want," said Harry. The boy sat down and he introduced himself. "Thanks, I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley."

"My name is...actually I don't really have a name," lied Harry. Ron look bewildered and said,"Are you serious?" "Nah, I'm pulling your leg, my name is Harry Potter."

"Really?" he said looking amazaed. "Then do you have..the..."

"The what?" asked Harry.

"The scar?" said Ron sounding somewhat dramatic.

"On my butt? There's no way I'm gonna show you that!" "On your what?" "Ha, got you again!" 'Though I think I have one from my fight with those gangsters.' "My scar is right here." He lifted up his bangs to show him.

"Wicked," summed up Ron. "Yeah, though I wish it could fire lightning bolts, would be perfect for frying gits. 'Not that firing webs isn't cool though.'

"So are all your family wizards?" asked Harry wanting to know more about this guy.

"Er yeah, I think so," said Ron. "I think mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant but we never talk about him."

"Why? He mooned a ministry official or something?" asked Harry. This time Ron laughed at his joke.

"So I heard you live with your aunt or something?"

"Yes, she raised me after my parents died, she and-well she raised me like a son," Harry said sounding somewhat hasty on the last part.

After a few minutes talking the trolley came around and Harry made quick to buy as many food as he could. "Hungry are you?" asked Ron.

"I've got a big appetite," defended Harry. "But my Aunt doesn't want me to grow fat, so she limits me having extra portions. 'Plus my powers need fuel from somewhere.'

"And I've also got a bit of a sweet tooth," admitted Harry biting into a bean and then spitting it out. "Yuck! That tastes like vomit!"

"That's because it does taste like vomit," said Ron looking green.

"They couldn't have had every flavor that tastes great?" grumbled Harry taking a drink to wash away the taste."

A knock came on the door and a round faced boy came in. "Sorry, but have either of you seen a toad at all?"

"No," said Harry. "But I can summon it if you want." Taking out his wand he raised and said,"Accio Toad!" In a matter of seconds a toad came flying in and landed in Harry's hand.

"Trevor!" said Neville looking relieved. "Thank you!"

"No problem, hey why don't you sit with us? My name's Harry and this is Ron. What's your name?"

"Neville, Neville Longbottom," said the boy looking shy.

They all talked for a while until a girl named Hermione Granger came in who Ron seemed to be annoyed by. Harry thought she would be quite beautiful in several years and Ron would fall head over heels for her. Then after that came in a blond haired boy with two body guards.

"Is it true" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you is it?"

"Well unless I've hit my head and forgotten who I really am, yes, I am Harry Potter," confirmed Harry.

"My names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," said the boy.

Ron then disguised a snigger into a cough which caused Malfoy to look at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they afford."

'This guys a douche, and he's only ten!' thought Harry.

He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

He held out his hand to shake Harry's who stared at it and said,"Dude, I'm not gay."

Malfoy stepped back at the accusation and Ron started laughing uproariously while Neville looked shocked. "Plus, I don't like being told who I should be making friends with by mama boys."

Draco went red and looked quite mad. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter. Keep acting like that and you'll go the same way as your parents-"

At this, Harry lost his good mood and his temper and kicked Malfoy in the stomach, which then launched him out of the compartment!

His two goons tried to attack Harry, but he did a somersault jump kick in mid-air that hit them in they're jaws. He then followed it by picking them both up by they're shirts, and then throwing to where Malfoy was.

"Word of advice, Malfoy don't pick fights with people you can't beat and don't insult they're families either." growled Harry.

Malfoy staggered to his feet and yelled,"You'll regret this!" He and his cronies then ran off.

Ron and Neville looked amazed with Ron saying,"How the bloody hell did you do that, Harry?"

Harry tensed, he suddenly realized he had showed some of his strength to his new friends. "Oh, I just work out a lot!" he lied rubbing his hair.

"Work out? Harry those two were twice as big as you, and you lifted them like they were nothing!" said Ron.

