After a depressing but otherwise normal day, Harry didn't hesitate one second to put the suit on to wash away his feelings. It helped by beating up criminals, but it also made him not be able to think clearly and caused him to break a few more bones than necessary.

He returned to Hogwarts when it was almost morning. As he swung and crawled his way up the tower, all of the pain and anger returned.

He was shaking from the cold as he entered the dormitory. The suit didn't protect him much against the elements; maybe he had to swing by New York and ask Tony for a warmer suit?

As he was about to take his mask off, the door opened. Quickly he jumped up to the ceiling above, sticking to the shadows.

Who he was looking at confused him at first; it was like looking in a mirror – it was him.

The other Harry went straight to Harry's trunk and slammed it open. He threw everything out on the floor until he finally picked up the Marauder's map.

Harry didn't hesitate one second, and jumped down behind his other self.

"I don't know who you are, pal – but that sure don't belong to you", Harry said.

The other Harry turned around, and started running. He dove right out of the window.

"Oh, c'mon."

Harry wasn't far behind, but his fake counter-part was nowhere to be seen. It was like he'd vanished in smoke.

"What? Where did he go?" Harry looked around like mad, climbing the tower. "Where did he go? No, seriously!"

He buried his face in his hands, sighing aloud. "Well, that just figures."

The next few days, Harry spent keeping an extra eye out for whatever was going on. Maybe the person who'd broken into the dormitory had been Malfoy, or even Jade. Ron wasn't either entirely out of the question – even if he was still suck in the hospital wing.

His thoughts about the whole situations flew away as soon as he passed by Hermione in the corridor. She wasn't alone; she almost constantly had someone at her side, this time it was Ginny. Mechanically, his eyes got stuck on her as she walked past him and down the hallway.

It was bad enough that Hermione was furious with him over something he hadn't done, but it was worse with her friends seemingly guarding her from him.

"It's only a matter of time", a sudden voice spoke.

Harry looked over his shoulder, to see Neville stand there.

"She'll come around soon. You watch, Harry", Neville gave him an encouraging smile.

Harry didn't say anything and left.

Hours later Harry was heading down the corridor from his last class for the day. A couple of students rushed past him, some bumped into him.

There were some kind of commotion in one of the corridors.

He didn't get very far before he was stopped by a huge group of people, all standing around something.

They were all shouting, talking, whispering and pushing while teachers tried to keep them at bay the best they could. Harry slowly started to realize something was amiss.

Something was levitating in the middle, but he couldn't see what it was so he started pushing his way through.

"Calm down everyone!" he heard McGonagall shout. "There's absolutely no need to be alarmed!"

Harry got a glimpse of what seemed to be a body levitating in the air.

"Let me through!" Harry finally managed to get to the center of the mass.

In the air he saw a female body levitating, limbs hanging lifeless. Her face was covered by one of his spare masks. On the wall behind her, there was a crude message written in black ink:

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

His heart almost stopped. "Oh god."

Harry immediately grabbed the body and pulled it down, taking the mask off.

"Mr Potter, what are you doing? This area is out of bounds, you can't…"

Underneath the mask was Ginny. She was breathing. Unconscious, but alive.

Harry was confused. Was this a clue, or just a heartless threat?

"Hey, she's still breathing", Harry said over his shoulder.

Madam Pomfrey came rushing out of the mass of people.

"I need you all to step away", she said in a distressed voice.

But no one moved an inch, they just kept talking out-loud and staring. Harry looked around in the crowd after Hermione, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. If anything, she'd be keeping the students in check.

Harry felt a slight panic rise; why wasn't she here? He glanced down towards the mask in his hand.

His eyes darted around the crowd once again, but he didn't see her. And the last person to be seen with her had been Ginny.

His heart starting beating quickly in his chest; he felt the sudden tingling feeling at the base of his skull and he knew something was off. There was no denying it, Hermione was clearly in danger.

Knowing that Ginny was in good care, Harry quickly found himself to the nearest exit.

Harry dressed up quickly and found himself looking around the school grounds after Hermione.

His spidersense led him to the library; he didn't see anybody in there. For a few seconds, he didn't hear anything, but as it drew closer he heard something coming his way very fast.

His spidersenses lit up like a Christmas tree and before he had the time to react, a missile flying into the windows caused an explosion and threw him across the room, leaving the library in flames.

