The four friends entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day to find Malfoy entertaining a group of Slytherins with a seemingly very funny story. Brooklyn's eyes narrowed when one of them, a very snooty girl he never spoke to, Pansy Parkinson, suddenly noticed them.

"Hey, Potter! Monster Freak! The dementors are coming!" She shrieked, her ear piercing voice making Brooklyn growl a little in annoyance. It was just his luck that those pesky Slytherins would taunt them about those dementors.

He sat down with his brother in between Fred and George, where they looked over their new schedules. But Brooklyn found himself looking over towards Malfoy, who was putting on another fainting performance. Fred noticed him watching.

"That little git," he muttered. "But did you know he nearly pissed himself when he ran into our compartment as the Dementors came our way."

Brooklyn couldn't help but smirk at this. "Oh really?" He asked, now knowing he had something to get back at Malfoy for this.

"Yeah, though I wasn't so happy myself. Horrible things, those dementors."

"They sort of freeze your insides, don't they?"

Brooklyn's stomach clenched. He really didn't want to talk about it anymore as he got up to sit with Hermione.

"Hi, Brook! Just looking over our new schedules! We're starting our new subjects today!"

He nodded. "Sounds good. But—." He glanced over her schedule. "Are you sure that they got yours right? I mean, ten subjects a day? Isn't this a bit overkill?"

"Yeah," Ron commented. "There isn't enough time."

"I'll manage it. I fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."

Ah, so that's what she wanted her for, Brooklyn thought, now wondering what had happened between those two.

The first class was Divination, which made Brooklyn ponder why there was even a fortune telling class in the first place as he paced outside the trapdoor entrance. They had gotten lost and were forced to ask the painting of Sir Cadogan for directions, who still got on Brooklyn's nerves.

He had heard of the teacher, Professor Trelawney, whom a lot of the students say she was a fraud, but Brooklyn had yet to encounter her and see if she really was.

At last, his friend's class was over and they came out. Hermione looked a little cross for some reason, but Harry and Ron were mostly confused looking.

"If you ask me, she's quite shifty for a professor," Hermione huffed, as she struggled with her many books.

Harry looked somewhat alarmed, and maybe a little nervous.

"So what happened up there?" Brooklyn asked in curiosity, wondering how the fortune telling class went for him.

"I can't figure that woman out, Brook. She said when we studied reading tea leaves that she could see a strange black dog omen in it, the Grim."

Brooklyn's brow raised. "What?" he asked. He then recalled the black dog they saw when the Knight Bus found them, and his nerves shifted just a bit. That dog couldn't be the Grim, could it? But no, he couldn't really trust this shifty fortune telling or evil omen stuff, even when he saw it with his own eyes.

"It's just a load of nonsense, Harry. Don't let this overshadow your third year, okay?" He tried to reassure. Harry nodded a little, glad now he had a brother to laugh about this stuff with. He didn't think he could handle it on his own.

Suddenly, a mystic silvery voice came. "I saw in my visions this morning that I would be acquainted with the Guardian of Hogwarts that accompanies Mr. Potter. Please join me in a palm reading? It would be a great honor." It was the old bat. Brooklyn grimaced. He hoped that he could get away without having his palms read.

Ron was giving him a playful smirk, while Hermione just rolled her eyes. And he knew that he couldn't avoid this now.

"Just go on, Brook. Amuse her. We'll meet up later at Care of Magical Creatures, kay?" Harry encouraged, though he looked quite sorry for him.

"Gee, thanks," Brooklyn grumbled, as he climbed up, hoping this would be quick.

A strong, sweet smell immediately hit his nose, making him gag. The room was probably the strangest classroom he had ever entered: a mix between an attic and an old fashioned tea shop, with tables surrounded by fat little poufs. It was quite hot in that classroom, with the constantly lit fire.

He couldn't see the professor yet, so he decided to look around. Brooklyn spotted an interesting looking glass ball on a table, that appeared to be glowing a strange yellow light.

Okay, that looks weird, Brooklyn thought, as he moved closer. That's when he saw something.

A face, with glowing red eyes, and a terribly familiar one at that. She gave him a cruel grin, and he backed away, nerves rising, until a hand was on his shoulder and he jumped.

"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you, my dear," That mystic voice said, and he gave a small sigh when he saw it was only her.

"Uh, no problem," he mumbled awkwardly, glancing back at the crystal ball once more, only to see it not glowing anymore, and her face disappeared.

Must be the perfume making me hallucinate, he decided, shaking his head. He then turned to Trelawney, who in his opinion came in second place to Lockhart as the next ridiculously dressed human. She resembled a dragonfly more than a bat.

"I have to know, what did you see in the crystal ball, my young friend?" She asked in her melodic voice. He backed away as she came closer.

"Er, just strange light and-and glowing red eyes?" He answered, suddenly feeling very stupid. She raised her brow.

"Glowing red eyes?" she repeated. He gave a nervous smile as she suddenly took one of his hands. "What are you doing?" He questioned, so wanting to leave the room right now.

