A funeral was held for Hermione at Hogwarts, she was buried under the big oak-tree beside the Black Lake. Aunt Petunia and Tony Stark attended to it, so did Hermione's parents.

Ron was imprisoned at a high security prison at the outskirts of New York City, courtesy of Tony Stark.

Harry found himself on his free time by Hermione's grave and just reflecting on the huge mistake he'd done.

He should've never dragged her into this to begin with. Never ever.

Days passed by; days became weeks; weeks became months.

He hadn't touched the suit in ages, and just lived with being as normal as he possibly could. Every day he looked at photos of her, and seeing how alive and happy she had been, made him wish he'd never got any powers in the first place.

His birthday arrived and he hadn't felt this alone for a very long time. What was left of the Weasleys came over for dinner to celebrate his 17:th birthday, except for Bill, Charlie and Percy.

"I am so, so sorry they couldn't make it", mrs Weasley said with a heartbroken look on her face. "They are busy working so hard these days. But they send their regards."

During the rather uncomfortable celebration during the evening, they all were gathered around the table with the TV on in the background.

"As we all know by now, there's another world hidden away from our eyes", said the Muggle news reporter on TV. "The Minister of Magic have spoken and we still have no reports regarding their mysterious acts. Furthermore, the figure known as Spider-Man seems to have connections to these people walking among us."

Harry noticed how Ginny glanced at him. No one else around the table but her knew who Spider-Man was.

The news reporter kept going. "We have no reports regarding his identity, although there's been wild speculation about this subject. Although we don't know Spider-Man's real identity, his motives are clear after last winter's incident. He captured a boy by the name Ronald Weasley…"

Harry kept eating his dinner and ignored the TV as much as possible.

After they had left around midnight, Harry was once again alone. He sat alone in the kitchen with his head resting on his arms, staring out through the window.

These days he'd never use his powers, although they somehow found their way to remind him of the horrible truth.

Aunt Petunia sat down in front of him. At first she didn't say a word, until she sighed.

"Harry, I can not imagine how it feels losing someone like that. But you have to try and find peace one day."

Harry looked up at her. "You're right. You don't", he went up from his chair and walked over to his room.

"Harry, what are you doing?" aunt Petunia sighed.

Harry turned around and looked at her. "I don't know", he shrugged.

"Because it pains me to see you like this. Everyday, you're shut in your own world. I just want to see you happy again."

"You don't know anything", Harry let the words slip out of his mouth. He took a few steps closer to her.

"And what's that supposed to mean? Do you think it's easy for me seeing you absolutely crushed every time you walk out of that room?"

The sadness and loss was replaced by the same pure anger that almost had killed Ron.

"You don't have any idea what the hell you're talking about!" Harry yelled at her. "Do you think it's easy for me? I killed her! I killed her! I saw her neck break right in front of me! I tried to save her! I tried!"

Tears were bursting down his face.

Aunt Petunia stared blankly back at him in shock; she knew. A part of him didn't care, while another part silently cursed. Slowly she got up from her chair, stumbled forward and embraced him in silence.

The very next day, Harry decided he should meet the psychopath who once had been his best friend; he had to meet his demons sooner or later. He called Tony to take him there.

A few hours later, he sat face to face with Ron. His face had returned back to normal, but he didn't look at him with hatred anymore – his entire face reflected sadness and regret.

They were alone in a room with guards outside the door, while Ron were strapped down in a chair even if he didn't show any signs of violence.

"You look good", Harry mumbled.

"Yeah, it comes and goes", Ron nodded.

"I hope you understand why I'm here, Ron", Harry said.

Ron slowly nodded. "I think so. You're here to kill me."

"No. I'm not going to sink to your level. Not ever", Harry said with a slightly raised voice. "Let me ask you: was it worth it? Was the pain and regret worth whatever you were trying to prove?"

Ron didn't answer. A couple of tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Anyway, you were on the news last night. You're a psychopath, Ron and everyone knows it."

"Oh, so you're the hero?" Ron sniffed and looked at him. "Of course you are. Harry Potter – always the hero, and letting other people take the fall."

Harry stared at Ron for a very long time, until he decided to say something.

"You're alive, and you should be grateful for that. If I had to chose, you wouldn't be", he said. "I hope you rot in here, knowing every day of your life what you did. You don't deserve happiness anymore. This was your doing – no one else's."

Ron was silent and avoided eye contact.

"I need to know", Harry stared him.

