The battle had gone from bad to worse. Peter was struggling against a group of strangely dressed Death Eaters ganging up on him, some attempting to grab him and hold him down. Pete was fighting against the man with the silver mask and purple robes in the middle of the room. The source of the explosion had come from a pillar being blown to pieces.

He spotted Ron locked in a duel with a face that Harry more than recognized and despised: Draco Malfoy; the two of them were dueling furiously, each spell never really hitting the other.

Ron was suddenly hit by a few curses from the opposite of the room. He fell down on the ground. Harry's eyes moved fast to the assailant that just had entered the room.

Bellatrix Lestrange; by her side stood Lucius Malfoy and his family.

Harry clenched his fists and threw himself into battle with a bellowing scream. "Bellatrix!"

Bellatrix turned her head to him just as his fist hit her face, knocking her down on the ground. With surprising ease, Harry disarmed a frightened Draco, snapped his wand and hurled himself up into the air, over their heads and threw the pieces of the wand in the back of Lucius' head.

Harry moved with such speed in what felt like anger, but he was in control and not his emotions, neither was Voldemort. Two webs to the backs of Narcissa and Lucius was all it took to pull them down on the ground; just as fast had he webbed them down to the floor.

Draco turned around, the fear and confusion all over his face. Harry squinted his eyes. Draco's lips trembled as he panicked and took a few steps backwards but as soon as Harry took a few steps towards him, he fell over on the floor, shaking.

"Stop!" Draco screamed, spit flying out of his mouth. "Don't hurt me!"

Harry felt a strange kind of empathy for him, seeing him like that. The person that shook and trembled in his mere presence was far from the big-mouthed bully or flaming monster that had haunted Harry at Hogwarts.

He stepped forward to Draco and crouched next to him. "Hey, it's alright", he reached out his hand. Draco raised his head, looking uncertainly at him, breathing heavily.

"Don't touch him!" said Narcissa angrily.

Draco turned his head to his mother. Then back to Harry, hesitated and took it. Harry pulled him up on his feet.

"Blood traitor!" Bellatrix shrieked.

Harry turned around where she sat on the floor, grinning madly at him, slowly crawling towards her wand where it had landed by the wall.

His fists clenched harder.

Something compelled Harry to hurt her. Hurt as badly as she had hurt his friends.

She laughed loudly at him, mocking him for not being able to do it.

Harry grabbed her by the collar and slammed her into a wall. She kept laughing. Her eyes were crazed, smile wide. She didn't seem to have any care for her own safety. Maybe because she knew he wouldn't be able to hurt her even if he did, not to the extent she had hurt Hermione.

"Oh, so strong and scary", pouted Bellatrix, she lowered her voice to a whisper. "What are you going to do, Harry, kill me?"

Harry's face froze behind the mask. He brought his face closer to Bellatrix so much so that he felt her foul breath fill his nostrils.

Her smile widened.

She begun laughing, and laughed so hard that her head might as well off at any moment.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" said Draco behind him. "Kill her!"

Bellatrix's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets at Draco's words, but her expression wasn't that of fear but of excitement.

"Draco!" exclaimed Lucius. "What are you saying?"

"She deserves it, doesn't she?" Draco's voice trembled.

Draco's words took Harry by surprise. Ever since meeting Lucius Malfoy, he'd thought of Draco as a smaller version of his father but maybe he wasn't as horrible of a person as his father.

Bellatrix reached out her tongue mockingly, still laughing.

He wanted to hurt her, badly. He really wanted to but something held him back. He reminded himself that this was the person that had almost killed his fiancée.

Harry refused, instead he forcefully threw her into a pillar and webbed her to it, hanging upside down.

The excitement from her face quickly drained away. "Coward!" she shrieked. "Mudblood lover! Blood traitor!"

"Yeah, yeah", he said in a sort of sing song voice as he webbed her mouth shut.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Ron still lying down, and decided to leave the Malfoy's and Bellatrix where they were. With swift crawling movements Harry moved across the floor to his friend, out of reach from all the spells ricocheting off pillars and walls. He threw himself on his back and slid across the floor for the final stretch, grabbed Ron on the way and both of them bumped into a wall, away from most of the danger.