Harry felt the pain in his whole body. He groaned from where he was lying in the shambles of books and wooden furniture.

"I told you, Harry" a voice yelled that sounded extremely like Ron, but still not. "This is your fault! You will pay for everything."

He looked up, only too see the glider with Ron on it appearing above him, close to the ceiling. He was holding Hermione in a tight grip, who seemed to be unconscious.

"What did you do to her?" Harry got up on his feet, still with the pain aching in his bones. Luckily the suit had absorbed most of the impact.

"She tried to fight back, what can I say?" Ron smiled.

"Let her go – you don't need to do this."

Ron cackled. "Yes, I do."

With a roar from the glider's engine he escaped out through the window, with Harry right after him.

As Harry followed Ron out in the blizzard, they went between the towers, up over walls and finally, Harry landed on the tallest tower in all of Hogwarts: the Astronomy Tower.

Ron was hovering a fair bit above him.

"Ron, this isn't you. Put her down."

"No!" Ron roared back at him. "You robbed me of all hope I've ever had! You have no right to tell me what to do!"

"Ron, this is not you! Whatever Jade did to you is messing with you!" he tried to latch webs onto Ron's glider, but he dodged it without much effort.

"You weren't there!"

Harry stared at him. "You don't think I know how this feels? To be abandoned? To have people you care about, die? I've been there Ron, and I can help you. Just give me a chance!"

"Shut up! You don't know how it feels! You got your powers by accident, I was forced upon them because you didn't think of looking for me!"

"I tried, Ron! Please, just put her down!"

Ron snarled at him. He seemed to hesitate for a minute, before he nodded.

"Okay."

Hermione fell out of his grip, falling straight down. "No!"

Without hesitating, Harry made a jump for her. Everything moved in slow-motion as she fell.

He grabbed her, and together they fell straight into the roof, and with a thud Harry landed on his back on the floor. Hermione stared back at him with a confused and frightened look.

"What happened? Where am I?"

"No time to explain!" Harry rolled away as the mini-gun started firing.

"Is that Ron?" yelled Hermione.

"Unfortunately, yes! Listen, I'm…"

One of the orange bombs landed beside them. In an attempt to escape, he zipped them towards the wall but he was too late before the bomb exploded and separated them.

Hermione landed safely by the wall; Harry crashed out of a window barely clinging onto the wall and throwing himself in again, kicking Ron off his glider.

"Get away from her!" he yelled.

Ron laughed as he quickly jumped back on the glider, firing missiles at him and missed, blowing up parts of the floor and the walls.

Harry flung himself around the room with the machine gun barely grazing him. He had to constantly make sure Hermione was out of harm's way, no matter what.

Bombs flew past his head.

"Hermione, run! Get out of…"

Ron landed a straight punch to the back of his head, knocking him down on the floor again. In an attempt of getting up on his feet Harry shot a web upwards, but Ron had him pinned down, gritting his teeth.

"Ron… snap out of it!" he punched Ron, kicked him back into the wall and webbed him to it.

He got free fast, but Harry kept punching him back into the same wall, keeping him at bay. Ron punched back, he dodged and another bomb was thrown, this time on the support-pillars holding the place up.

In the blink of an eye, Harry webbed the bomb but it went off and everything fell down except for Ron whose glider saved him.

It all went in slow-motion.

Everything came collapsing down. The debris flew right past him as he fell. He desperately reached out for her. He was panicking, and he saw the shock in her eyes while the ground drew closer.

He knew somewhere deep inside, that she wouldn't make it out of this.

With his line of web, he shot out a line towards her and let out a noiseless scream behind the mask.

It had to catch her, it had to catch her, please God let it catch her.

As they kept falling, he wondered if this is how it felt to be dying, seeing someone you love plunge down towards certain doom, everything you cared for being ripped away in an instant.

He felt the web connect, and without hesitating, he completely emptied the other cartridge to halt their movement.

Her body hit the ground with a thud. Quietly he dropped down beside her.

She didn't move. It felt like his heart had stopped when his mind told him she could very well be dead.

Shaking, he got her down from the web and fell down on his knees with her head in his lap.

She didn't breathe, she didn't move. No pulse, nothing. Her neck was broken. He had killed her.

