Chapter 18: Symbiotic Part One

Chapter Eighteen: Symbiotic Part One. 

Harry thought about what happened over the last couple of days, including the Dazzler concert. Alison and Harry agreed to keep in touch and she hinted that she would come back into town before too long, to get an encore of his performance in the bedroom. He made his way through the hallways of the Stronghold and walked towards his chambers to kick back and relax for the night.

There was a shadowed figure in his room. Harry looked around and lifted his head, ready to attack the person but she struck first and in the good way.

Betsy grabbed Harry and tackling him onto the bed begin kissing him passionately. Her tongue worked into his mouth and the woman ran her hands down his body, as her legs wrapped around him she continued to work her tongue within his mouth, assaulting his tonsils and Harry returned fire, pushing his tongue back into hers.

Harry could get behind an ambush like this, her arms wrapped around him as she kept kissing him lustfully as their tongues clashed together for dominance and Harry wrapped his arms tighter around her, keeping his lips pressed onto hers. He felt her nice ass, and great breasts as he ran his hands through her purple hair.

Harry backed off as Betsy broke the kiss.

"Hi, Harry," Betsy commented with a lustful purr as she worked her hands into his shirt and started to tug it off.

"Hi, Betsy," Harry remarked as she worked her hands down to his pants so she could worked his belt open, before slipping her grip down below his pants. "So, not that I'm complaining but what do I owe the pleasure?"

Betsy hummed lightly as she worked her hands down her body. He saw the tight shirt that she wore and the even tighter pants. She turned around even so briefly to make sure the door was secured which was more of an excuse for Harry to get an amazing look at her ass. Harry saw it sway enticingly in his face and agreed that it was a treat.

"Well….I've noticed that you've kept the company of several young women so far," Betsy stated as she pulled his pants down and she gripped his package quite shamelessly. "And I want a piece of you and I want a piece of all of this."

Betsy gripped him as she ran her finger down him and she arched her hips a slight bit to the side. The purple haired mutant wrapped her legs around him.

"And I've run into you in the state of shagging some of those women and I don't think that I can go without having a piece for too long," Betsy commented as she licked her lips and pressed them over Harry's.

Harry smiled as he figured that it would be sooner or later but since she jumped him, she was going to take everything that he could give her and then some.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Betsy felt his burning lips on hers and he kissed like magic in more ways than one. This was something that she dreamed about although it was the type of kissing that words could not even describe. His hands roamed, working over her body and worked her shirt off of her.

Harry saw her luscious breasts bounce out, her sexy tanned frame was a sight to behold and he reached down her pants, brushing his fingers across her moist entrance. He was pleased at what he felt and continued to work his fingers down her.

"Mmm, yes," Betsy panted as he worked his fingers deep into her dripping snatch and worked into her. The woman pushed into her pussy and Harry kept working his fingers into her, teasing her.

This teasing was not enough for her, she needed to have it. He worked her pants off and then Betsy got on her hands and knees and saw a picture perfect view of her ass, along with her toned body. Her pussy dripped for him with her shaven bare, so Harry had no way of telling if that purple hair color was natural or not.

"I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks," Harry commented as he went between her legs and started to munch on her pussy.

Betsy was brought into new levels of bliss and glee as Harry munched on her cunt. The woman grabbed her tits and his mouth worked his tongue around her pussy. The woman pushed herself out and he was going to town on her pussy with his tongue. She wanted to grab that cock but she was too distracted by the sensations of his tongue going into her.

Harry lapped up her pussy and her mind caught a lustful thought of his.

'Are you enjoying yourself?' Harry asked her as he worked his tongue into her and the woman pushed her pussy into his tongue.

'Yes, love, oh I'm cumming so hard,' Betsy panted as Harry grabbed her tits as well and she moaned as he channeled her magic into it.

The two of them got into a sixty nine position and Betsy wrapped her mouth around his cock to suck on his hard pole.

Harry submerged himself as in the pleasure as Betsy worked her mouth around him. The purple haired mutant worked herself around him, bringing more of his throbbing length down her mouth as the two of them kept working to each other. She was pushing her throat around him and Betsy pushed her throat muscles against each other. The mutant pressed herself down upon him.

She took his flesh pole down his throat, sucking and making lewd sounds as she kept working her mouth around him. The woman was breathing as Harry pumped his cock into her. She worked her pussy up into his face and the two of them pleasured each other's lower organs.

Harry continued to lick her dripping wet cunt, working his tongue into her and the woman pushed her pussy into him. The woman panted as Harry's tongue lick into her walls and there was panting as Harry worked his length into her.

Their centers were wet and lubricated. Betsy pulled out of him and grabbed him on the bed, pushing him back.

"You want it," Harry breathed as he rolled her over and her legs wrapped around him. His hands wrapped his hands around her tight ass and smiled. "You really do want it."

"Yes, indulge me, Harry," Betsy panted as he grabbed his hand around her and squeezed her tit.

This sensation was causing her pussy to drip with pleasure and Harry rubbed his throbbing length against her pussy. The woman felt her pleasure centers escalate as Harry grabbed her around the ass and pushed himself up. Betsy moaned as Harry grabbed her around the ass and plunged his throbbing cock into her.