"Know what?" Ron asked between his tears.

Harry stood up so quickly his chair fell over.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, but Ron kept avoiding his stare. "Answer me!" Harry slammed his fist into the table, making Ron jump.

"I don't know", Ron mumbled.

Harry had lost his patience. He grabbed Ron violently by his collar across the table.

"Do you have any idea what I have to suffer?" Harry screamed in his face. "I have to watch her die over and over again in my head, every single day! Do you get it? She's dead because you think the world owes you something. Guess what, it doesn't! You killed someone because – why?"

Ron started bawling. "I loved her, Harry. I loved her! But I never would've her, you or anyone else because of it. The powers I got… they messed with my head, made me do and think things out of my control, but I promise you that I would never…"

Harry threw Ron along with the chair he was sitting on, across the room and crashing into the wall.

Within seconds, security came rushing in along with Tony.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Tony yelled.

"I'm going home – on foot", Harry gave Ron a last stare before walking out.

Returning from Hogwarts for summer went as fast as it took to go back for the final year, but he didn't know if he could do it. But he found himself by her grave the first moment he got.

The seventh year passed on, with Jade as their potions teacher and Harry hated Dumbledore for letting that freak still set his foot in Hogwarts.

As autumn passed, Ginny broke up with Dean and after some time she got together with Harry. It took time of course, but aunt Petunia had been right; he had to find a semblance of peace. Even if he would never forgive himself about what had happened, he knew Hermione would want him to be happy, or at least try to.

The snow started falling again and covered the tombstone in a white, sparkling cover once more.

Even in storms and blizzards he found himself by the grave, staring down at her grave.

Footsteps approached behind him on a mildly bright day. He turned around, only to see Tony approaching him.

"I'd thought I would find you here in the cold", Tony seemed unusually serious. "I know how hard this must be, kid. I've lost people in the past too, but to stop living is something you shouldn't do."

Harry didn't answer.

"No sightings of Spider-Man in months; London is in chaos."

"I'm sure you got it covered", Harry mumbled without looking at him.

"Yeah, but we need you out there, kiddo. Losing the love of your life is a heart-breaker, I know, but you have to move on."

Harry looked at him.

"How do you move on?"

Stark shrugged. "You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back."

"That's something Dumbledore would say – he'd put you up to this didn't he?"

"I don't think I'm allowed to say."

Harry scoffed. "If you're here to make me talk to him, you can walk away now."

"It's all up to you. When you're done here, of course. Maybe it can give you some closure."

That evening Harry decided to see what Dumbledore had to say was worth his time or not, even he'd rather not talk to the person who had failed to protect yet another of his students.

"Hello, Harry", Dumbledore said in a somber tone as Harry sat down in front of him. "It took some convincing to get you here."

Harry didn't say a word.

"Ever since this tragic evening occurred, I've seen less and less of the red and blue figure. Shame; I started to find a liking to him."

Harry raised his eye-brows. "Is that so?"

"Harry, I cannot imagine the pain you're going through right now, but there might a way to ease it."

"How? By being Spider-Man I got Hermione killed, and you did nothing other than watch me and Ron try to kill each other. Don't tell me I'll feel better if I put that suit on again, because there's nothing that can fill the gap she left behind."

A smirk formed in the corner of Dumbledore's mouth. "Nothing?"

He put down something resembling an old watch on the table in front of him; a time-turner, but it looked like it had been tampered with.

"Where did you get that?" Harry exclaimed.

"Originally, it was a modified time-turner – confiscated. It took me a very long time to obtain it from the Ministry – and a lot of pressure from my side. But whatever you do, Harry. Do not tamper with time itself too much; modified time-turners can be dangerous, but I'm certain you're already aware of this fact."

Harry slowly shook his head. He was trembling in his entire body from both excitement and fear over what he was about to get himself into.

Dumbledore did a smaller grimace. "Well, at least now you're aware of the danger. You can go now, I'm sure you have other things to attend to."

Harry grabbed the time-turner and rushed towards the exit, up to the Gryffindor tower. It didn't take long for him to fully suit up and load up the web-shooters, and finally climb up to the top of the Astronomy Tower.

He held the time-turner in a shaky grip while turning it.

"Should be enough", he mumbled, but then the thought struck him: what if he could get Hermione completely out of harm's way?

He kept turning the time back even further, to the day he'd gotten his powers. A sudden light-blue bolt flashed from the time-turner, right there in his hand.