Behind the mask he started to cry.

In anger he threw the mask on the floor and held her face closely towards his chest, shaking violently with tears bursting. He didn't know what to do.

She was dead because of him. She was dead because of him. Him and his idiotic actions had caused this. She was dead because of him.

The words rang in his head and it only made him angrier. A loud maniacal cackling echoed down the tower walls.

He stopped crying and looked up above him. The cackling sounded again and it drew closer. No.

He put her gently down on the ground, grabbed his mask and stood up.

No, this was all that murdering maniacs fault. And he was going to pay. Pure hatred pumped in his veins.

He'd never felt such anger; it consumed him.

He put his mask on and crawled his way up in furious anger. Finally he threw himself against Ron, grabbing him with his hands around his throat and knocking him into a wall with all the strength he possessed, crashing them right through.

They kept flying uncontrollable towards the sky as Harry landed punch after punch in Ron's twisted face.

"You murderer!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs. "How could you do this? How could you murder your own friend? What kind of sick freak are you?"

Ron didn't fight back, just laughed like mad at him. They flew into the clouds.

"It doesn't matter!" Harry broke one of the thrusters with a well-aimed stomp. "If she goes down, so do you!"

Ron's face suddenly stopped laughing, just smiling a very unsettling smile as Harry destroyed both thrusters. "Have it your way."

They started falling into a neckbreaking fall; the glider malfunctioned and flew past them.

Both of them were freefalling straight down towards the tower, heading towards a certain doom.

Harry kept punching Ron repeatedly with everything he had as they plunged to the ground at a deadly speed. "Fight back! Fight back, you coward! Fight back!"

But Ron was just laughing at him; because he'd already won. They crashed down on the floor beside Hermione's body, but Harry kept punching in blind rage.

"You murderer! You… you…"

Slowly he stopped himself, staring down at the bruised and bloody face of his best friend, missing a few teeth and almost unrecognizable.

Ron gritted his broken teeth. "I won Harry. I won…", Harry landed a final punch, knocking him out.

"Shut up."

Stained in both his own and Ron's blood, Harry carried Hermione out of the building; an entire group of people were waiting outside.

McGonagall stepped out of the crowd. "Spider-Man! What happened? We saw the explosions, but…", she became silent as she saw Hermione.

They looked at him in shock as he walked – broken and crushed inside – through the snow, before slowly putting Hermione down. He kneeled down in front of her with his face on her chest, crying and shaking behind the mask.

Whispers and crying were spread across the group of people. He looked up at them.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

They just stared back at him, some confused while some were right out scared. Harry realized he couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe. He pulled his mask off and threw it in the snow.

While gasping for air, someone walked up to him and put their hand on his shoulder.

He smacked the back of his hand towards the person beside him. "Get away!"

In shock he realized it was Ginny; she stumbled away from him with a bleeding nose. She was just staring at him, as shocked as he was.

Everyone stared paralyzed at his face. Whispers and muttering spread through the crowd. He heard several of them yell his name in surprise. But hiding his identity was such a trivial matter right now.

With a heavy heart Harry went back in after Ron and threw in front of them. "Here's your Goblin."

He picked up Hermione's body over his shoulder and swung away to the hospital wing where he put her in one of the beds.

It didn't take long for McGonagall, Dumbledore and other students to gather around the bed.

Harry refused to leave her side – still in his suit holding his mask with an iron grip. Hermione's parents were brought in, and as soon as they spotted Hermione they broke down just as Harry had done; it was much more worse to watch it.

"What happened?" mrs Granger finally asked Harry with strands of hair and tears covering her face.

"Ron killed her", Harry whispered without looking her way.

"Why… what? Who are you?" mr Granger stared at Harry with a gaze that would kill if it could. "You're... that costumed man on the news."

Harry gave a painful chuckle. "Surprised? All I've ever done to Hermione is bring her harm."

He stood up, facing Dumbledore.

"This is all your fault. This is on you, and you know it damn well", he walked away with his back turned.

AUTHORS END NOTES

Damn, quite a chapter huh? Well, as said I suck at writing fights but I tried my best. Well, now with Hermione gone, things will go in a direction you probably saw coming. Keep in mind, this story is already done as I write these notes, but I post a couple of chapters every day. That's the only reason I posted it on this site, because I know it's done.