Brooklyn was quite irritated, especially at Sirius.

Neville had been in disgrace since the incident. McGonagall had banned him from all Hogsmeade visits, and he got a Howler from his Gran. Brooklyn had only seen her once that first year going to Hogwarts but had never met her.

Neville's Howler began to smoke, and Ron suggested to him to make a run for it. Brooklyn narrowed his eyes. He was gonna pound that dog man's face for all this.

He marched right out to find Sirius, who looked nervous, but tried to smile. Hell no, you're not getting away with this! Raising his fist, Brooklyn did a hard punch, sending the man falling to the ground on his butt, looking shocked that his new friend had docked him in the face.

"WHAT THE FREAKING HELL WERE YOU THINKING, BLACK?! EVEN AFTER I TELL YOU NO, YOU'RE STILL RECKLESS ENOUGH TO BREAK INTO THE COMMON ROOM, PUTTING YOUR REUNION WITH HARRY AT RISK!" He roared, pointing his talon at Sirius, who was rubbing his face in pain. Who would've thought a gargoyle's fist could hurt that much?

"I'm sorry, Brook. I couldn't just sit here, without knowing if maybe Peter had gotten tired of hiding and want to come back to Ron's side, then I could help-."

"I had everything under control. I didn't need your help. If I could fight MacBeth and Demona, I can certainly tower over Peter," Brooklyn huffed, folding his arms. Then Sirius knew he didn't need to do anything, and he slowly nodded.

"So... when will I be able to see Harry?" he questioned. Brooklyn froze a little, before saying something.

"We may have to put it on hold for a day or two until things calm down. The common room now has high security trolls who even look at me suspiciously. But I will get Harry out here whenever I can, and hopefully Peter with us."

Sirius nodded again, and Brooklyn suddenly spotted Harry and Ron walking to Hagrid's hut, and he wondered what was up.

"I have to go. If my friends are going to see Hagrid, something must either be wrong, or hopefully something else," he said, waving as he left. Sirius then grinned.

"Well, it's not every day you get punched by a gargoyle who cares for your safety and sanity!" He called humorously as he turned into a dog and raced off, making Brooklyn chuckle, glad that Sirius still had his sense of humor.

Brooklyn managed to catch them before they went in.

"Brooklyn! I was wondering where you were. Hagrid invited us for tea, if you want to join," Harry exclaimed after seeing his brother running up. He nodded, as the door opened revealing Hagrid smiling at them.

The first thing Brooklyn saw was Buckbeak, sitting on the floor of the cabin. He had neglected to visit the Hippogriff since his lessons with Sirius, but Buckbeak was happy to see him as he nuzzled the gargoyle affectionately.

Hagrid chuckled. "Beaky's missed yeh, Brooklyn. But yeh've probably been busy tryin' to catch Sirius Black, huh?" Brooklyn smiled nervously. He knew that he couldn't say what he had really been doing in front of Hagrid, or Ron. This will be just for him and Harry.

"Yeah, I was," he replied. Plus, I'm trying to catch somebody else. Peter Pettigrew, he also thought privately, while petting Buckbeak's head gently.

Hagrid caught them up on how he had to go to a hearing for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, to appeal Buckbeak to the Ministry. Brooklyn himself felt a little guilty for not trying to help Hagrid, since he had been so focused on casting his Patronus. Hagrid noticed.

"It's okay, Brook. Yeh and yer friends have nothing to be ashamed of. Want some tea an' Bath buns?" He offered, holding out a plate.

Brooklyn was happy enough to accept the tea, but with the Bath buns… well… let's just say he had three more cups of tea afterward, despite Harry and Ron's warnings. Don't blame him, though. He got too curious about what Hagrid's Bath Buns tasted like.

That's when Hagrid brought up another sensitive subject.

"I got somethin' else ter discuss with yeh two," Hagrid said, specifically to Ron and Harry.

"What?" Harry had asked.

"It's Hermione."

"What about her?" Ron said.

The gargoyle folded his arms, glaring at the boy. "You know what," he growled, still sore at him for being called a devil. Ron saw his glare and his eyes flickered a little with guilt again, but he couldn't bring up the courage to apologize at that moment yet.

"She's been in a righ' state, been comin' down ter visit me a lot since Christmas. Been feelin' lonley. Firs', it was not talkin' to her because of the Firebolt, and now it is because her cat—."

"Ate Scabbers!" Ron interjected; the guilt now gone from his gaze as he looked angry.

"—acted like any other cat would. But she's been a big help, tryin' ter find stuff for my case. But I though' yeh value yer friendship more than rats and broomsticks…"

Harry and Ron looked at each other uncomfortably, and Brooklyn just sat there, watching their guilty faces with contempt. He knew they deserved that. Hermione didn't need to go through all this.

"Really upset she was, when Black nearly stabbed yeh, Ron. She's got her heart in the right place, and with yeh not talkin' ter her—."

"If she'd just get rid of that cat, I'd speak to her again!" Ron snapped, but Hagrid only smiled.

"Yeah, people can get pretty stupid about their pets," he chuckled, looking over to Buckbeak.

The rest of the day ended with them discussing the Quidditch Cup, and another successful adventure into Hogsmeade, where they explored Zonko's Joke Shop. Brooklyn enjoyed a lot of the different tricks there, especially the fanged frisbees.

Later that night, Harry and Brooklyn were the only ones awake, looking at the Marauder's Map together, because Brooklyn wanted to see what else was hidden on the map.