"YES!" Betsy shrieked as Harry slammed into her, working into her tight walls and hammered into her. There were a series of deep thrusts as Harry kept working into her. His length pushed into her and the woman rocked her hips back.

She offered a lot of lustful moans as Harry worked his length into her, burying his cock into her and pushing into her, like he was a heat seeking missile. The woman wrapped herself around him and took more of his length as it pumped into her pussy, working his throbbing length into her and the woman grabbed her legs, locking them around him. The purple haired woman panted with lustful desire.

Harry felt her tightness hug around him and Harry used his leverage to hammer into her. The woman moaned as he worked her breasts and he kissed the peak between them, hammering his throbbing length into her to drill into deeper yet. Her pussy was snuggly wrapping around him.

Betsy's eyes flushed over as Harry hammered into her tight pussy and Harry kept working into her, sliding his length in and out of her. The woman lifted her hips and met him, thrusting his cock into her center. The woman panted heavily as Harry hammered into her. He worked his hands into her breasts and her nipples poked out enticingly for him.

"So fucking hot," Harry managed as he worked into her.

"Yes, I….I need you, keep working me," Betsy panted as he kept working her pussy.

Harry speared his length into her and buried more of him as he brought this sexy mutant to another orgasm. She was panting lustfully as he buried himself into her and her walls kept wrapping around him, bringing his throbbing length into her over and over again. Her tight pussy kept working around him and Harry pumped her, working his member into her.

The woman panted as Harry buried his length into her and kept working himself deeper into her. Betsy wrapped her legs around him and Harry pulled out of her as he teased her.

Betsy could not believe it but this was going to happen. She was on the bed primed for him.

"I'm going to take this ass like I own it," Harry commented as he cupped her pussy and teased it as he ran his hand down her crack which caused the woman to shiver a tiny bit. The woman was panting heavily as Harry kept working over ass crack over.

"Oh bloody hell," Betsy panted s he licked the inside of her ass crack and this caused bolts of pleasure to course through her body. She felt her hands and ankles bound to the bed and her enticing ass towards him, ready to be tapped.

"I'm going to tap that ass and it's such a lovely ass to tap," Harry stated as he slapped her firm ass for emphasis.

"Harry, don't tease me love, bugger my bum," Betsy panted as she felt herself grow supremely wet at the thought of Harry taking her up the ass and cumming inside it over and over.

The young mutant was proud of her body and the fact Harry was giving a work over, it caused her to feel amazing sensations of lust. His throbbing length went over her tightest hole and he teased this opening with everything that he had. She panted as she waited for it to happen and the woman was about ready to feel the sensations of this large cock plunged into hot ass.

Betsy wiggled her bum so enticingly next to his face and Harry had to take the plunge.

"FUCK!" Betsy yelled as Harry hammered her ass with his length and punished her with everything that he had. His balls slapped against her thighs and he kept working into her, her tightness hugging around him as he kept drilling her ass with his length.

Harry was having the time of his life as he buried his thick length into her, working his center into her super hot and tight ass. Betsy was moaning as she bit down on her lip but Harry grabbed her and worked his meat between her tight buns.

"Yes….more….give me more…my ass can't live without your big cock," Betsy panted as Harry hammered into her tight rectum, bringing himself over and over out of it. The woman pushed herself into him and worked back into her.

Harry cupped her tit in his hand and the woman was panting heavily as Harry worked into her. Her right tit and then her left tit, sucking them as he worked his rod into her.

"Finish me, finish off my ass!" Betsy yelled as she sounded like she was in heat and if she was going to ask for it, well Harry was going to give it to her. His throbbing length hammered her tight ass and he hammered her from behind, bringing himself into her over and over again, working her over. The woman was screaming out loud and Harry kept drilling into her from behind.

"So hot, so tight, and so close," Harry grunted. "Do you want me to finish in your ass, pussy, or both?"

Betsy was confused by this question and her hormones were driving her completely insane. She managed to blurt out with a strained. "Both."

Harry obliged as he separated in half nd shifted the position.

One Harry slammed his cock into Betsy's perfect pussy and the other stayed the course, ramming his thick length into her delectable ass.

'Double my pleasure….double my fun,' Betsy panted as she was losing herself to the sensations and she could sense him getting closer to a climax.

She must have been brought towards hers several times tonight and her body began to shake all over as she twitched beneath him. His length buried into either side of her and two holes were filled up with prime Potter penis and she loved it. She could not get enough of it.

Her mind exploded with sensations as he exploded, sending his spurts of cum into both her ass and pussy. This caused her nipples to stiffen hardly and she felt herself nearly be fucked stupid by him as he pumped his load into her on either end.

Smut/Lemon Ends. 

"You're recruiting seems to have gone well."

Susan walked with Harry through the hallways of the school with a smile on her face.

"How are you settling in with classes?" Harry asked Susan and the blonde nodded.

"It's a refreshing change from dealing with Mole Man or Puppet Master or any villain of the week that the Fantastic Four faces," Susan admitted to Harry and she smiled. "I have to get back to teaching them. There are a lot of gifted students in the class."

"They're a spirited group," Harry commented to her and Susan responded with a nod.

