Harry Potter died in 1987. The magical world grieved, the loss almost too much to bear. And yet, the bottom of Pandora's box beckoned, and hope is what remained. And hope is very good at wearing familiar things.
Peter had been dreaming of swinging through the city years before he had been bitten by the spider. No, perhaps dreaming was the wrong word. They were always nightmares. Or, the moments when Peter Parker almost remembered a time when he was Eren Yeager... and the one time he did.
There was one thing the tales of the Deathly Hallows had got wrong. Turns out, uniting the cloak, stone and wand didn't make you a Master of Death, it just gave you a degree in it. MOD!Harry, Post-War, Oneshot.