I'm not sorry

Chapter 1

I hadn't been thinking when I stunned professor Snape , I'd just wanted to know the truth and felt that he stood in the way of that. I hadn't been thinking when I agreed to stay with the man called serious black who was a dear friend of my parents and apparently my godfather, I'd said yes because it had made me happy. when professor lupin started to transform into a tall lanky beast and serious ran twords him I hadn't been thinking when I stepped in front of Ron and Hermione, wond at the ready, it had just felt right. And when Severus Snape climbed from the Womping willows roots and shook my shoulders in frustration only to turn around and try to protect me. I didn't think. I acted.

Pulling him into my chest and raising my arm I shoved all my intentions into the space between Snape and Remus letting my magic do the rest. Knowing that for me trying to control my magic in it's raw form never worked and giving it a direction was the best bet. Protect! . The air crackled with electricity for a fraction of a second before a wall of magic formed. It glowed an acid green color, and wrapped from before Snape all the way around the Womping willow tree, it was twice the hight of Remus in his current form and thick as my arm. Gasps surrounded me, but before I could say a thing the shield rippled as Remus rammed into it head first clawing and shoving at it trying to get at us through the wall of magic.

I clenched my teeth, trying to maintain the wall as the onslaught of both shoves and clawing from Remus required me to repair the wall before he could get to far through, although the wall was magic it almost looked like green glowing stones they were see through and constructed into an sturdy wall, but every swipe of Remus's claw dug a good foot into the wall and every shove shook it to it's core. Snape went rigid in my arms and only then did I realize I was basically hugging him from behind. I released him stepping to the side and raised my, now free, other hand forcing more power into the wall.

Their was noise everywhere. Growling, scraping, voice's both raised and low, a howl as Remus retreated only to charge at the wall a second later, and the crackle of magic as it flowed down my arm and into the wall, the squeak of a mouse as it tried to get out from behind the wall instead of through it to the inside. All of it flowed past my ears like white noise, but still I held the magic, if I let go the magic would cease, if I let go the wall would fall, if I let go my friends would die. So I held on.

"Mate" the voice was familiar it made me think of quittage and chess boards and warm hugs. My vision blurred, I held on.

"Harry" that voice was higher my mind flooded with thoughts of books and a cozy fireplace seat and a genuine smile. My ears started to ring, I held on.

"Potter." The voice was deep and soothing it made me want to relax it made me feel safe almost peaceful, but I couldn't I have to keep the shield in place I have to keep my friends safe!

"Harry it's ok to let go" but my friends will be hurt if I do!

"Mate. It's ok we're safe now" never safe must protect!

"Potter enough" the voice was still deep but sharper now, my arms started to shake.

"Potter" dark spots started to creep into my vision.

"Potter!" Nausea hit me like a tidal wave and made me stumble.

"Harry! Enough!" A genuine smile.

"Harry! Mate, you have to stop!" A warm hug.

"Potter! Potter!....Harry!" Peace.

My eyes snapped open, when had I closed them?, Everything hurt my arms and legs my gut my back my skull ever part of me felt like I had sat on an electric chair for a day and then went for a jog, ouch, the world returned in patches of blurry and black spotted vision, the full moon over head to the open area at the base of the Womping willow the flickering wall in front of me and the view of my hands shaking violently, I couldn't understand why until I thought about how I had cast the spell in the first place. With a painful gasp I released the spell and as if I'd been a puppet on a string that snapped, I crumpled. My knees hitting the ground so fast I'm positive I was being dragged down. But before I could faceplant strong arms surrounded me, leaning me into a broad chest and an erratic heart beet. The smell of oak leaves, ginger, and oranges making it easier to breathe. Peace. My eyes open blurly to an ocean of black robes along with concerned obsidian eyes hidden behind a dark scowl. I clutch the robe's in my hands tighter before leaning my head into the chest of Severus Snape and letting the darkness at the edge of my vision take me to the land of dreams.