"Yes, they are, but given that I have plenty of experience dealing with Johnny after practically raising him by myself, I don't think that I'll have a problem," Susan told him and Harry nodded with a smile as he grabbed her into a tight hug in response.

"Yeah, good luck, I wish you the best of it," Harry remarked to her as he paused. "See you later, Sue."

Susan earned a nice kiss from Harry and their lips connected with each other. The two went their separate ways and agreed to pick this up later as Harry made his way into his office, to see if he was going to get any calls.

Just as he entered the office, he got a call immediately. With a smile, Harry put the call online.

"Harry, did I catch you at a bad time?" Chloe asked as she appeared and paused. She saw Harry's image appear in front of her and he saw hers appear in front of him. They were going face to face with each other in the office.

Chloe was about to ask how he was doing it but then she realized that the logical answer to that was magic, or technology so advanced it seemed like magic. When it doubt, the logical answer was always magic even if magic lacked logic.

"No, Chloe, not a bad time," Harry told her.

"I was thinking about something that we touched upon the other day," Chloe said and Harry invited her to continue. "The Torch….we could expand our readership if we go beyond the walls of the school."

"Yes and they wouldn't have a legal leg to stand upon if they tried to shut you down," Harry offered as he placed his hands on his head. He was thinking about the potential for the Torch and the readership, while decent, was only one school. Harry thought that he could use the power of the Internet to expand it greatly.

If the Friends of Humanity were going to use the media to spread their lies, Harry was going to use the Internet himself to spread some counterpoints. It was an intelligent battle tactic, to fight fire with fire. His emerald eyes focused on Chloe's.

"It's up to you what you want to do, if you want to go up against them, Creed might target you," Harry said to her but Chloe shook her head.

"No, Creed….Creed's not a problem for me," Chloe admitted with a smile crossing her face although there was a tiny bit of nervousness crossing her eyes as well. Despite that fact, the blonde kept her tone calm and very even. She was not about to get flustered by any means. "Creed's nothing to me, nothing at all, and I'll…..well I'll figure out a way to survive."

"I'll even set you up with a nice office and everything, right here in the Stronghold," Harry told her.

Chloe could not resist giving him a teasing smile. "I don't know, a converted Janitor's closet is tradition and I would hate to have it go to waste."

"Well I'm sure you'll get over it, sooner or later," Harry told the blonde and her head inclined with a nod. He stepped towards her and reached towards her hologram. He raised an eyebrow towards her and there was a few seconds as both of them locked eyes with each other. "So are you in or are you out?"

Chloe, once again, could not resist making a quip. "You know, the way you phrase that, no offense, but it sounds like you're working for the mob."

"Well, I did make you an offer that you couldn't refuse," Harry told Chloe and the blonde's eyebrow raised as she kept her gaze locked on Harry. "So are you in or are you out?"

Chloe smiled as she took Harry's hand and she looked a bit surprised.

"Is there a problem?" Harry asked her as he felt Chloe's soft flesh in his hand and he shook her hand. The blonde watched him, keeping her glance zeroed in on him.

"It's just….I'm kind of surprised, that's all," Chloe remarked as she looked at him. "I mean, I see you in the room with me and I'm sure you see me in the room with you but….how is this possible?"

Harry decided to respond to her question with a smile that crossed his face and got even wider by the second. "Do you want the short answer or the overly long and complicated answer?"

Chloe smiled, it was tempting to get the complicated one but she decided to go for the easy one.

"Yeah, let's go for the easy one," Chloe commented to Harry and Harry smiled as he placed his hand on the side of his face.

"Magic," Harry remarked in a single word.

"Of course it is," Chloe offered as she threw her head back and sighed as she placed her hand on the side of her face. The blonde woman kept her eyes focused on him. "So, are their any limitations to this little set up?"

"The only limitation is your own imagination," Harry stated to Chloe and the blonde fixed her gaze on him, turning her head to the left and then back to Harry. She placed her hands back onto her hips and she stepped towards him, staring him down.

"Be careful, Potter, my imagination can be very vivid," Chloe warned him and he smiled back at her.

"Be careful what you wish for, Sullivan, mine can be as well," Harry remarked as he placed his hand on her cheek and the blonde felt his hand against her skin. She then also felt her lips on his as Harry kissed her hard despite them being in separate locations.

The blonde's eyes widened as she had a chance to feel Harry up a little bit and she could really feel him despite the fact that they were technically holograms. The two of them wrapped their arms and their legs around the other as their tongues tangled together before the two of them pulled away from each other.

"Well, that gives a new meaning to phone sex," Chloe quipped to Harry as she placed her hand on her hip. "You can regulate this, can't you?"

"Yes, depends on the person that I'm calling," Harry told her and Chloe nodded.

"You mean whether or not they're figured in," Chloe said to Harry and Harry smiled.

"Exactly," Harry said, they all knew what it was meant to be figured in. The emerald eyed wizard placed his hands on her waist.

"I'd like to explore the benefits of this but I've got work to do," Chloe said with excitement dancing through her eyes as she brushed her fingers against him. "Talk to you later Harry."

"Bye, Chloe, take care," Harry offered as he ran his hands down the side of her face.

Harry needed to get to the company that he'd set up and make sure the employees were settling in. He made his way towards the wall and pushed his hand onto it.

