Thankfully Harry could get Ron to the hospital wing quickly. It wasn't anything life-threatening, just a strong fever but madam Pomfrey wanted him to stay in the hospital wing for a couple of days after the all too sudden collapse.

"He fell? Just like that?" Hermione asked on the way back to the Gryffindor-tower together with Ginny.

"Yeah. Probably would've gotten a concussion too if I didn't catch him."

Ginny looked a bit worried. "What if what dad got, Ron have too?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. They both knew the truth behind mr Weasley ailment, and couldn't possibly break Ginny's heart as well.

"No. It's not possible. Then the rest of your brothers would have gotten affected as well, right?" Harry reassured.

He saw on the look of Ginny's face that she didn't seem very convinced.

"Sure, but… that doesn't make me any less uncomfortable", said Ginny.

"He'll be fine, Ginny. Harry is just trying to find an excuse for adventure", Hermione said.

Harry glanced at her. "Yeah… sure."

Sitting high up on the rooftops of London with rain pouring down that night, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. He'd known Ron for years and would know the instant he started acting different.

Was his father's death stressing him out that much? Or had he simply caught a fever? Or something worse?

At Hogwarts these times it was never certain which one it was. The clock struck three at night.

Maybe it was time to head back before he caught whatever Ron had. Besides, he was getting way too tired. He latched a string of web onto a nearby building and jumped off, quickly swinging through the streets.

He entered the Leaky Cauldron, completely soaked in rain-water and quickly got back to Hogwarts through the Floo Network.

Coughing and covered in ashes, he rolled out on the floor of Wilfred Jade's office floor. One hell of a night. He was exhausted, soaked and covered in ashes.

All he wanted was a quick shower and get into bed. Maybe he had to sneak his way there as well – the thought alone made him wish he'd for once listen to Hermione and not run out in the middle of the night after he'd barely got any sleep last night.

At least it was Saturday, so he didn't have to worry about…

Suddenly he felt a wand poking him in the back of his head.

Oh no.

"Don't move a muscle", the voice belonged to Jade. "The game's over."

Harry quickly got up on his feet, kicked the wand out of Jade's hand and webbed it to the ceiling. He breathed heavily through the soaked mask – the exhaustion started to get to him and he had to get out fast.

Jade smirked. "My, my. So rash and violent, full of naïveté and arrogance – no respect for other people."

"I'm leaving. There's nothing… nothing you can do to stop me."

"Is that what you think?"

Before Harry could react, he sent a quick blow to his chest, hurling him backwards into the wall with a loud thud, stone shattering off the wall.

With an intense pain in his chest, he started crawling away towards the exit. Every breath was like breathing fire.

"Do you really think you're the only one?" Jade walked towards him. "The only human being with powers? You are a fool – a fool and his life are soon parted."

Randomly shooting webbing at Jade, Harry tried to slow him down but to no avail; Jade dodged it like it was nothing.

He was cornered. Jade grabbed him by the throat and lifted him above the floor.

"Do you really think you can save these people? How can you be so naïve? What are you trying to accomplish?"

Harry felt his own mask almost choking him while he helplessly struggled. Black dots slowly danced before his eyes.

"What… what are you?"

Jade threw him straight out through the door, landing on the floor – broken. But he had his chance now to escape – he took it. He heard Jade walking towards him, it was now or never.

With the last strength he could muster, Harry latched a webbing onto the ceiling, pulled himself towards it and crawled for all he was worth – escaping from his defeat.

It took much longer to crawl up the castle to Gryffindors tower than it used to – the injuries slowing him down.

Harry fell as a broken miserable pile onto the floor in the dormitory Hermione resided in. He could barely breathe. Maybe he should have went to the hospital wing instead, or maybe even Dumbledore himself and put a stop to this.

"Hermione", he pulled himself towards her bed slowly. "Hermione…"

He coughed up blood in the mask as he pulled himself up on her bed, waking her up in the process.

She looked at him, confused at first. "Harry? My God, Harry! We have to get you to the hospital wing! Why on Earth didn't you go there instead?"

"Dunno."

"Who did this to you?"

Harry collapsed down on the floor, feeling the darkness taking over.

"Harry? Harry!"

Harry heard a cowardly, trembling voice and another, colder voice conversing.

"Are you sure it's him, Wormtail?" the cold voice whispered.

"Yes, Master."

"Hm", Harry looked up at Wormtail. "Get Narcissa here. And tell her to bring Draco. We need to discuss further about the matter."

Harry sat down at a long, dark wooden table in as of a dark house. Wormtail stood a couple of feet away, shaking.

"Yes, Master. Is there a message?"

"Yes, we need to teach our young friend not to meddle in our affairs. He sent six of my best men to Azkaban, barehanded. He's certainly our priority target."

"Right away, Master."

Wormtail vanished out of sight. It didn't take long before he came back, followed by Narcissa and Draco.

"What's this about the boy, my Lord? Is it true…?"

"Sit down, Narcissa. You too, Draco."

They both sat down at the table. A wide smile spread across his face.

"We have a pest to take out."

AUTHORS END NOTES

Wilfred Jade is more or less an OC, but I didn't want to make a canon teacher as a villain (like they always are, with the exception of Lupin). His corny way of speaking was very much influenced by Willem Dafoe's Green Goblin (amazing portrayal by the way) and that's more or less who I'd imagine while Jade is present.

I also show Harry's weakness. I know Spider-Man can take a lot, he's amazingly (hah) strong but he holds back a lot, especially after nearly killing a person. Use Sam Raimi's Spider-Man for an example; he gets his ass kicked by the Green Goblin but when he's about to get killed, he seems to use most of his strength if not all and end the fight. That's what I try to portrayal and I hope it makes sense.