He grabbed Ron by his shoulders and shook him. "Ron? Hey, Ron?"

Ron opened his eyes. His right shoulder twitched but moving the arm made him grimace painfully. "I think something's broken. Did you get Hermione?"

"Yeah, she's safe, mate. I think it's time to leave—"

"Do you really believe that juvenile costume can hide the scared boy underneath?" said a sudden imposing voice behind him.

Harry turned around. The man with the purple robes and silver mask was standing there, wand pointed right at him. Harry hadn't noticed before how his silver mask reflected faces, like ghostly memories forever trapped on the mask's surface.

"Aren't you mysterious and imposing? Very spooky, especially the whole mask thing you've got going on", Harry jumped and clung to a pillar. Although the fighting between the two Peters and Death Eaters were still on going somewhere in the background, his eyes were fixed on the mysterious man.

"Oh that's a good one. Mysterio", Harry mocked and jumped to another pillar in an attempt to throw his foe off. "You know, sometimes I outdo myself—"

"Silence", Mysterio waved his wand, and even though Harry made a move to jump out of the way, something invisible grabbed him and he was hurled out of the window, freefalling not towards the ground but down towards Hogwarts. The castle appeared very small from the height he was at falling from, but became bigger the closer he got.

"What? How—?"

He couldn't control the fall and instead fell like an abandoned scarf in the wind, falling fast – completely in the forces of physics. Web shooters and suit were missing – how was Mysterio capable of this?

Preparing for the hardest landing of his life without anything to hinder his fall, he braced himself. But the fall never came, instead he found himself lying in a bed in the hospital wing. Shaking, he raised his head from the pillow and fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand. With his glasses on, he looked around himself. In the beds, people were lying – unmoving and battle worn. Ron and Luna were two of the faces he picked up, the rest were too covered in blood and wounds to recognize.

The doors opened with a slam, in came Professor McGonagall rushing in the doors, followed by a big group of people; families. Harry spotted mr and mrs Weasley's faces, the Granger's and Petunia.

Hermione was one of the people lying in a bed – he saw that now – but what used to be her face was now just flesh, tendons and bone. She was charred and burnt; he only recognized her by the fact that the Granger's cried violently by her side and her blackened clothes sort of resembling something she used to wear. The sheets her body was lying on were stained by drained blood and what resembled charcoal. Not only did his heart and soul leave his body, he felt as if he died on the spot.

He wished he had died; he did not believe it. It must be some kind of spell or trick; she was fine right? Maybe she would just wake up and laugh it off as soon as he woke her up.

He felt his body hitting the floor – didn't know how he got there. He just reached for Hermione, wanted to take her in his arms and wish for her not to be gone. Absolutely paralyzed, he wanted to cry but his body didn't allow him to.

The overpowering sulfurous odor reached him and left a terrible taste in his mouth. He had no time to react and completely instinctively, he threw up all over the floor.

He wasn't able to express the chaotic storm going through his body, instead he sat on the floor shaking violently.

"Oh Harry, you're alive!" Petunia rushed to his side and embraced him. Harry broke free from her arms.

Why was the world out to kill everyone around him? He thought of the many things Hermione would never do ever again, or what they would experience together.

Slow steps approached him.

"I'm afraid to deliver unfortunate news for you, Potter", said professor McGonagall.

He refused to believe this was real. It wasn't real, was it?

He had been transported from the Malfoy Manor, to falling to his death and finally into this very room.

"I get it", he stood up and turned to 'professor McGonagall' and punched her. She fell back and hit the floor, shattering it immediately and everything else in the room including people into millions of glass shards.

As they were suspended in freefall, McGonagall turned into Mysterio. Harry had his suit and webshooters back. Glass rained down as they were going down in what seemed like an endless sky, no ground in sight.

"You think you can use my own mind against me, huh?" Harry yelled. "Who are you anyway?"

He attached a web to Mysterio, pulled himself towards him and wailed with his fist at his silvery ghost-mask.

"Just like your father; always have to play pretend and be the hero – Potter", said Mysterio. He spat out his name, his voice overflowing with spite. Harry wasn't even surprised anymore – everyone knew his supposed secret identity.