"RAO Corporation, main lobby," Harry stated as he closed his eyes and he vanished with a pop.

Harry stepped into the main lobby, surrounded by his employees, attractive females all, the best and the brightest, as far as the eyes could see. He smiled as he made his way towards a woman in a business suit, with a pair of glasses resting on her nose.

"Hey, Jen, do you have those documents in order?" Harry asked.

Jennifer "Jen" Walters, had stayed on after Wanda's case as Harry's official legal representative, smiled at him. The woman's smile widened further as she thought about the papers in her arms.

"Yes, all of the copyrights, all of the trademarks, every legal detail is here, and yes….what you're planning on doing with Creed is legal….providing that you can back it up," Jen informed Harry.

Harry waved his hand with a smile on his face at he kept his eyes on his legal representative. "Believe me Jen, I know it's legal, there have been accounts of mutants being attacked and also people who have been accused of being mutant lovers and harboring family members and friends."

"Creed just needs to accuse a mutant hater of supporting them and we've got a hell of a slander lawsuit on our hands," Jen said although she figured that if anyone deserved a heavy lawsuit thrown their way, it was Creed. The Friends of Humanity, it was on shaky legal ground to begin with. Creed was playing the freedom of speech card, which was amazing because the group is working towards limiting any freedoms, whether it be speech or otherwise."

"And about the legalities of the MRD thing…."

"Well on the books, the MRD can be justified as a force to take down dangerous mutants like the Brotherhood and the Acolytes that normal authorities do not have the ability to go after without it ending badly," Jen told him as she looked to the side. "You would think that Fury would step up his game in an attempt to figure out something to counteract people like Osborn and Trask."

Harry would have thought so as well but naturally any peace keeping force going against mutants needed to be handled with care. It was like with any attempt to take down with dangerous groups of people, it is extremely hard dealing with people like them.

"We're just going to do as much as we can to balance the fight, the Torch and the Bugle will be are greatest weapons against people like Creed," Harry offered Jen and she placed her hand on her chin, nodding in agreement.

"It would be," Jen agreed with Harry as she checked her watch. "I've got to go, if you need anything else, you've got my number."

"Yeah, I do," Harry told her and Jen turned around to walk off.

"Harry."

Harry turned around and saw a twenty three year old redhead standing in the background of the office with him. She had long red hair and blue eyes that fixed onto him. The business suit wrapped nicely around her and stockings covered her delicious legs, the muscles highlighted further by a pair of high heeled shoes that she wore to enhance them.

"Hi, Lana, what can I do for you today?" Harry asked to the redhead.

"Well, I've had a busy morning thanks to all of the things that you've put on my shoulders," Lana remarked to Harry and he smiled as she lead him towards her office so they could talk in private.

"Yeah, you got thrown in the deep end," Harry remarked to Lana and the redhead nodded as they finally reached her office and she lead him inside. "The Church…."

"Not too serious I hope?" Lana asked him.

"No, not too serious," Harry remarked to her as he watched the woman. "It's just something that you have to deal with. I'm looking into recruiting new girls but I have to be careful as some of their powers need special attention to deal with before I integrate them into the rest of the class."

"Well it's a hell of a way to spend my first official week on the job," Lana offered to him and Harry nodded.

"Yeah, you got thrown in the deep end," Harry remarked to Lana and the redhead nodded as she lead into her office. "The Church…."

"Your meeting with them is still on for October 30th and….I've made sure to get the word out to all the interested parties," Lana said to him and Harry nodded. "So you're more than good to go on that."

"I'm glad, I'm going to have to treat you to a dinner or at least some time off," Harry told her.

Lana smiled at him. "Who am I to turn down a free meal?"

"Well, keep working hard, I've got an appointment to keep at the Bugle," Harry remarked and Lana sunk down in the chair behind her desk.

Being the official personal assistant of Harry Potter was something that could be extremely stressful for most but Lana was not going to shy away from a bit of hard work. Plus the perks outweighed the stress one hundred percent of the way.

Not to mention the job paid well.

Norman Osborn tapped his fingers lightly on the surface of his desk and kept his expression calm and collected or at least what passed as calm and collected for him. The man's expression flickered with a combination of annoyance and also curiosity.

The fools in the MRD were fighting him with regards to what he felt needed to be done despite the fact that it was his millions funding the organization. This government couldn't competently run a lemonade stand much less run their own house. The head of OsCorp filed through the papers and crossed out their plans, while making many notes in the margins about improvements that he expected. He was going to send these corrections in and he expected them to be implemented.

His thoughts were also on the alien creature that had slipped out of his possession just as he got his hands upon it. Osborn placed both of his hands on the table as he kept tapping his fingers against the surface of the wood as he thought about it further, his face twisting into a sadistic grin. If he could figure out a way to use this organism for his own pleasure than he would be able to amplify his power and enhance the goblin formula.

He had only a tiny sample of it and wondered of its potential if he could get a bigger sample. He would make the person who stole it pay as he kept his eyes on the flickering piece of goo as it wiggled in the case. It was tiny, no smaller than a pinprick but Norman sensed the power and he would get the larger sample back.

