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Harrison's POV

Snow crunched and he let out a whimper as his back made contact with the ground again. They were finally at the lake. Not that it was doing much good.

Even with a clear shot Quent was having a hard time bringing down the bear. The bullets he was using was only irritating the beast further. No matter how many they put in it, it never went down.

Harrison was now out on the frozen lake with no idea how thick the ice was. It terrified him due to the fact he couldn't swim. That was one of the skills he never got around to learning. Summers were spent hunting as a pack and spending as little time at the manor as possible.

In this particular moment he regretted it. If the ice broke he would not be able to swim away.

His ears flattened across his head as the bear came out further onto the ice. Creaks could be heard as it struggled to hold both of their weights. Another shot rang out opening up the beasts side. Then another blew out its knee causing it to fall heavily onto the ice.

Cracks began to appear on the ice where it had landed. They quickly began to spread. Harrison tried to get away from the cracks but it was too late. The ice opened up from under him and he plunged into the icy depths. The bear sunk like a rock and he was sinking as well.

He kicked his legs and tried to move his front paws. He knew if he changed back his clothes would only weigh him down further. The kicking however was only proving to sap at his draining strength. The freezing waters was taking what little strength he had after the fight.

There was only so long he could hold his breath. As the world went black he felt something wrap around his chest and he knew no more.

Quent's POV

As soon as the black wolf and the bear went into the water he was pulling his jacket off. Something told him that the wolf who saved him couldn't swim. Even if it could the injuries would hinder him even in the best of weather.

For years since the murder of his wife and young son he hunted wolves. Thought they should all be shot and killed for what they had done. Yet here was one that gave its life to save him.

Instead of letting the beast die he shrugged off his heavy clothes. Once he was in his under clothes he was in the water. The effect was immediate. Icy water made him almost breath in. It was only his willpower that stopped him.

Below him he could see the black wolf was sinking into the depths. He began to swim after the the wolf. The icy water sapped at his strength but years of being a sherriff and hunting wolves made him stronger than most.

It took what felt like a lifetime but he finally reached the wolf. He wrapped his right arm around it and pulled it close to him. Then he began to swim towards the surface.

If he thought the water was cold breaking the surface after being in the water was a thousand times worse. It was as if they were in the artic circle.

Before he could even consider how to get them both onto the ice a hand grabbed his free arm. Looking up he saw a dirty blond haired man with blue eyes. They gripped each other's forearms and with strength strength that wasn't human the man pulled him out.

The man barely gave him another glance once they were out. Instead he dropped to his knees before the wolf. He seemed to listen to the wolf's breathing or seeming lack of.

The man began to push on to wolf's chest as Quent began to get out of his wet clothes. There was no time for modesty. He spent too long in that water and if he didnt want to risk hypothermia then he had to get into his dry clothes soon.

The man was whispering in such a low voice he almost didnt catch what was being said, "Come on. You have survived against all odds this far. You can't give up now. Breathe damn it."

Quent could see a wand sticking from the man's pocket. Most people didn't know but he was in fact a squib. He was from the Ancient family of Parkinson but they didnt recognize him as such.

When they realized he was a squib they abandoned him to an orphanage. It was there he was eventually adopted into the Yaiden family. It wasn't often that he saw wizards around. They preferred to hide in their own world. Rather not deal with the muggles that they considered beneath them.

The way the man was going about trying to revive the wolf however, showed no such qualms. Quent knew from his own studies as child no magic would help here. At least not properly unless one was a mediwizard. Even then it was dangerous to perform under such conditions. Freezing and having water in the lungs. Dangerous things to be playing with.

The wolf let out a cough and water began to come out. The more it coughed the more water came up. It seemed the wolf would be fine.

Quent held his heavy jacket in his hands indecisively. His own clothes were warm enough. Despite being a squib he had gone and got them spelled with warming and cooling charms. The charms were now chasing away the icy cold that had seeped into his veins.

As the wolf began to shiver and try to curl in on itself he dropped his jacket over it. It had saved his life and going into the water would have been for naught if it died now.

With that done he growled at the man, "Who the hell are you? By the wand you are carrying, you're a wizard."

The man looked him in the eyes with a piercing blue gaze as he replied, "Malcolm Greengrass."