Suddenly, his eyes spotted the most unusual name, one that didn't belong. Peter Pettigrew, walking along the second-floor corridor.

"Harry, look," he muttered silently, to not wake anybody else. Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"But why is Pettigrew's name on the map? Didn't he get killed by Black twelve years ago?" he asked. Brooklyn himself knew that Sirius didn't kill him, but he knew that eventually, the perfect opportunity to show that to his brother will be coming very soon.

"Perhaps we should investigate?" The gargoyle suggested, so wanting to get his talons on that filthy traitor. Harry looked excited at the idea.

A few minutes later, the brothers were wandering the dark areas of the second floor. Brooklyn had a feeling that even if you were disguised as a rat, the map would still know who you were, so he kept his nose up and his night vision, to find the rat, while Harry tried to see the actual person.

But then, things got a little complicated when they saw Snape's name on the map, coming right for them, as Peter seemed to have gotten past them. Brooklyn hissed in silent frustration that he had missed him. Harry quickly turned off the map and extinguished his wand, just in time, as Snape shone his wand light onto them.

"Potter, Gargoyle! What are you two doing, wandering the corridors at night?"

"I-I was sleepwalking, Professor. Brooklyn found me and was bringing me back," Harry quickly said in his defense. Brooklyn nodded his head. But Snape just gave them an ugly stare.

"How extraordinary like your father you are, Potter. He too was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle."

Brooklyn narrowed his eyes. Insulting his brother's family took it too far.

"My dad didn't strut!" Harry snapped. "And nor do I. Now if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you lowered your wand."

Snape's eyes then drifted towards Harry's pockets. He demanded him to turn them out, and Harry brought out the map, now blank.

"What's that?" Snape demanded.

"Just a spare bit of parchment. That isn't illegal to carry around, is it?" growled Brooklyn, hoping that it would make Snape not get too curious, but it didn't help, as Snape snatched it away from them.

"Reveal your secrets," he said, pointing his wand. And to Brooklyn's surprise, the map didn't appear, but neat writing instead. "Read it."

"Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, offer their compliments to Professor Snape, and request that he'd keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business," Harry read, looking somewhat shocked, and maybe a little nervous. Brooklyn would have snorted in laughter at this if the situation wasn't so serious. This was something to tell Sirius later, though!

Snape snarled in fury. "Why, you insolent little—." Brooklyn stood in front of his brother, preparing to defend him, but just in time, Lupin appeared, his face looking quite terrible, as if he had been up all night.

Snape turned to Lupin, smirking. "Well, well, well. Lupin. Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?"

Lupin gave the brothers a soft smile. "Are you guys okay?" he asked. Brooklyn and Harry both nodded, as Snape then showed Lupin the parchment, telling him it was probably full of dark magic.

Yeah, and Peter Pettigrew is a flower, Brooklyn thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

But Lupin was more amused than angry it seemed, as he read the parchment.

"It doesn't seem quite so dangerous to me, Professor. Merely a parchment designed to insult anybody who tries to read it. I expect it is a Zonko artifact, but nevertheless, I'll investigate any hidden qualities it may possess. It is after all you say, my area of expertise."

Brooklyn was somewhat relieved that Lupin was able to get them out of trouble, but from the look in his eyes, he knew that they weren't quite out of the water yet. Lupin gestured him and Harry to follow, leaving Snape looking quite indignant.

In Lupin's office, the man's face changed, and he was suddenly quite disappointed looking. And just think how disappointed he'll be when he learns of your secret interactions with his old friend, Brooklyn's thoughts taunted him.

"Quite frankly, I am astounded that neither you or Brooklyn turned it in. Did it ever occur that this in the hands of Sirius Black is a map to you?" Lupin asked.

The two of them shook their heads. "Sir, I always was making sure that Harry didn't get into trouble when we were using it, I promise," Brooklyn protested, while Lupin watched him with a raised brow.

"I trust your judgement, young gargoyle, but I'm going to have to hold onto this map until Black is captured once more. Besides, allowing Harry to wander about, even with you near him is a pretty poor way to respect his parents' sacrifices without telling a professor. Now Brooklyn, I want you to return Harry to the dormitory. And don't have him make any detours on his own unless he is under your protection. And if he does, I shall know."

Brooklyn then nodded, as he guided Harry out, but Harry had another thought.

"Sir, just so you know, I don't think that map always works," he suddenly said.

"Oh?" Lupin questioned curiously.

"Yeah, it showed somebody we thought was dead in the castle," Brooklyn said.

"And who might that be?"

Feeling a little nervous, Brooklyn said who it was. "Peter Pettigrew."

Lupin looked quite shocked. "That's not possible," he said in a strange tone.

Harry shrugged. "It's just what we saw," he simply said, as he and Brooklyn both went on their way out.

Back in the common room, Brooklyn then knew he had to tell Harry before his chance was lost.

"Harry, remember that friend of mine that had been giving me Patronus lessons?" he asked. He looked up in interest.

"Yeah, why?"

"Perhaps, maybe in a couple days or so, I can finally introduce you to him, since without the map, you really can't go to Hogsmeade on your own anymore now," Brooklyn offered. Harry's face looked excited now.

"But, when you see him, please don't judge him so harshly, he had a rough life, and I have been the only one he could talk to," the gargoyle explained. Harry nodded, his face a bit confused, but was willing to do what he said, whoever his friend was.