Harry woke up that same night in cold sweat from a recurring nightmare, with both his scar and spider-sense on the fritz.

Hermione muttered something beside him and rolled over on her stomach. Harry silently went out of bed, put in his contacts and stumbled his way into the bathroom to wash his face.

For a few minutes he leaned over the sink with a sick feeling consuming him from within. He'd never felt this kind of pain and awareness at the same time, and wondered if he would throw up any second.

Taking several deep breaths, he stared down into the sink and tried to fight the pain back. It was like several alarms ringing inside his head while someone poured burning coal on his forehead, and the more breaths he took, the more painful it was.

A silent knock sounded towards the door. "Harry, is that you?"

"Yeah?" he groaned.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.

Harry groaned as opened the door. Outside stood Hermione, with only a blanket wrapped around her.

He stumbled out of the bathroom only for Hermione to catch him.

"You don't look very good."

Harry shook his head as she led him towards his bed.

"Nightmare?" she whispered.

"Something… something that way, yeah", Harry said between breaths as she helped him lie down.

Hermione looked anxiously at him as she started to put her clothes on. "You want me to get you anything? Water? Do I need to bring you to the hospital wing?"

He nodded. "Yeah, just water would…"

A loud cackling, followed by a green blur quickly going past the fogged up window. Harry felt the awful pain turn into sudden fear. The pain in his scar was gone as if it never had been there, instead his spider-sense went up a notch.

"What?" Hermione just stared at him.

Slowly, Harry sat himself up.

"That voice…", Harry said, ending what he was about to say abruptly.

Hermione frowned her forehead.

"Voice? Harry, you need to lie down. You are just stressed out…"

Another cackle sounded, louder this time. Something was approaching the window, and fast.

"Hermione."

"Yes, I'm here. Now lie down before…"

All of his senses told him to move out of the way, and without a second hesitation he threw himself over Hermione and down on the floor; in the very same moment an explosion combusted, barely touching them.

Screaming was heard over the raging flames as Harry's ears were ringing. Hermione yelled something at him, but he didn't hear a word. He saw Dean, Seamus and Neville run past them.

He stumbled up on his feet, pulling Hermione up with him. In through the giant hole in the wall, a person hovered in on one of those flying devices Harry had seen in Jade's hideout.

"Get out!" Harry yelled at Hermione, who refused to move. "Get out now! I'll handle this!"

He pushed Hermione away from him, towards the exit. She gave him a quick, distressing look before rushing out through the door.

Harry looked towards the person, slowly getting closer to him.

Through the smoke a man was revealed, armored from top to toe and with a big visor in the helmet, like a ski-helmet but much bigger.

"What do you want?" Harry slowly backed up.

Behind the helmet a cackle was heard. "A world without Spider-Man". his visor lit up green and missiles fired at him and he dodged the explosion just narrowly.

"I have waited so long for this. You took everything, Harry! Everything!"

The glider spun around, knocking objects over and breaking furniture. In the next moment, guns extended out from the bottom of the glider and fired at him, he dodged quickly towards his trunk, grabbed his costume and web-shooters and rolled under the bed as the bullets ruined everything they touched.

"I'll kill you and everyone else in this place for what you did to me! Do you know that? Do you even care?"

Harry got his costume and web-shooters on as fast as he possibly could and jumped out, landing on his trashed bed.

"I don't know, it seems like you're looking in the wrong place for the kind of care you need!"

With guns firing at him, Harry threw himself through the air and grabbed him from behind. "I'm sure you don't need this, right?" he pulled out a hose connecting torso and the helmet.

The masked man tried to shake him off. "Get off!"

"I would, but you're not in my taste."

The glider spun around with a violent turn, Harry got shaken off and flew straight out through the door, landing on the floor close to a group of younger students.

"Ow."

Several of the younger students screamed when they saw him.

Harry groaned. "No, it's alright. Don't help me or run or anything, just keep screaming…"

Slowly he got up – only to quickly web down one of the missiles flying at him.

"Really? You thought that was going to work again?", the missile exploded without warning and sent him through the railing and down on the floor of the common room with a thud.

