With his suit on, Harry crawled in through the window of the hospital wing and dropped down softly on all four.

The entrance was now guarded by more Aurors than usually, with no madam Pomfrey in sight.

Harry crawled quickly but quietly over the floor, reached the bed Ron had been in and started looking for anything that may give away were Ron went.

A couple drops of blood on the floor beside the torn-up bed – was he attacked?

"Wow, and here I thought criminals couldn't sink lower. Hurting an unconscious person? Sheesh", he whispered to himself.

Most of the evidence seemed to be gone, with nothing to really go on. At times like this he wished electronics worked at Hogwarts – Hermione would be much more observant than him in this case.

"It's him! The assailant!" a sudden voice yelled; Harry turned around in an instant.

"Who? Me?" he spotted the two Aurors by the door, already pointing their wands at him.

Several spells flew by him as he flung himself through the air, landed on a wall, disarmed them both and webbed their wands to the wall. "Thanks guys, it was fun while it lasted. We should do this again sometime. Call me."

He latched a web on the wall above the window and swung himself out of the room. Back to looking after who took Ron, because unless he'd walked off in his sleep into the Forbidden Forest or something worse, it was doubtful he would just run away like that.

Tired from the rest of the night and pissed off at whoever kidnapped Ron, Harry sat himself down on a nearby gargoyle.

"I could go for a nap right now, but I guess that's gotta wait", he sighed while looking down over the grounds.

The only suspicious people at school right were Jade and Malfoy, but Harry doubted they had any agenda towards Ron.

Or maybe there was some grand scheme – neither the Weasley or Malfoy family liked each other, maybe Draco finally followed his father's footsteps and kidnapped Ron, Harry thought to himself. But what were the chances of that, really?

Harry groaned as he stood up, wondering if he'd pass out from exhaustion. He jumped off the gargoyle and swung away.

Harry searched through the grounds as thorough as he possibly could, before landing on a nearby tower. He'd failed his friend.

He looked up to the sky; dawn was breaking.

Who knew where he possibly could be right now? Tired and bothered by the fact he couldn't manage to find Ron anywhere, Harry returned to the Gryffindor-tower still in his suit.

Hermione came rushing in. She looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep either.

"You didn't take off your suit before coming in? Harry, where on Earth have you been?"

Harry sat down on a chair with his head low. "I tried, Hermione. I really tried. I've searched every corner of this place and I can't find him – or who took him."

"Did you try the Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked up at her. "No, no. I'm not going down there again in a million years. With my luck I'll bump into some super-powered creep with water powers or something."

"Room of Requirements?"

"Haven't looked. But really, why take Ron to such an obvious hiding place?" Harry sighed while reloading the web-cartridges. "If I was a supervillain I'd take him into the Forbidden Forest – or worse, Myrtle's Bathroom."

"Harry…"

Harry stared up at her. "What?"

"The fact that you're joking about your friend's kidnapping isn't helping. He could be dead for all we know."

Harry rose up from the chair. "I'm just so sick and tired of chasing after a ghost all night. I looked for clues, I searched the entire castle-grounds for someone that doesn't exist!"

He felt upset, having an urge to just punch something.

"It's a long shot, but… what about Jade? He almost got you killed. What if he went after Ron? It's a possibility that we can wait and see what he's up to…"

"Hermione, I don't want a theory! I don't have time to wait!" Harry roared. "I need a plan right now, because every minute I waste, Ron could be in serious danger!"

Hermione looked to be almost scared, but got closer to him.

She put her hand on his arm that he immediately shook off. "Harry, you need to lie down. I-I'll call you in sick", yet again she tried to grabbed him, and he slapped her hand away.

Harry pointed a threatening finger at her. "No! I'm finding him, whether you like it or not! There has to be something I missed, maybe I can punch something out of that freak Jade."

Hermione raised her voice. "Are you out of your mind? Harry no, you're exhausted! You need sleep, you are not thinking straight! It's suicide going into a fight in your state!"

"Yeah? So is most things I do."

Harry gave her a last stare before jumping out of the window. This had to end now. He didn't have time to bide his time and strike when he had the perfect opportunity, and he was certain Jade was up to something.

Harry tracked down Jade, who at the moment was outside talking to Hagrid. Only if Hagrid knew what kind of man Jade was.

From here he couldn't tell what they were talking about. Hagrid laughed, Jade nodding with a smile and the two of them went separate ways.

Jade was on his way towards the castle, away from the direction Hagrid was going – the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry squinted his eyes out of despise, and swung after him. He crawled along the walls and ceilings, all the way to the entrance hall, constantly keeping an eye at Jade who stopped when he spotted McGonagall.

"Good morning, Minerva", he smiled.

"Good morning to you, Wilfred", said McGonagall.

"Any luck with our missing student?"

McGonagall shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. Ronald Weasley seems as if the earth swallowed him whole."