He assumed it was normal with modified time-turners and let it keep turning time back while he waited for the months that had passed ever since to fly past his eyes in mere seconds.

More bolts emerged from the turner, striking out into thin air even more violent than the first. But the time didn't stop. He paniced. It kept going and going; he saw decades at Hogwarts pass by and finally an explosion of blue light surrounded him, blinding him.

For a moment, it felt like he was falling, until he found himself on solid ground.

Harry could finally open his eyes, but everything around him had changed. Hogwarts wasn't anywhere to be seen.

He was in the streets of London. Ahead of him but not far away, seemed like an injured man lying in the snow. Another man was running in the opposite direction, and instead someone ran towards the injured man to help out.

Not having much of a choice, Harry quickly ran over to see what he could do. He threw himself on the ground beside the man, only to phase right through him with his knee.

"Sirius? Sirius!"

The person who came to help was him. Harry sat as paralyzed, watching the entire scene appear before his eyes.

His past-self yelled out for help, but no one came. Harry felt helpless, only being able to watch his uncle die when he had the means to save him.

The younger Harry called for an ambulance, and soon help arrived. His younger self sobbed while he in a desperate attempt tried to stop the bleeding. Harry didn't remember any of this, only a blur involving a lot of crying, screaming and a few words Sirius had told him.

"H-harry, listen to me", Sirius wheezed during his last breaths, holding the younger Harry's hand in a tight grip. "I want you to look after your aunt and friends for me, okay? I want you to take good care of them."

Harry's younger self cried but nodded.

"You're a strong person, Harry. No matter what anyone else tells you", Sirius coughed up a lot of dark blood.

The medics started gathering around them.

"I don't have much time, Harry. Just remember what I told you: with great power comes great responsibility. You have to remember that, you have to…"

Harry himself was crying behind the mask as his uncle stopped breathing.

But again the blue bolts emerged from the time-turner, dropping him into another location. He stood in a house, staring at the back of a grown-up man.

"I really don't have a choice. I can't watch a friend suffer", the grown man said to a pregnant red-haired woman standing in front of him.

Harry got a better look of the two people. It was his parents.

They didn't seem to notice him, or even see him.

"So instead of taking care of your family, you decide to leave for work because, why exactly?" Lily said in an angry tone.

"You know how it is, Lily. Arthur needs my help with that project of his. His life depends on it, the disease is killing him."

Harry was once again ripped from the spot he stood in, and appeared in another. This was almost too much to take in; seeing all of this at the same day was the worst feeling he'd had since Hermione died.

Harry found himself yet again staring at his past self, with Hermione at his side, tinkering with the web-shooters in his room.

"Slowly the chip in and just turn it a little bit to the right, Harry. Just a little."

Hearing her voice again was strange, he'd almost forgot how it sounded like.

She stopped him from tinkering too much with the shooters. "No, no, no. If you turn it too much, it'll blow up in our faces and ruin everything we've done so far."

"Okay, okay! Maybe a warning next time?"

Harry went up a few steps and looked at her. Slowly, he tried to touch her but his hand went right through. He bit his lip and backed up.

The location changed, this time it was in a dimly lit room. Wilfred Jade and Arthur Weasley were gathered around a table. Harry couldn't believe his eyes; Jade and mr Weasley worked together? But mr Weasley's eyes were almost foggy, showing no emotion and just staring into the wall.

"How long does it take until I get powers?" a voice asked in the background. "I'm tired of waiting around."

Harry didn't even see the third person, who now stepped out of the dark. It was Malfoy.

"The serum only reacts to Weasley's genes, Draco. Without him it's worthless. It should take its effects soon and hopefully we can re-create them."

"We've waited for weeks!"

"Having a grudge against somebody, Draco?" Jade said with growl. "Is it Potter?"

"Who else would it be? I want to get rid of him and that filthy little mud-blood of his for good!"

Jade raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

"I'll be damned if the person who put my father in Azkaban isn't dead before…"

A sudden explosion of blue lightning blinded Harry and left him in complete darkness like someone had turned the lights off.

AUTHORS END NOTES

Okay, so I took some liberties with the whole time turner thing. It's modified by someone - possibly breaking several rules in the wizard world - to be able to travel anywhere in time.

I'm pretty certain time turner's in canon can only bring you back a few hours into the past - something like that.

And yes, the time turner's were destroyed during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries but who's to say someone didn't steal a time turner and tampered with it beforehand?