Chapter Twenty-one

Chris, pushing himself off the bed glared at the portraits, "When I said everyone I meant everyone! Now if you don't mind FUCK OFF!" All the portraits ran off to find somewhere else to hide.

"Mr Black, what in Merlin's name is the meaning of all this?"

"I saw it…but I don't believe it! It's not right-"

Draco grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to the bed, "Sit down Chris."

"I saw him die." He said quietly.

Draco recoiled as if he'd been stung, "You saw me-"

Chris laughed hollowly, "No Dragon, it wasn't you."

"Then who?"

Chris waved his hand in Snape's direction, "Him."

"Mr Black you must be mistaken, if the task was given to Draco it is he who must fulfil it."

Chris was furious, "I know what I saw Professor."

Suddenly the door began to open, Chris saw Sirius' face and shouted, "When I said out I meant STAY OUT!" With a furious wave of his hand the door slammed shut, half a dozen of the hospital beds slammed against the door, barricading it.

"There is no need for such dramatics Black."

"To put it politely," Chris' eyes narrowed, "Kiss my ass. You kill Dumbledore, using the killing curse."

" It is impossible." Snape said, "the task cannot be performed by anyone bar the person it was given to."

"I don't care!" Chris yelled angrily, "I saw you do it! Not Draco but you! You pushed him out of the way, you raised your wand and you, you performed the Killing Curse! So Professor do NOT tell me my vision was wrong because they never are!" He was almost crying in frustration, his breath coming ragged heaves.

Draco sat beside Chris and looked up at his godfather, "Severus, is there a way that that could possibly happen?"

"Perhaps. If there was an unbreakable bond performed…"

Chris' fingertips were rubbing his temples, "This cannot be happening…I mean, I never had this much trouble at Magic School…I never had a murder play out in my head, I never had to keep a boy away from a deranged psycho lunatic that looks like a fucking snake! So now you know and I swear to god if you tell me one more time that I'm wrong I will hex you so far into oblivion you won't be able to see your own ass!"

Chris got up off the bed, waved his hand and the beds barricading the door went back to their places, "I'll see you in Potions." He said icily, "YOU CAN ALL COME BACK IN NOW!" he shouted.

The door opened and the people he'd kicked out slowly began to trickle in as did the portrait occupants he'd screamed at.

Sirius, glaring at Snape, rushed over to his son's side, "Okay Kit?"

Chris, wrapping his arms around his father for a moment and sighing heavily, "Yeah Padfoot…'mokay."

"What was all the yelling about?" Remus asked.

Chris shot a glance over to the two Slytherins, "I was having a little difficulty trying to get my point across but I think it has gotten through to them now."

"What was the point about?" Sirius asked.

Chris looked up to his father and the man who he supposed if life had been different, would have been his godfather. Well he was anyway really, "What is this? Moony and Padfoot tag team on Nox?"

"Yup." Sirius nodded, "When one of the pups throws a hissy fit and literally hi-jacks the hospital wing kicking out the people and the portraits I think I have a right to ask questions."

"Not fair. But I had a vision… simple."

"What of?"

"Black, leave the boy alone." Snape snapped (hehe, that sounds so silly)

"Do not presume, Snivellus, to tell me how to speak to my son."

Chris had had a gut full, he disappeared in a swirl of blue orbs and reappeared on the other side of the hospital wing. He glared at them, "Shut the hell up! Please just stop fighting!" tears were cascading down his cheeks, "Please…" he sank down to the ground a soft green forcefield emitting from the triquetra hanging around his neck.

Chris hugged his knees to his chest, "I just wanna be left alone." The power was radiating off him in waves, Hermione walked over to the forcefield.

"Chris?" She asked softly. She was met with two sad, wide and brilliant green eyes, "Chris can you let the shield down for me?"

Chris shook his head. He knew deep down that he was acting like a little kid but he didn't care. He just wanted everything to go away, the nightmares, the demons, the visions…everything. He wanted everything to just stop.

"Chris I'm not going to hurt you. You know that right?"

Another nod.

"You know I care about you?"

Another nod.

"Do you trust me?"

Pause.

"Chris, do you trust me?"

He nodded slowly.

"So trust me when I say it's safe to take down the forcefield. I'll be right here when you do. It's okay to be scared…but I'm going to be here for you."

Everyone watched as the soft green forcefield slowly lowered, Hermione moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. Chris, returned the hug and resting his head in the crook of her neck he continued to cry.

Little Tiny Line Break # 42

When Chris had finally calmed down Poppy released him and they all, (well, aside from Draco and Snape because they figured it wasn't their place) went back to the room Sirius and Remus had been staying in.