"No one seems to grasp the concept of the mask!" he sighed.

"Enough!"

The falling glass and the sky disappeared, instead Harry stood face to face with Ron and Hermione. They were sitting with their homework in the Gryffindor common room in front of the fireplace, Ron was mostly distracted by whatever thought went through his head, Hermione the complete opposite and flooded with books and notes, the quill in her hand feverishly scraping against the parchment. His eyes darted to a clock on the wall, it was nearing midnight.

Harry's suit and webshooters were once again gone. Two shiny prefect emblems were pinned to Ron's and Hermione's robes; they hadn't become prefects until their fifth year.

He remembered all of these moments, just sitting in silence occasionally broken by random conversations while heavily focused on homework.

"Hey, Hermione you wouldn't mind borrowing your notes, would you?" said Ron.

"Yes, I do mind!" said Hermione, frustratingly slamming shut each and every book one after one. "You know what, I'm going to bed. I have early Arithmancy in the morning and you two have a Quidditch Match to worry about."

Suddenly it clicked in Harry's head; he remembered this exact moment because happened the night before a match against Ravenclaw during their fifth year. This was a memory, wasn't it?

"What's the point with this? Tampering with my memories, trying to scare me?" Harry stood up and spun around, hoping to see Mysterio. Ron and Hermione didn't even react, they acted as if he was a ghost. "C'mon you can do better than that!"

Ron and Hermione suddenly disappeared in a waft of green smoke and in their place Mysterio appeared.

Harry sighed. "I'm not going to lie; this is the lamest super-villain schtick I've seen mate."

He made for a leap against Mysterio and right as his punch connected, they flew through another layer of crashing glass and back to falling.

"Oh, I get it now! You're a disgruntled teacher who didn't get applied for the job you wanted! Did I get it right?" Harry kept wailing on him, each punch cracking his mask more and more.

With a crash they broke through the wooden flooring of the Malfoy manor and into the dungeon. Mysterio fell with a crash a few meters away from Harry who stylishly landed on all four.

Dobby had already vanished with the rest.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Mark my words", Mysterio struggled where he was lying, beaten.

"Go on."

"You will regret this, Potter."

"Oh, that's very interesting. No, no don't let me interrupt your monologue – keep going. Get it all out."

Mysterio scoffed and in the next moment he had disappeared with the sound of a cracking whip.

"Oh well."

Harry climbed his way out of the dungeon and swung his way to Ron.

"Okay let's get out of here", said Harry and offered Ron his hand, who took it and stumbled up on his feet.

"Yeah…"

Thankfully, the battle was over and the Death Eaters were either webbed up or knocked out. "You alright?" Peter came lightly jogging over to him with Pete by his side.

"If by alright you mean alive, yeah", said Harry. "He gave me nightmares for decades though."

"You got her out?" asked Peter.

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

"Can we go now?" Ron was grasping his broken arm.

"Hey you want something for that?" asked Pete.

"I'm good, thank you", said Ron with a painful grin.

An abrupt deranged cackle echoed somewhere in the distance. Pete jumped, taken by surprise. A glider crashed through one of the windows, carrying a man clad in green armor. His broken helmet was replaced by a very simple purple hood.

"I'm glad we're finally going to settle this my friends!"

"This guy again?" said Harry.

Peter cracked his neck and punched the air, reminding Harry of a boxer warming up or something in that style. "He's outnumbered, we've got this!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that", said Pete, he too getting ready though didn't move as confident.

"Oh, my poor little spiders, you didn't think I would face you alone, did you?" said Goblin.

A hole was blown through the roof and in hovered a very hairy man in a sleek black robe and matching pants, surrounded by yellowy white electricity which crackled and sparked whenever it touched anything, be it floor, roof, walls or pillars.

The man's physique resembled that of a skeleton, looking malnourished.

"Hello Harry", grinned Sirius mockingly, his voice matching the overconfidence on his face. He was nothing anything like the man Harry had known.

Metallic arms slammed through the side of a wall, the owner of the arms, Otto Octavius, let his arms carry him through the hole, followed by – Viktor Krum, of all people. Harry hadn't seen Krum since the Triwizard Tournament.