If it hadn't been for his powers, he'd most likely would've been unconscious at this point – or dead.

"I'm running out of ways to say ow."

He quickly looked up, spotting McGonagall half-running through the Fat Lady's portrait, followed by Hermione and other students. They stopped as they saw what was going on in front of their eyes.

Harry stumbled up on his feet as the man on the glider slowly approached him. He looked around the room; too many people, way too many people in here. His eyes fixated themselves on the window.

"I think we need to take this outside, don't you agree?"

Harry jumped straight through the window, with the man flying after him. As he swung in between two walls, a missile flew right past his head and exploded in the distance.

"Dude… enough with the rockets!"

The whirring sound of the machine-gun started and Harry flung himself high up into the air to avoid it, attached webbing to one of the towers and threw himself feet first towards the man, kicking him straight off the glider.

He latched his webbing on the man, pulling himself in and grabbing onto him as the glider found it's owner's feet again.

Harry started punching his visor, over and over again while getting punches back.

"You ruined so many lives, Harry! Including mine!" roared the man behind the visor. "He told me everything!"

With yet last punch, the visor cracked and the green light died.

The man lost control over the glider, making it and them both spiraling out of control, straight through a window. "No! You'll kill us both!"

They spun right through bookshelves, tables and other furniture; all getting chopped up and broken. Several Aurors threw themselves on the floor as they came through. Pages of books rained down over them as they continued to spin out of control.

As best as he could, Harry tried to steer them away from the Aurors. "Watch out, look out! Crazy tin can and spider coming through!"

With one last punch, the visor broke and revealed the face underneath and in the progress he crashed the glider into the wall, throwing them both on the floor.

Harry groaned, stumbling up on his feet after the crash. He limped his way over to the armored man. The Aurors had left the room, probably for backup.

"I think your ride ends here", Harry mumbled as he grabbed him by the collar.

But he couldn't believe who was staring back at him, grinning with a wide malicious smile: it was Ron, his best friend, staring crazily at him.

"What…?" Harry let go off him in shock and backed away a few steps.

Ron started to chuckle and broke out into a maniacally laugh. He stopped laughing and just smiled.

"It all makes sense doesn't it?" Ron struggled up in a sitting position.

"I honestly don't know what to think", Harry started to feel more disappointed than shocked over the fact that his best friend would go down this path.

Ron laughed.

Harry crouched down in-front of him. "This – this isn't you, Ron. This isn't you."

"And you're wrong!" Ron yelled. "This is who I'm meant to be!"

"We'll fix this, Ron", Harry nodded, still shaken up. "We'll fix this and everything is going to be alright."

In the background Harry heard the hasty footsteps heading towards him.

"In the library? Are you sure?" echoed McGonagall's voice.

"Yes, but recent events have made us uncertain as to who we apprehend", said one of the Aurors.

"Uncertain?" exclaimed McGonagall loudly. "Albus approved of the Spider-Man's activity – he's no threat to neither the school or its residents."

"Wait till you see this."

Harry turned his head towards Ron again.

"It's going to be alright, Ron."

McGonagall followed by more Aurors and Hogwarts-staff rushed in to the library, but immediately stopped when they saw him and Ron.

Ron frowned in anger. "Ron Weasley's dead! Only the Goblin…"

One straight punch to Ron's face and he was knocked out. Harry sighed.

"I've heard enough out of you", he mumbled while standing up.

"By Merlin's beard…", whispered McGonagall.

Harry turned around, both beat and tired.

"You guys take it from here? Don't worry, he's completely harmless – for now", Harry quietly swore over his injured leg. "I've got to go."

He swung his way out through the same window they'd crashed in through, off on his way to the Gryffindor tower.

AUTHORS END NOTES

I tried to combine New Goblin (Sam Raimi's Spider-Man) and The Goblin from The Amazing Spider-Man 2 into a Goblin and blending them with Ron, creating something truly horrifying.

Fun fact: Very early on I was considering to have Arthur Weasley as the Green Goblin, but it wouldn't create the same dynamic between them as it does with Harry and Ron.