He was so tired. So so tired. Alfred grimaced as he stepped on his hind leg, he could feel the blood trickle down his leg. Man, those foxes did some damage on his leg right there. How was he supposed to know that was their territory? He was just exploring the forest. Okay maybe he shouldn't have gone into the forest, it was called the forbidden forest for a reason. But Alfred was excited to try out his animagus form for the first time after succeeding! He can't just run around in school in wolf form!

Alfred was thankful that he had lost the foxes however the wound on his leg he had earned from trying to fight them was hurting a lot. Alfred panted heavily as he limped, how is he going to explain to Matthew about this wound?

Get to Hogwarts first. Think of how to get past everyone without letting anyone know about the wound next.

Alfred was starting to feel woozy from the blood loss. He shook his head and tried to steady himself. He could see the castle wall ahead.

Alfred found himself on forest floor.

So tired.

So close.

Was this how he was going to die? Die because his stupidity of going into the woods. He didn't even have enough strength to transform back. Oh man, Matthew is so going to kill him.

This was not how Alfred imagined him to die; he thought he would have died of old age, having lived his life to the fullest. He hadn't even said a proper goodbye to his parents, or Matthew.

Alfred whimpered in pain. He didn't want to die alone; will they even manage to recognize his body in this state?

Alfred squeezed his eyes shut and tried to stand but did no avail. He laid his head on the forest floor, feeling the leaves against the side of his face.

So this is how it is then, alone on the forest floor. Alfred let out a sad whine.

"Hello? Is there someone- Oh my god." A voice said in surprise, causing Alfred's head to snap up, hope filling his heart.

Oh no.

Of all people, he had to show up.

Arthur Kirkland, the infamous Slytherin prefect everyone avoided, aka Ice Demon Eyebrows.

He was known to be ruthless and cold hearted. Like his nickname, he had a sharp tongue and if you made eye contact with him you would freeze in fear with his piercing gaze. He was strict and unforgiving with the rules; being the only one able to stop the bad touch trio, the notorious group that wreaked havoc in the school from breaking any school rules under his watch. It was also known that the Kirklands were part of the Death Eaters, instantly making him bad news.

Everyone avoided him like the plague, so did Alfred, only a handful of students were daring enough to approach him, and were mostly like him: children of Death Eaters.

But here he was now staring at Alfred with a shocked expression. Alfred couldn't help but fear for his life, was Arthur going to kill him? Or torture him like what he heard about death eaters torturing their victims before finishing them off? No! Alfred refused to die like this! He growled warningly at Arthur, before feeling a wave of dizziness hit him resulting in a whimper.

He squeezed his eyes shut in pain, only to snap them back open when he felt Arthur kneeling beside him.

"A bite wound. Just a bite wound. Think Kirkland, what are you supposed to do?" Arthur murmured under his breath. "Aha!" he produced his wand and looked at Alfred.

"It might sting a bit, I need to wash the wound." He warned.

"Aguamenti!" A jet of cold water shot out of Arthur's wand. Alfred felt a tingle of pain, but was too tired to care.

"Ok. Tergeo." The dried blood was cleared off. "Ferula." Bandages spun up Alfred's hind leg, strapping it tightly to prevent it from bleeding again.

Arthur sat down and let out a relieved breath. "That should be it, although a Vulnera Sanentur would be better but I don't want to risk it as I'm not too sure about it." He patted Alfred's furry stomach. "All you need is a good rest and food. That reminds me." Arthur reached for his sling bag and rummaged through, producing a wrapped sandwich.

"That's all I've got, you're lucky I just had lunch." He held the sandwich to Alfred "Here. Eat up." He prompted Alfred to eat. Alfred refused to take a bite, weary of Arthur. He couldn't believe Arthur had healed him, and now he was feeding him? Alfred couldn't help but feel suspicious of Arthur; did he poison the sandwich or something? After all he had heard from Francis that a bite of Arthur's food was fatal.

"Come on. I didn't poison the food." Arthur prodded. When Alfred stubbornly refused Arthur groaned. "Oh for god's sake." He took a bite and swallowed. "See? Not poisoned, now stop being a fuss pot and eat so you'll regain your strength." Arthur chided.

Reluctantly, Alfred accepted the food.

Surprisingly, the food didn't taste so bad. Alfred gobbled it down within a few seconds. He felt a little better after that and rested his head on his paws to rest.

Suddenly he felt something warm covering his body, opening one eye he spotted Arthur laying a transfigured blanker over him, then standing up to admire his work.

"That'll do it." Arthur said surprising Alfred once again by smiling. Never in his years in Hogwarts had he seen Arthur smiled like that, it was kind of cute. "All you need now is rest, that was a nasty bite you had there but no broken bones. You're lucky I always pass by here everyday." Arthur chided Alfred, but then spotted his watch. "Oh I have to go, goodbye then Mr. Wolf. Get well soon!" and with that he left.

Mr. Wolf? What kind of name is that? Alfred scoffed at the Brit's name given to him. After resting for another hour, Alfred finally gained enough energy to shift back into human form and sneaked (more like limped) back into the castle, carrying the blanket along with him.

A few days passed and Alfred leg was fully healed, after getting an earful from his brother. However he kept thinking of Arthur's random act of kindness towards him. He had tried to confront Arthur about it but was give a 'fuck off' from the icy Slytherin whenever he tried approaching him.

So Alfred tried an alternative way, by meeting Arthur the same way he had met him in the first place.