After all the damage done to it, the manor now resembled more of a battle ground than a place where someone lived – that or an abandoned house in which no one except squatters had set their foot in for decades.

Krum's entire arm and fist sort of grew in size, though made out of sand. Harry saw how Krum's eyes darted between the three spiders; he said nothing.

"Either you can hand over the Stones the easy way, or the hard way", said Octavius.

His arms moved him a couple of steps closer to them.

"Come to your senses, doc!" said Pete.

"You wouldn't understand, Parker", said Octavius, his voice calm but at the same time somehow furious.

"Then help me understand!" said Pete.

"Enough talk. I say we kill them and take the Stones", said Sirius.

"How about instead, we try to work together?" Harry proposed, half-jokingly.

An extremely raggedly clothed woman came walking into the opening in the wall, clapping slowly and sarcastically with her hands. Her red hair was dirty and unkept, the light blue dress she wore was tattered and just as dirty. Through the layers of muck, a pair of emerald eyes stared right at Harry. Her eyes pierced right through him, and for some reason he had a feeling they knew each other.

"Where do all these guys come from?" said Pete.

The madness in her face at first had made her look like a completely different person, but there was no doubt about it – she was his mom, Lily Potter, but of course this couldn't be the Lily Potter that had sacrificed her life for her son, could it?

"Aren't you just adorable", she said and gave away an unexpected and bone chilling laugh. She stopped next to Sirius, smiling subtly.

Harry opened his mouth, shuddering from the thought that this woman might be variant of his mother.

"Mom?" the words just slipped out of his mouth. Nothing felt real for a good minute, was he dreaming? He must be dreaming. Probably hit his head on something and knocked himself out. Yeah, that must be it.

She seemed super far away, or maybe he was moving further away from her. His head felt very disorganized and thinking about all of this gave him a headache.

"Oh, Harry", Lily looked at him with sadness, whether or not it was real was hard to tell, but she was most likely just mocking him. "Harry, my beautiful boy – a hero! As your mother, I'm so proud of you. A shame I have to kill you again."

"What do you mean again?" said Harry, feeling very uneasy at the sight of someone looking exactly like his dead mother, acting far from how kind and loving Lily Potter had been described to him throughout the years.

A slimy, red goo appeared on the surface of her skin and engulfed her body with strange movements resembling that of a spider wrapping its prey, turning Lily Potter into a red monstrous creature with giant claws for hands.

The attack came very sudden, though Harry perceived every move in slow-motion; the Goblin flew at Pete, his arm in a motion of throwing an orange bomb; Doc Ock's metallic arms were opening, reaching for Peter; Sirius raised his hands, electricity sparking from them; Krum went up into the air, his molecules shattering into sand; Lily lunged at Ron who had barely enough time to draw his wand.

Harry's spidersense went off just as multiple lightning bolts shot right at him, his reflexes allowed him to narrowly escape. He felt a slight singe in his side as he landed, but nothing major.

The sandstorm that was Krum flew into his face, surrounding him with sand and blinding him and a fist punched him in the gut, making him lose his balance. His spidersense quickly confused him: punches were coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Harry quickly caught on and instead of dodging specific attacks, he just tried to dodge everything, it seemed to work. He still only saw sand covering his eyes, but he made it work – or at least he hoped he did because Viktor was surprisingly fast.

"Wow Viktor, you really let yourself go! What happened, some kind of volleyball accident?"

A metallic arm suddenly grabbed Harry. He couldn't move – it was too late as the arm pulled him out of the sandstorm and slammed him crashing through a pillar. Something wasn't right; the roof was creaking. Maybe it wasn't so surprising after all the damage that had been done to the house.

His vision was still covered by sand, it got into his eyes. He struggled but Octavius's arm acted faster, slamming him into another pillar that crumbled. Through the sand that had filled up his mask, he saw Sirius hovering towards him.

"Hold him", said Sirius. Just as about he charged his electricity, Peter landed a solid kick to the back of his head, knocking him down on the ground.