He knew from the minimal preliminary tests that the holder of the suit would come out of hiding to seek out the rest, all he would have to do would allow the thief to hang himself in his own noose. Norman kept expression stoic and he was able to exhibit patience. The power would come to him and be placed in the palm of his hand. His eyes continued to maliciously watch over everything that happened around him.

It would be his and the thought of that power danced through his eyes. Osborn continued to go over these thoughts in his mind but stopped and turned his head around to face his office door as he heard footsteps approaching from the other side. Someone would have to be pretty brazen and fairly foolish to come around and bother him at this time. Osborn wondered who that could be and he peaked over his shoulder.

There was a brief knocking on the door and then the person entered not bothering to wait to be acknowledged.

A middle aged man dressed in a suit entered the office. He had stern features with long dark hair and he had his eyes fixed upon Norman.

"Well, what do I owe the pleasure, Lionel," Norman remarked as he looked up towards his half-brother.

Lionel Luthor was the half brother of Norman Osborn and although he held shares in OsCorp, he ran the partner company in the Midwest, out of Kansas, called LuthorCorp. Norman did not pay too much attention as it was running at a profit. Therefore he would focus on things on the East Coast without too many problems.

"What, I can't visit family without an inquisition?" Lionel commented in a dry tone of voice as he turned his head around taking in every detail of the office around him. "So….you've been busy, haven't you, my dear brother?"

"Frankly you can't put a schedule on saving the world," Norman commented to Lionel and there was an uncomfortable pause.

"Yes, I've heard about your plans regarding the MRD and how you seem to be pouring more time and resources into it, not to mention your mad quest regarding….aliens," Lionel commented to him in a crisp voice. "I won't lie to you Norman, the Board of Directors are very concerned about how your continued obsessions are effecting business."

"They don't understand what I have to do," Norman stated to him as his eyes flickered with malice and his fingers twisted.

Lionel's smile became malicious as he looked at his half brother as things were slowing down for all of them. He twitched his fingers as he held a folder in his hands.

"Well, they're concerned about where the company's resources are going and they fear for your mental health," Lionel said to him with a smile. "And from a personal and professional standpoint, I am concerned about your ability to distinguish fantasy from reality."

"Your concern is noted," Norman remarked to him in a swift tone of voice as he stared Lionel down for a few seconds but Lionel stared back down at him. "But you know that I know what I'm doing."

"Do you? you've suffered several psychotic breaks Norman, the fact your using company resources to satisfy your personal obsessions is known to them as well," Lionel commented as he held the folder in his hand. "And soon, you're going to have to justify your actions to them."

Lionel deposited the document down on the table and shifted his attention to focus on Norman. Time seemed to tick down in slow motion as he kept his gaze firmly locked upon his half brother's face.

"What is this?" Norman demanded from him as he looked it over and Lionel's face twisted into a sadistic grin, resembling a demented Cheshire cat.

"A little bedtime reading for you, Norman, it might put things in perspective," Lionel told him. "I hope you understand that I only do this because I care."

Norman took the folder in his hand, turning it over in his hand and he was incensed that he had been tricked in such a way. He angrily flickered his eyes over it as he kept his hand on the documents.

"I'll see you later but I have to meet with some of the shareholders to speak about the future of the company," Lionel offered.

"Enjoy yourself Lionel," Norman said in a frigid tone of voice as he held the papers in his hand as he kept reading it over, incensed.

He could not even believe that something like this happened and his eyes closed shut as he thought about it. Norman Osborn had been outmaneuvered but it was only check, not checkmate and he was going to win the day. His hands moved around the folder in his hand as he continued to look it over. The documents looked perfectly legal and fairly legit to the point where he was about to crumple them in his hands. He had no idea who leaked his medical records to Lionel but when he found out who, he would kill them.

Norman was going to fight fire with fire as he reached towards the phone but his intercom came up.

"A man dressed in a black suit that resembles Spider-Man has been sighted," the man over the intercom stated to him.

"No one do anything, I'll be right there,' Norman said as he was going to capture the suit and as for the person in it, sacrifices were going to need to be made.

"Sir, you've got to think about this the right way, think about all the potential that my client, Eddie Brock, offers you. He can take your Bugle to new heights

Jameson leaned back in his desk chair and faced the man who was standing across from him, unable to believe the drivel that was flying out of this individual's mouth.

"New heights….I think you have a depth perception problem!" Jameson bellowed as everyone who was around him cringed at being blasted by his lack of indoor voice.

The short bald man with a ponytail coming out of his baseball cap, wearing a suit that stretched around his portly frame cringed back before moving forwards to face Jonah once more.

"I don't think you understand, my client, is one of the premier photographers in the world, he's a real beast, and you seem to think that some wise ass punk kid could even hold his jock," the agent remarked. "I, Vince Brayman, can not take this rampant level of disrespect laying down…."

"Disrepect!" Jameson yelled as he turned towards the man. "That's rich, that's really rich, given that this jack-off gave me a bunch of substandard shit."

"Sir I have to…."

"Shove it Brayman, you come to me here with the grand total of nothing and the square root of squat!" Jameson yelled as he looked towards the man who was standing before him.

"My client…."