"Nox, why don't you lie down for a bit?" Sirius suggested.

Chris, his arms wrapped around himself, nodded, "Mokay."

"Want me to come with you?" Hermione asked.

Chris shook his head, "No thanks. I'll be fine." He nodded to the others and headed through another door and into a private bedroom. Untying his boots he crawled under the covers of the bed and let sleep claim him.

Little Tiny Line Break # 43

"Alright, I'm Chris' whitelighter." John said, "If anything happens to him like today…you see a type of those arrows are deadly to whitelighters…the type he'd been hit with today is deadly to everyone. If anythign happens, you call me."

"Call you?" Sirius asked, "With what?"

"Literally call me, just look up and shout John. Whitelighters are able to hear things up here." He tapped the side of his head, "I'll hear you and most of the time I'll orb here straight away."

"Is there…" Remus trailed off, "anything we should know?"

"Besides the fact that any Halliwell witch's powers are tied to their emotions. And you should know, Chris has a hell of a temper just like his mum. So sometimes he needs a little help to keep himself in check."

"Alright." Sirius nodded, "I'll remember that. Nice to meet you."

"Okay. I've gotta go, the Elders are calling me." He looked over to the door Chris had left by, "Say goodbye to Chris for me."

"Will do." Sirius said.

John orbed out and Sirius practically ran into where Chris had gone, the dark haired teen was sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel.

"Looking at me Padfoot?" Chris mumbled in his sleep.

"You're supposed to be sleeping." Sirius smirked.

"I am." Came the sleepy reply from under the covers, "John get off alright?"

"You know he left?"

"Orbs." He mumbled again, "Tinkly."

"Oh…sleep well kit."

Sleepy green eyes opened enough to peer at Sirius from under the covers, "Kit? What happened to Nox?"

"Everyone's gotta have a couple of nicknames kid. And frankly I think either Kit, Kitten or Nox all suit you rather well, lest we forget DJ's, Kitty Cat?"

"Don't remind me." He groaned, pulling the covers over his head, "Every time I see them…"

"Sirius stop tormenting your son." Remus scolded from the doorway.

"Thanks Uncle Moony." A voice called from the lump under the doona.

"But could you sit up a minute, we need to talk."

He propped himself up against the headboard and frowned, "Remi what's wrong? I can sense the worry coming off you in waves."

"Your father and I need to go."

"What? No! You just got here!"

"Cub," Remus said, sitting on the edge of the bed, "It's not safe for us to stay here. Not everyone is as trusting you. And that Umbridge woman, she works for the Ministry of Magic…she doesn't like half breeds. And Chris, your father is a wanted man, you don't understand what goes on here…not everybody is as understanding as you are."

"I know Uncle Remus." Chris said sadly, "But it still sucks ass."

"Language!"

"Hey, I said worse then that before!"

"Maybe so but still." Sirius said, grinning at his son, "What Moony says goes."

"You do what he says?"

"Hell no!" Sirius laughed, shooting a glance at Remus he knelt beside his son and whispered, "It's just easier to make him believe he's in charge."

Chris grinned and hugged him, "Bye Padfoot."

"See ya Kit." He ruffled his son's hair.

"Bye Uncle Moony." Chris said as Remus gave him a hug.

"Now go back to sleep, with your power burn out you'll need a rest."

"But this isn't my-"

"No it isn't, but Professor Dumbledore said you could rest here til you're feeling better."

He nodded and wriggled back under the covers, "Ny Nighs." He mumbled.

Little Tiny Line Break # 44

Chris slept for another couple of hours, Hermione stayed in the room and asked Ron and Harry to go to class, kicking her shoes off she climbed on to the bed beside the young half-breed.

She didn't notice it, but as an unconscious Chris turned to face her the soft green forcefield returned, acting as a shield between them and whatever was playing in the shadows.

When Chris woke again he realised who was on the bed with him, her brown eyes were studying him inquisitively, "Afternoon sleepy-head."

"Hey, you haven't been here the whole time have you?" She nodded, "Mione you didn't have to do that."

"Yeah I did. I felt bad…and missed you. I was so worried about you when you were gone. And I never, ever meant what I said to you last night."

"Aw," Chris smiled innocently, "You like me!"

"Shut up!" she laughed.

"Oh please, you know you do!" he grinned.

A redness seeped into her cheeks, "Shut up or else?"

"Or else what?" Chris grinned cheekily.

"A certain someone mentioned you were ticklish."

Chris' eyes opened wide as she settled on top of him, "Don't you dare!"

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and then began a tickle war that had both Gryffindors shrieking and laughing like little children.

(A/N: Insert cheeky grin here I wanted to end on something cute. Hope you like it.)