If this had been a life or death situation, or in the line of duty, Harry would never have walked up to Remus like he had, but the idea that he was faking it just never entered his mind. His eyes widened as Remus' hand closed around his throat, and he had nothing on Remus' strength as the man turned them over, and only pure luck caused the Petrificus to grace by the power of the spell actually blowing a hole in the ground next to his shoulder.
The one thing that Harry would never allow, however, was someone to take his wand, and he clenched his own hand around it as if his life depended on it. With the way Remus' hand closed around his neck, he almost felt as it did as he was very close to losing consciousness and knew that if he was going to do anything, he didn't have much time.
In that moment, he was grateful for his past, for the many times he'd been beat up by Dudley. With his free arm, he tried to break the iron grip on his neck, at least enough so that he could stay conscious, at the same time, though it was a chance, he silently thought Levicorpus, trying to aim his wand at Remus while doing so, but the world was losing focus and it would either work or he would have lost.