Harry was thankfully saved from further questioning when Hermione came in. "Have you been fighting?" She asked.

"No, I beat the stuffing out of Malfoy and his stooges, doesn't really count as a fight," said Harry.

"Well, you really shouldn't either way, you'll get into trouble before your even there!" said Hermione.

She left and the three started getting changed into they're robes. They got off the train and took a boat to get themselves to the castle. Hagrid who was showing them the way to the castle. Inside they meet Professor McGonagall, who reminded Harry of a teacher he got caught pulling a prank on. He shivered at the memory.

Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. "

'Family,' thought Harry.

You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room."

'At long as I don't bunk, I'm fine.'

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points.

'They want us to suck up to them!' thought Harry in horror.

"At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

'Again sucking up to them!'

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

'Smarten ourselves up? Does she mean in appearance, or brains, but cause I'm not sure which one is harder for me to do.'

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."

She left the chamber and Harry muttered,"Her class is gonna be evil."

Turning over to Ron he asked,"How exactly do they sort us into houses?"

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

"He probably was," said Harry.

Professor McGonagall came back and took them into the Great Hall where they were told they would be sorted by a hat. Then of all things it sang a song which caused Harry to wonder if his entire laugh was just a dream.

Then the sorting began and it was a good while before it was Harry's turn.

"Hmm, difficult, very difficult," said the hat. "Amazing amount of courage, I see. What a crafty mind as well. Stong loyalty to those you are close too...and ah yes, a thirst to prove yourself...but where shall I put you?"

Harry remembered what his aunt had told him. "Your father and mother were both in Gryffindor, as was I."

"Gryffindor,' Harry thought.

'Gryffindor eh?' said the hat. 'Personally, I think Slytherin would be better for putting you on the path to greatness, no doubt about that, but if you really insist...GRYFFINDOR!"

There was a big cheer at this from Gryffindor and Harry quickly took to his seat. In a matter of minutes everyone was sorted following a few words from Dumbledore, the feast began.

"Mmm, food's great," said Harry happily eating quite a large amount of food. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you had a big appetite," said Ron.

Harry chuckled and took a look at several of his teachers. One of them caught his attention, the man had more grease in his hair than anyone he had seen before and when they're eyes met, a sharp pain went across his scar and in his head.

'What the... my Spider sense has never gone off like that before.' he thought.

After dessert was over Dumbledore stood up to speak. "Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

'Hmm, I wonder what's in it,' thought Harry curiously.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."

'That's not fair!'

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

'Shouldn't have said that, now I have a mystery I want to solve.'

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

The school bellowed the song, but Harry was able to sneak in his own song that he had come up with.

Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

'I'm a spider, not a horse!'

The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Harry's fellow students looked tired but Harry must have superior stamina, for he looked like had gotten out of lunch rather than a late dinner.

They climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and Harry was just wondering how much farther they had to go when his head started buzzing.

A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him.

"Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice, "Peeves — show yourself."

A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered.

"Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?"

There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.

"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"

'An evil gremlin! What'll they think of next?'

He swooped suddenly at them. They all ducked.

"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barked Percy.

Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville's head. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he passed.

"You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are."

At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" she said.

"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it — Neville needed a leg up — and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.

Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of a spiral staircase — they were obviously in one of the towers — they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed.

"Great food, isn't it?" Ron muttered to Harry through the hangings. "Yeah." "Get off, Scabbers! He's chewing my sheets."

Harry was going to ask Ron if he'd had any of the treacle tart, but his friend fell asleep almost at once.

Now that that everyone was asleep, Harry went to open his trunk to see something before he went to bed. He went through it to find a skintight costume at the bottom of it. It fit him perfectly and was red and blue with a spider web pattern on the red with black spider mark on the chest. There was also red mask on it with a similar web design and two white lens that Harry could see out of when he had the mask on, but no one could see in them. Beside it was a box which held two mechanical contraptions that could fire spider-webbing and had a belt in it in which to keep extra web cartridges in it.

"I'll make you proud," whispered Harry. "I promise."