A/N: I really felt like crying when writing this chapter, I don't know why. Anyway, this has some sad moments, so on with the chapter.

Ana was worried, thinking about what happened to her boys. She didn't want to think about it but it was in the back of her mind. Just then voices appeared behind her door. A few knocks and someone came bursting in. A few villagers came rushing in, talking about some disturbance at the entrance to the village. Ana ran to where the others were pointing and saw the disturbance that the villagers were talking about.

A huge shaggy dog was sitting in the entrance of the village, thumping his tail on the ground. The dust on the ground was collecting in the air by the thumping tail.

*RUFF*RUFF*

"Alfred?"

The dog nodded and got up on all fours. Something about the way the dog was looked strange to Ana.

"Is that a leash?"

The dog stopped all movement. He felt something around his neck, a light fluttering movement when he moved his bead.

*ruff*ruff*

"Why?"

"ALFRED!"

A loud thumping sound came from behind the dog. A blonde human popped his head into the brushes. Violet eyes widened when they saw the tiny people surrounding the dog.

"Uh, hello?"

"Matthew?" Ana walked up to the human. "How?"

"Well, it was an accident," Matthew said.

All the tinies have circled the human and dog, getting ready to listen to what they had to say.

"I kinda ran into a rat in the human garden. Then my hand got trapped in the mouse trap and then the humans took me in-"

"Did they hurt you?" Ana asked, wringing her hands in front of her body.

"No. And then they helped me recover and then I was very curious so I climbed this big black box, and fell from the side. Then Arthur, one of the humans that helped me, did this kind of magic spell, and here I am."

Ana held her head in her hands. Arthur, why does that name sound familiar?

"Sweetie, how does this Arthur look like?"

"He isn't very tall, blonde hair, green eyes, very grumpy and then he has bushy eyebrows, but hey aren't that bad. And he has a British accent." Ana knew who that was. Memories of young blonde boy came rushing back to her, the smiling green eyes and then sweet laughter.

*"Ana!" a small voice called out. "Look what I could do!"

The tiny human showed off his new wand and waved it around, causing sparkles to come from it. Just then, two small figures popped out of the boy's pants. They didn't have anything good about them. They didn't have features, they were plain figures.

"Oh, boo," the little boy said, sagging to the ground. "Didn't get to do it."

"What were trying to do, Artie?"

"I was trying to make the sparkles very big but they only got shiny," Artie said, rubbing his tiny fist into his eyes.

"What do you have in your pocket?"

"There are something that my parents gave me, they said something about making life or something. The only thing that I could make with this is tiny people, because they were, at first, big silver blobs, and I was playing with them and they became little people, but with no eyes or ears or mouth..." on and on, little Artie spoke. Ana just stood there, smiling, listening.*

"And how Alfred get turned into a dog?" Ana asked, turning her attention on the shaggy dog sitting next to the human. The dog turned his attention when he heard his name.

"He got into some containers in Arthur's room," Matthew said, staring at the dog.

Alfred whimpered and put on his puppy eyes.

"Aww, sweetie, don't be like that," Ana said. "It's not your fault."

"Mom, we have to go," Matthew said, getting up from the tiny circle.

"Wait! I want you to give Arthur something." Ana turned around and ran back into the village, heading towards the well in the middle of the town. Coming back, she had something in her hand, a piece of cloth and some fur, green. "When you give this to him, give him some space." Ana handed her son the cloth and fur, stepping back and smiling slightly.

"But mom-"

"When you come back, I hope you stay as a human," Ana said. "It's better that way," she added, when she saw the sadness in Matthew's eyes, mirrored by Alfred. "Trust me."

The dog walked up to the tiny person, bending down to touch his nose to the ground. Ana kissed the fur slightly, wrinkling it in her small hand. Matthew crouched down, putting his hand, finger out. Ana kissed the finger and backed away.

"Bye, mom."

*Ruff*Ruff*

Francis looked out the window, sighing as their parents kept on talking about this girl they thought would perfect for him.

Arthur was out in the garden, worrying his lower lip. There were something about the silence that was hard to deal with. When Matthew and Alfred ran down the stairs, Arthur came down arguing with his parents. Then Matthew took the leash and left the house with Alfred at his heels. Ever since then, Arthur was in the garden.

"...She is very funny and she's an aristocrat..."

Francis sighed, rubbing his temple. Just then Arthur came in with something in his hands.

"Arthur, what do you have in your hands? Throw it away!" their mother said.

"Don't you ever tell me to throw this away," Arthur said, holding the items to his chest. "If you ever tell me that again, I am kicking you out. You are not my real parents; I don't care."

Francis got up and headed for Arthur. "What do you have in your hand?" he asked softly.

Arthur stared up at him and then looked at his hands. He opened them up, a piece of cloth sitting lightly on the palm of his hand and green fur sitting on the cloth. "They're something from my childhood, something that I forgot about until Matthew came back from the forest," Arthur answered quietly.

"Throw them away!"

Francis narrowed his eyes and turned around. "GET OUT!" he screamed. "You are really upsetting Arthur."

The parents left, saying they were going to be back and that Arthur better not be in the house the next time.

Arthur was still standing in the middle of the hallway, a small smile on his face. "Ana," he whispered, remembering his childhood friend. Then something hit him. He turned slightly to the right where Matthew and Alfred were standing. He focused more on Matthew and saw something that he didn't realize before Matthew looked familiar.

Francis took Arthur's hand and led him away from the two. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I know how to change Alfred back to a human," Arthur said. "I know how to change him BACK!"

Arthur ran up the stairs leaving the three occupants confused.

Three hours later, Arthur came down looking tired and grumpy.

Matthew and Francis were setting the table, Alfred running in between their legs. They all stopped when Arthur entered the room, holding a glass in his hands. They watched as he went walked closer to the makeshift water bowl they left out for Alfred.

"Hope this works," Arthur said, dumping the strange green liquid in the bowl. "We have to wait over night to see the effects."

The whole night after dinner Alfred was tossing and turned in the living room, having pains in his lower stomach. He didn't get any sleep that night.

Matthew, Francis and Arthur walked down the stairs, still a bit groggily from just waking up. As they made their way to the kitchen, they heard pots and pans sounding in the room. Matthew listened closely; he heard a few curses and the water run.

"You guys!" a voice sounded from the kitchen. "I made breakfast!"

A blonde came running out of the room, holding a pan in his hand, blue eyes shining happily. A pair of sweats ran low on his hips, the shirt he wore wrinkly and light green.

"Oh and by the way, Arthur, it worked," Alfred said, grinning a megawatt smile at the group of stunned blondes.

A/N: As always, reviews are welcome and they make me update a tad bit faster ^.^ .