"You have the mark of a Seer, my friend. You have obviously seen something. Perhaps a person from your past?" Brooklyn quickly pulled his hand away, creeped out.

"Yeah, uh, it was great to meet you and all that, but I need to get to my brother's next lesson," he said in a fast and nervous voice, turning to leave. But her eyes looked most insistent.

"Why won't you stay? Surely you don't want to know the future? Your destiny of a Seer?" she pleaded. He backed up to the trapdoor entrance.

"I'm sorry. Some other time, maybe," Brooklyn apologized, as he began to climb down, wanting to get away as fast as possible. She watched him leave, looking somewhat crestfallen.

He sighed a little in relief as he made his way to Care of Magical Creatures, hoping now that Hagrid would do well. He was going to make sure of it, since the Slytherins were going to be there.

Brooklyn was confused at what he saw in that crystal ball. Did he really see Demona in it? He really didn't want to imagine her invading Hogwarts, attacking everybody, killing his brother… he shuddered at that image. He tried to push her out of his mind as Hagrid's hut came into sight, a group of students surrounding it. All he wanted to worry about right now was making sure Hagrid's first lesson went well, and to keep his eyes out for Sirius Black.

He spotted Harry and his friends, and joined them, while Hagrid spoke to the other students.

"Just in time, Brook! What happened back there?" Harry asked, grinning. He shuffled his feet.

"Uh, nothing much. She mostly looked at my palm and said I had Seer potential because I saw something in a crystal ball." Hermione looked quite astonished.

"That old bat really thought you could be a Seer? She's crazy!" She huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, guess so," Brooklyn muttered, as they walked with the rest of the class towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where a fenced area was. Whatever Hagrid had planned for his first lesson, it was something quite big.

Hagrid smiled over them all. "Alrigh', form a group over there, and open yer books to page 39!" That's when Brooklyn noticed that the other students also had that biting book he and Harry wrestled with.

Ah, they were for Hagrid's classes. Should've guessed, he figured, rolling his eyes. Then Malfoy stepped in.

"How do we open them?" He demanded in a snooty tone that made Brooklyn growl lowly. Oh, he was gonna get what was coming to him if he ruins this for his friend!

"Jus' stroke the spine, o' course!" Hagrid said to him in irritation, and Brooklyn looked over. "Yeah, Malfoy. Unless you want your hand bitten off, you'd better do what he says!" Malfoy gave Brooklyn a cold stare as he ended up doing it, and the book fell open.

Harry did the same thing with his, though Neville had the unfortunate luck of his book going haywire, and Brooklyn rescued and helped him out.

Malfoy watched the gargoyle from afar helping Neville, and an idea came to him. If his father's plans of having the freak use the diary to get him kicked out didn't work, perhaps he could do his own part.

"Terribly funny. Really witty, gods, this place has gone to the dogs. Wait until my father hears about this oaf teaching classes," he sneered. That got the freak's attention almost immediately.

Brooklyn stepped over to Malfoy, his eyes flashing. "Shut up, Malfoy!" He hissed dangerously, but the brat wasn't swayed, as usual. Malfoy slowly walked toward him and Harry, smirking, until his expression changed and he looked scared, pointing.

"Dementor! Dementor!"

Brooklyn's body froze, he and the others turned sharply, only to see nothing, and ending up with Malfoy laughing behind them, their robes over their heads and waving their hands tauntingly.

So not cool, brat! Brooklyn thought savagely, as Hermione moved them away as she gave the trio a nasty look.

That's when Hagrid finally revealed the creature of the day and was probably the oddest one Brooklyn had ever seen compared to a Centaur.

This time, it was an eagle crossed with a horse. Hagrid explained that it was a Hippogriff, whom he named Buckbeak. Brooklyn studied this bizarre creature. It had fierce yellow eyes, and sharp looking talons.

He then learned that Hippogriffs were quite proud, and really took offense to anybody who insulted them.

Hagrid offered to anybody who wanted to say hello, and immediately everybody except Harry and Brooklyn.

"Well done, yeh two!" Hagrid called cheerfully, and Brooklyn was startled at this.

"Hey, hold up! I'm not in this class, I really don't think—." But Ron shoved him and Harry forward and Hagrid just smiled.

"Come on, Brook! Give Buckbeak a chance, yeh'd like 'im, I promise!"

The gargoyle eventually gave in, knowing now that he lost this argument. He and Harry both held hands as they walked towards the Hippogriff. This was a new level of insane for him. How was a Hippogriff like Buckbeak gonna trust a gargoyle like him?

"Now, ye have to wait fer him to make the first move, it's only polite. Step up, give him a nice bow, and then wait to see if he bows back. If he does, you can go and touch him. If not… well… we'll get to that later, and don' blink too much, either."

Just perfect, now I have to worry about a horse eagle not slashing me to pieces, Brooklyn thought in worry, as he and Harry stood as still as they could, trying not to blink.