"Enough!" Jameson yelled as he started to wave his hand with frantic fury as he kept his eyes locked onto them. There was a few seconds where he kept his eyes locked on the face of his former employee. "I'd only consider giving you your job back if you bring me something tangible, like photos of Spider-Man or Arcane or the Star Child that aren't blurred out all to hell!"

"My client…."

"Does your client have anything?" Jameson asked as he stepped towards Brock but Brock stepped towards him. Both were staring each other down face to face. Despite the fact that Brock was taller and wider than Jameson, the grizzled newspaper publisher refused to be intimidated.

"Is there a problem?"

Brayman turned around and looked towards him. "Mr. Potter….it's such an honor to meet such a visionary such as yourself."

He reached forward and extended his hand. Harry took it and he wondered what this guy's deal was. The two of them shook each other's hands but there was a slight amount of trepidation.

"So what seems to be the problem?" Harry asked after wiping off his hand off on his pants as he gave Jameson a warning gaze.

"I tell you what the problem is, it's my client, he's been given the run around by J. Jonah Jameson."

Harry kept his eye locked onto this man as if he was trying to figure out what kind of game he wanted to play. There was a few seconds of pause as he did not take his gaze off of him.

"My client is a man who has everything going for him," Brayman remarked to him as he kept his eyes on Harry. "Sir, I can tell that you could see the talent that J. Jonah Jameson could never could, all of the untapped potential. My client is the next big thing in journalistic photography."

"Do you have any proof of his work?" Harry asked.

"No, sir, but if you just give him an opportunity, he will razzle dazzle you," Brayman told him.

Harry took a drink of the diet Pepsi he had and slowly sipped on it. He cleared some room on the desk to the side and sat, looking down at Brayman and kept drinking the soda.

"Keeps me from going on edge and doing something that I'd regret," Harry remarked in a conversational tone as he took another drink.

"Of course sir, there would be people who would not recognize your genius," Brayman said to him as he practically bowed towards him. "You are truly the best in the world."

"Mr. Potter, you need to give me an opportunity, as I will put more zeroes in your bank account than you can ever imagine," Brock remarked but Harry kept his expression on Brock as he slowly drank the Pepsi.

The Pepsi was tipped into his mouth as he held the cup on his head and swigged it down feeling the refreshing taste going down his gullet.

"I see," Harry said as he continued to sit cross legged on the desk and peered down at Brock. "I see."

"So you see my talent," Brock told him in a giddy voice.

"No, I said that I see….you must think that I was born yesterday," Harry remarked to Brock as he looked over the folder in his hand. "I've researched all of the employees in the Daily Bugle and….well some are better than others. I looked into their pasts, what papers they worked for, and their areas of expertise so I could put together a team that would be the best in the world at what they do."

He calmly drank the caffeinated beverage in his hand to build up suspense and then he spoke again.

"But I'm going to have to release a pipe bomb on you," Harry continued. "You see, your boy Brock, he's coasting off of his past reputation of the work he did ten years ago. He got some good photos back then but we're in a business, of what he's done lately."

Harry kept drinking his diet Pepsi.

"So you're going to throw me out on the street, for a guy like Parker, some punk kid like him," Brock demanded and Harry slowly raised an eyebrow as he kept his eyes on him.

"Could be Peter Parker, could be anyone else, but until you pull a rabbit out of your hat and dazzle me with some actual proof that happened within the last decade, it won't be you," Harry remarked as he continued to sip on the Pepsi that he was drinking.

Brock had a nasty grimace that crossed his face and the shaven gorilla looked ready to go ape but his agent held him back.

"Eddie baby, let me handle this, no need to do anything stupid," Brayman commented as he turned towards Harry. He dropped his voice to a low level. "Sir, I think you're making a very big mistake."

"No, I agree with him, Brock is nothing but trash and we need to take the trash out!" Jameson yelled at them in a gruff tone of voice and there was a long pause as Harry lifted his hand, waving it in a dismissive manner, as if he was telling Jameson that he was going to handle this.

Brock raised his hand and there was a grimace that crossed his face as he made his way over, he was about to do something to attack him but his agent held him back.

"You're making a big mistake sir, this man can go to any Newspaper company in the world and chew you up and spit you out!"

Harry rolled his eyes, then shrugged.

"Doubt it but hey….reach for the stars, I'm sure you'll keep leading him on as his career fades even more into obscurity," Harry offered in a bored tone as he shrugged his shoulders again.

Brock exited the office with Harry offering and he saw Lois Lane and Betty Brant laughing as he exited. That did not improve his mood.

"Do you think it's funny what happened to me?" Brock asked as he took a few steps towards them.

"No….well not now but we didn't…" Lois started but Brock was annoyed.

"You're nothing but a dirty little tease and you lead me on and now you won't even stick up for me, listen here you little s…."

Harry moved in front of Brock before he could close any further distance on the two women.

"I want you off my property and out of my office, now," Harry told him.

"YEAH BROCK THAT GOES DOUBLE FOR ME!"

"Jameson, I can handle this," Harry said firmly and Brock looked at Harry.

Thanks to the illusion charms, the Harry Potter mask was far less intimidating than Har-Rell was, as he was a couple of inches shorter, and his hair was a bit messier, and his build was not as defined. However, he did not look like a pushover by any means.