Harry pulled off his mask just to be able to see properly and wrestled himself free from Octavius' grasp as he Doctor briefly was distracted. Harry had an insane idea. Sure they would be able to escape but it was insane; bring down the roof, literally. The pillars might be the only thing really holding it up at this point.

"The pillars!" screamed Harry. He jumped out of the way from one of Lily's vicious slices through the air.

"What about the pillars?" Peter screamed back while he was busy fighting Octavius and evaded his metallic arms which were practically shooting at him.

"Just break them!"

"Harry's right!" Pete yelled as he just about made it away from one of Goblin's exploding bombs.

Lily jumped at Harry, clawing at a maddening speed; he wasn't fast enough, one of her claws tore through his suit and cut into his skin, leaving a deep gash across his torso, and another across his face, though not as deep and barely missing his eyes.

With the pain throbbing in his skin, Harry launched himself up into the air and kicked Lily into one of the pillars with such a force it broke.

Harry heard two more pillars break, and not very surprisingly the roof begun to collapse in on itself.

"Move, move, move!" screamed Pete.

The three spiders and Ron swiftly gathered together, holding their ground with their backs turned each other – they were surrounded, but soon enough the roof might give them enough time to apparate and escape.

"Isn't this a bit overkill?" said Peter.

"Not at all", said Harry, unsure if this was even going to work or just kill them but it was worth the shot.

"Are you that eager to die?" sneered Sirius.

"Everyone, grab Ron!" yelled Harry. They did as he said, and for a split second he was ready to leave, but suddenly remembered the Malfoys, who were about to meet a grisly end – crushed by their own roof.

There was an ear-deafening sound and something shook, raining dust and rubble over them and finally the entire roof came down.

"Wait, we can't leave them!" he said. "They'll get crushed!"

"So what? Good riddance!" cried Ron, his eyes fixed on the falling roof.

Harry raised his arms and braced for the roof to crush them too; the best he could do was hope he could hold it up just long enough for the Malfoys to run over to them.

"Harry, you idiot!" yelled Ron in the same moment as the roof crashed down.

Except it didn't, because Harry's trembling arms held it up. If there was ever anything to describe a match-stick being bent close to its breaking point, this was it. But he held it up entirely on his own, to his great surprise. His knees buckled under the weight and he fell down on his knees, but he held it.

The Malfoys and the villains had fallen to the ground, them too presumably expecting to be crushed.

Covered in dust, Harry gritted his teeth hard and screamed his lungs out from the sheer effort his body had to endure.

"Don't let them escape!" growled Sirius. Harry was too focused on holding the roof up to see what he was doing.

"We'll hold it, you'll get them!" said Peter.

Harry nodded, glad to let go off the roof and letting the two Peters take the entire weight of it. They raised it just enough for him to be able to stand on his feet and make a dash for the Malfoys. "Come on! Get up!" He grabbed Draco and Narcissa and pulled them up on their feet. Lucius stumbled up on his. He gave Harry a judging look and shook his head.

"I don't owe you anything", he whispered unpleasantly.

In the background he heard the two Peters struggling and grunting.

Unexpectedly, Lucius took his wife's arm and apparated out of there, leaving Draco behind.

Draco looked shocked. His eyes moved from the spot his parents had stood on, to Harry.

"Looks like you're with me then", said Harry.

He gave the room a quick overview; the villains were slowly recuperating – Sirius had already got up, his eyes locked on the only people preventing the roof from crushing them all. Ron casted a protego spell right as a bolt of lightning hit them.

Astonishingly, it worked.

Harry noticed Bellatrix also was gone, but had no more time to give her any more thought.

In a sort of delayed response – perhaps coping with the fact that his parents had just left him behind – Draco nodded, his body shaking. Harry nodded back and darted back to Ron and the Peters, Draco running behind him.

Draco and Harry grabbed one arm each and just as the Peters let go of the roof, Ron apparated them out of there.

Author's end of chapter notes: This was originally be one big chapter, but I had to split it up since there was so much going on. I do like Krum as Sandman, if I do say so myself. But remember most of these villains are alternate counterparts from other worlds, I just think it's fun to play around with ideas like Lily Potter being a villain.