Then the two of them bowed, Brooklyn's eyes beginning to water, but he struggled not to close them. Buckbeak looked down at them with a cruel yellow gaze, squawked once, and, to the gargoyle's surprise, he ended up doing a graceful bow, sinking onto his knees.

Everybody except Malfoy clapped, and Brooklyn felt somewhat relieved that this creature was slowly starting to trust them.

Hagrid then said they could touch him. He and Harry held out their hands, moving closer. A close call happened when Buckbeak snapped his beak, almost making Brooklyn back out, but he gathered his bravery and kept going. He was unaware of Hermione that had taken Ron's hand out of being nervous. They both noticed this and turned away, blushing.

Buckbeak was so close now, Brooklyn could practically feel the beast's breath on his hand. His heart beat a million miles. This was so unreal. At last, he felt the surprisingly soft feathers of Buckbeak, and he and Harry both began to stroke the Hippogriff, who began to purr and even nuzzle Brooklyn's head affectionately.

The class cheered, and Brooklyn smiled as the Hippogriff's now not so fierce yellow eyes gazed into his own and purred more.

"Alrigh', I think he might let ye ride him, now!" Hagrid announced, and Brooklyn's heart plummeted. Say what?! He yelped inwardly, frozen to the spot.

Hagrid lifted Harry onto Buckbeak's back, and encouraged Brooklyn forward, who was a bit petrified, but then he heard mocking laughter from Malfoy behind him, and his eyes narrowed. He wasn't going to be teased about this one! Taking a breath, he pulled himself onto the Hippogriff's back, sitting at the front while Harry sat behind him.

Hagrid then slapped Buckbeak's behind, making him squawk out loud and gallop away. Brooklyn hung on, though not too tight to hurt the creature, until the Hippogriff raised its wings.

And before he knew what was happening, they were soaring into the sky, Harry crying out in surprise while Brooklyn mostly remained silent, staring down at the ground, as Buckbeak flew out towards the castle, soaring around its many turrets.

The wind blew in Brooklyn's face, and he could feel Harry gripping him tightly, as they glided down towards the lake now. He never imagined that he'd be flying like this! It was so surreal and incredible!

Brooklyn gazed downward at the water, seeing his own excited looking reflection. Buckbeak glided near the surface of the water, and then Brooklyn decided to do something crazy; he raised his own wings, and leapt off, feeling the air currents guiding him near Buckbeak, who trilled in surprise at seeing him glide, but bumped his shoulder in a friendly way as the two flew side by side.

Now this was definitely something that Brooklyn would remember: flying alongside his brother riding on a Hippogriff across the lake, the sun shining down onto them. He shut his eyes, feeling a fresh wave of joy and peace in his soul, quenching the thoughts of the dementors and Tom Riddle right from his mind. He could even hear Harry laughing and cheering next to him.

Eventually, he landed back onto Buckbeak, who guided them back to the forest, where Hagrid was waiting.

The cheers were quite loud as Brooklyn jumped off, making a grand landing, and smiling triumphantly. This was something worthy for the history books in his opinion!

"Well done, Harry and Brooklyn! And well done, Buckbeak!" Hagrid congratulated, clapping his hands after helping Harry off. He then thumped Brooklyn on the shoulder, who staggered again.

"That was some impressive glidin' there, Brook. Never thought you'd have the guts to fly alongside Buckbeak!"

Brooklyn simply shrugged. "It was nothing, really. And I'd say your Hippogriff liked me flying with him."

Hagrid grinned, then whispered, "How am I doing me first day?"

Harry smiled. "Brilliant, Professor!"

"Yeah, I say check this day off the list!" Brooklyn exclaimed.

Malfoy wasn't amused. Sure, that beast trusted Potter and the freak, but he was gonna prove that Hagrid should be thrown out if it was the last thing he did! He stormed up to Buckbeak.

Brooklyn noticed, and warned him to step back, but too late.

"Yeah, not dangerous at all are you? You great ugly brute?" Malfoy sneered, which ticked off Buckbeak.

I have a bad feeling about this! The gargoyle thought, wincing as Buckbeak reared, slashing Malfoy's arm with his talons. Hagrid pulled the brat away, who was putting on an over dramatic act about being in pain.

Hagrid ended up taking Malfoy to the hospital, dismissing the class.

"You coming?" Harry asked Brooklyn, who shook his head. He needed a few moments to think.

This was definitely trouble again for Hagrid. How was he gonna get himself out of this one this time? Brooklyn paced back and forth, thinking, until he felt something bump him. It was Buckbeak, who clicked his beak at him gently.

"Hey there, let's hope you don't get in trouble, friend," Brooklyn chuckled, petting Buckbeak some more. Buckbeak then pranced about like a pony, making Brooklyn laugh more. He then knew it was time to head back.

"Gotta go, but I'll try to see you again soon, okay?" He said, waving as he ran on all fours back to the castle.