Brock stared down at Harry and there was a few seconds where it looked like he was going to square off with the emerald eyed wizard. He was making a motion like he was going to grab him but Brayman shook his head a little bit and placed his hand on his shoulder.

Brock knocked his soda over and turned around, walking off.

Harry, without missing a beat, said calmly. "Well that was fucking rude."

"That guy's…..do you think he's coming back?" Betty asked Harry and the woman smiled. "He's been a real head case since he's been here, attitude problems out the ass and now….I'm sure he's going to blame you for everything."

"People blame me for their short comings all of the time," Harry stated to them.

"Well, they can't quite measure up to someone like you," Lois commented to him. "So….I was thinking about a few business proposals that I'd like to run by you if you don't mind….some story ideas and maybe a plan of attack to go after the Friends of Humanity.

Harry looked at her with a smile on his face. "Seems pretty risky."

Lois did not bother to keep the smile off of her face. "You should know by now that in this business, the higher the risk, the higher the reward."

Harry's smile crossed his face as he surveyed the woman and he waved his hand towards her in agreement. "Too true, too true."

He had put together a number of risks. Many thought that he would be a fool to leave the X-Men but Harry managed to make it work despite all of the risks. Many thought that he would be a fool to come back when everyone thought that he was dead but that was another thing that he made work. Harry was all about adaptation and making things work, he was the best at doing that and he smiled.

"So when do you want this meeting?" Harry asked Lois.

"Any time you've got some time, I know you're busy, Chloe mentioned how you've got a lot on your plate," Lois said to him. "But I hope that you could find some time to squeeze me in."

"I'll see what I can do," Harry told her but there was something that came over the police scanner on Lois's desk that caused her to jump up, nearly banging her knee on the edge of the desk. "What is it, Lois?"

"The black suit Spider-Man is back and he's fighting the red and blue suit Spider-Man downtown!" Lois yelled and now Harry was interested.

"WHAT, TWO SPIDER-MEN?"

It was obvious who else caught wind of that announcement, the jolly one himself, J. Jonah Jameson heard that announcement and there was a few seconds where they couldn't help but wonder if he had an orgasm due to that news.

"Well, don't just sit around Lane, get your butt down there immediately and cover it," Jameson said to her and there was a few seconds where there was a pause.

Now Harry was interested at this and he moved off. He wondered if he could call back for help.

'Someone must have found a piece of the symbiote, it wasn't all destroyed,' Harry thought to himself as he kept making his way down. 'And the symbiote must be the ultimate jilted girlfriend going after Peter for being dumped.'

Harry knew what he had to do next.

Harry Osborn had recently learned a few hidden truths about his supposed best friend and he could not believe that he had been so blind and so foolish to ignore them before. Osborn Junior twisted his head around as he saw the young man down on the ground before him in a tattered red and blue costume and he rushed him once again.

"You were supposed to be our friend, yet you betrayed both of us!" the younger Osborn yelled as he slammed his hands into the chest of Spider-Man. The Web Slinger's legs snapped out from underneath him as he tried to get back to his feet.

Spider-Man was taken off guard, especially given that he was going up against one of his friends. He did not want to fight Harry, not now, especially given the rough time he had with his father. His eyes were puffy and his face underneath the mask was fairly bruised as he placed his hands off on his side. The web head winced as his hip was also battered.

"Harry, it's the suit talking, it's not you," Spider-Man managed but the darker model grabbed him around the throat.

"It's not the suit, it's me, IT'S US!" the dark Spider-Man yelled as he focused his eyes on the ripped mask. "We should reveal you to the world, how sweet it would be. You're nothing but a weak and pathetic excuse and you couldn't handle real power."

Spider-Man was flung back and he felt the impact of the fists against his body again. The Web Slinger tried to fight off the attacks but the bumps and bruises rose over his body. No matter what, Peter could not figure out a way out. His knees buckled from underneath him as he tried to get back to his feet.

One thought coursed through his mind and that was that he needed to fight back and find a way to get the suit off of his friend.

'Okay….okay….think Peter,' he thought as he felt a death march drum in the back of his skull. 'The suit….it's weak against sonic energy….so all I need to do is….drill it with sonic energy, find a way to get to the Church bell tower.'

Two lines of webbing wrapped around his ankles and Spider-Man was pulled down. He fought back as the suit tried to absorb his body into it. The Web Slinger could not do anything else other than fight back.

Lois showed up and she watched the battle, noting the intensity as the two battled it out.

'And where is Parker when you need him,' Lois thought to herself as she clutched her hands together and stepped forward in an attempt to get a closer look.

There was a loud explosion as the black Spider-Man took down the original Spider-Man. The fight between the two of them escalating as they exchanged a series of viscous punches the impact of which caused them to stagger back as they hammered into each other.

Harry Potter arrived in a blur his green eyes flickering onto the fight in front of him. The emerald eyed wizard focused his attention on the symbiote. He knew that it would take a sonic vibration spell to stop it but it would need to be calibrated at a certain frequency.

Given that this young man did not have the powers that Peter Parker, the creature could ensnare the younger Osborn's mind easily. Harry arched his head over to the side.

'Focus and do,' Harry thought to himself as he made his way towards the enemy.

The emerald eyed wizard used his X-Ray vision.