"No leads at all? That's strange. You don't think…?"

Jade and McGonagall were looking at each other, like they were both thinking the same thing.

"Heavens, no. I hope the poor boy is alright. I damn the creature behind that mask."

"You and me both, Minerva. But we'll find mr Weasley before any harm will come to him."

Harry kept following him, down in the dungeons and in to Jade's office. Last time Harry was there, he'd gotten his ribcage shattered and a punctured lung along with a concussion but hopefully the odds were in his favor this time.

Hoping Jade wouldn't notice him, he hid in the dark corners of the ceiling and watching his every move.

Jade browsed through a couple of papers in his hands, shaking his head and sighing.

"You're looking for something in particular?"

Harry froze completely.

"Yes, I know you're here. You gave away yourself way too easily, spider", Jade turned around, looking straight at him.

Harry quickly moved across the ceiling to another corner. "Ron Weasley, where is he?"

Jade chuckled softly. "I should ask you the same thing."

"Don't play games with me, Jade. That superhuman strength and the cheesy villain talk gives it all away."

Jade chuckled amusingly, correcting his robe.

"They're looking for you, you know. And they'll find you", he mumbled.

"Oh yeah? Did you take your villainous pills today, professor?" Harry landed with a loud thud on Jade's desk. "Because you seem out of cheesy things to tell me."

Harry grabbed Jade by the collar, pulling him closer.

"So where's all that power, huh? Aren't you going to strangle me to death, telling me when you were bullied in school and your mom didn't kiss you good night?" Harry lifted him from the ground.

Jade just smiled at him, chuckling under his breath.

Harry was out of patience – he didn't have time for this creep's games. With force he slammed him into the table, keeping a chokehold on him.

"Where do you keep him?" Harry roared and punched Jade in the face. "Where?"

"You must be delusional, spider."

Harry punched him, again and again. "Tell me!"

The door busted open, in a smaller army of Aurors flooded right in. "Don't move!"

Harry quickly avoided the jinxes and hexes sent his way, landed on the ceiling and started crawling. While still avoiding the spells flying past him, he landed on one of the Aurors, knocking them down.

He latched a web on the wall in front of him and pulled himself out of the office. An unpredicted explosion blew the same wall up in front of him, and knocked him down on the stone floor head first.

In a last desperate chance to escape, Harry blocked the door way with a giant web, which they burned down in an instant. Chains formed themselves out of nowhere, over his body, keeping him restrained to the ground.

"Take him out", a voice said above him. "This freak isn't going anywhere."

Harry strained himself in an attempt to break out of the chains, but was knocked out before he had the chance.

Harry heard a faint, muffled voice in the background.

"All we are trying to do is understand. Why do you keep doing these things?" the voice became clearer. "We understand – you want to help. But violence is not the way. And we absolutely do not condone kidnapping."

Harry slowly opened his eyes and steered his gaze up. He was tied to a chair, surrounded by a couple of Aurors, and in front of him sat Dumbledore behind his desk, staring at him.

He attempted to break the restraints, but he was far too dazed for that.

Amongst the midst of Aurors stood the heads of the houses along with the prefects; Hermione was there too.

"I didn't do it", Harry mumbled behind the mask. "Jade… Wilfred Jade…"

Dumbledore lightly smacked his lips. "I don't want to hurt you, and I'm doing my best to keep the Aurors from doing you any harm."

"Have you… have you lost your mind?" Harry stared straight at Dumbledore.

He felt a bit numb inside, just seeing Dumbledore turning against him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that", said Dumbledore.

Harry sighed, looking over at Hermione and then back to Dumbledore.

"It's not me you're after. I'm trying to find this guy, do you understand? And I believe Wilfred Jade have a connection to it all", Harry smacked his dry lips while thinking up an escape plan. "You may not like it, but I am trying to do what's right."

"And how did you… think you were suited to take this task upon yourself?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry desperately wanted to tell him who it was under the mask, but that would mean everyone around him would know too.

He took a deep breath. "I did. Because someone once told me… that it's our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. And that person was right. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here, would I?"

A dead silence followed.

Dumbledore just looked at him, not surprised in the least. Then he smiled.

"Ah. Those are some very wise words to live by, indeed" Dumbledore said and cleared his throat, winking at him. "Now if you excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. Please see yourself out. I'll be sure to keep my head down."

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore in confusion. "But Albus…"

Before anyone could react, Harry did a backflip, breaking the chair and the ties in the process – one of the parts was sent flying, knocking out on of the Aurors – and finally he webbed his way straight out through the window.

AUTHORS END NOTES

Harry loses his temper easily, a lot due to the stress of having to deal with his two seperate lives, and and I wanted him to be a more furious Spider-Man who simply loses control when he gets angry. It could reflect a part of Voldemort's soul inside him, althought I never took that into consideration.