Lois crouched down and took some notes, although it might not be much of anything without pictures. As Spider-Man Black and Spider-Man Original continued their fight. Spider-Man black slammed his fist into the face of Spider-Man original and the original fought back with equal fury.

A strong hand grabbed Lois suddenly from behind and she jumped up, trying to escape the grip.

"You….you…YOU!" Lois yelled as she came face to face with Eddie Brock who looked quite mad.

"He wants me to get noticed, I'll get noticed, I'll take you out," Brock stated and Lois could smell the alcohol on his breath, which gave her the indicator of what he'd been doing over the past couple of hours since leaving the Daily Bugle office building.

Lois was held in place by this rough gorilla who was holding her by the shoulder and she twitched her fingers trying to get out of his grip. She was struggling hard and she tried to slap Brock in the face but he grabbed her hand.

"Look at this, look at the fight in you," Brock stated as he shoved her.

Lois Lane, being the daughter of General Sam Lane, was not going to take being shoved around by him lying down. The dark haired woman reached into her top and pulled out the weapon that she had concealed on her.

"What are you going to do, what you are going to do?" Brock asked as he grabbed Lois by the arm then started to squeeze it roughly.

BANG!

Spider-Man was propelled back hard into the closet wall but before the Dark Spider-Man could close in, Har-Rell rushed in at super speed and slammed his fist into the chest of his enemy. The sound of an explosion rang out as he connected with the same force as a cannonball.

Harry reached up with conjured gauntlets as he held them over his hand, channeling the magical energy through it. He had to channel the right amount of energy through it, as not to fry his opponent's brain.

The pulse of sonic energy cracked through his enemy and knocked him for a loop. The young man underneath the symbiotic screamed as the material was released from him as the limp form of Harry Osborn was pushed out of it.

"Spider-Man, get him out of here!" Harry yelled and the Web Slinger grabbed him around the waist as he picked him up, swinging him out of the way.

The symbiote disappeared into the ground and Harry watched it leave.

He saw a figure escape the area beneath them out of the corner of his eye but he had to focus on other matters.

Harry could tell one huge and patented Peter Parker guilt trip coming on and he decided to nip that problem in the bud right now. The young hero turned his head around and he cupped his hand onto his chin as he kept everything on his mind.

"Harry….will he….."

"I couldn't tell you, the symbiote did a pretty big number on you and you're still recovering from it," Harry said to Peter and the Web Slinger responded with a nod as he kept body rigid. Harry healed what he could, although healing the injuries did not eliminate the mental sensations of pain.

"Yeah….I think that….I think my body's still feeling the beating," Peter commented to himself and he felt the stabbing sensation that was coursing through his body but be that as it may, he was trying to catch his breath. Harry did a few more healing spells, this was going to be harder than he thought. "Does he remember anything?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders and placed his hand on the side of his head. "I wish I could really tell you, but I don't know."

Harry was trying to figure out how everything worked now and the young magical mutant alien kept thinking about what transpired now. He was keeping an eye on everything as he saw the SHIELD Agents take Harry Osborn away strapped to the stretcher. Who was struggling to try and find a way to escape but he couldn't due to being strapped down. The Web Slinger watched his friend leave and it was hard to stomach what happened.

"I know you're beating yourself up but….he didn't get that symbiote from you, at least I don't think," Harry stated and Spider-Man turned towards Harry as he raised his eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Spider-Man asked him and Harry was sure to let him know about everything.

"OsCorp got their hands on a piece of the symbiote that we must have missed last time," Harry explained to the web head and Spider-Man looked at him.

"Harry must have been a victim of circumstance and he stumbled upon it by accident," Spider-Man told him and Harry smiled and nodded.

"Yes, he was…..he didn't even know what he was touching and it took over his mind so easily," Harry said. Given the nature and what little he was able to figure out about the symbiote, he believed that it was going to be able to take advantage of someone who had the insecurities that the younger Osborn had.

It was a frustrating situation to think about but it was on Harry's mind as he turned to Spider-Man. He wanted to see if the Web Slinger had something on his mind and he kept his focus onto him.

"I have an idea," Harry told Peter and he turned his head around to look at where Harry was standing. The Webhead had his full attention on him and there was a few seconds before Harry remarked to him. "I think that Osborn….he's got his hands on a bit of the symbiote so maybe he has more of it at OsCorp?"

"It might be an idea," Spider-Man offered and he turned towards him.

"Then let's go," Harry said as he turned around and kicked into the air.

"Hey, wait for….you know what, fine!" Spider-Man yelled as he shot a line of webbing around Harry's foot and he flew behind him, using his web line to anchor to his foot.

'All aboard the Arcane airlines,' Spider-Man thought to himself as Arcane flew off in a different direction. The web slinger was flying behind him but what looked like a good idea on paper was not such a good idea in practice. The web slinger was rocked and rolled in the air as he was sure he left his stomach about two blocks behind.

Eddie Brock laid at the bottom the debris that had been created, Lois Lane having slipped free just before it collapsed on him. He had a severe wound in his chest and he was angry at everything.

There were a few weakened strands of black goo that oozed its way down the tunnel. It sensed a kindred spirit, it sensed something that it could attach to.

It was time.

They would be one.