Brooklyn's feet slammed to the ground, feeling his injured leg giving away as the trio all collapsed on top of one another, the TriWizard cup falling out of their hands a few feet away.
"You okay?" Harry asked his brother, who shook slightly from the unwanted painful pressure on his sore leg. He nodded, and leaned against a nearby rock.
"But where are we?" Brooklyn asked, looking about, his face falling at the sight of the many tombstones surrounding them, a small church nearby, and at the old mansion in the distance.
We're definitely not on Hogwarts grounds anymore! He thought in fear, imagining Katie back at Hogwarts, wondering why he hadn't returned yet. The cup hadn't returned them to safety like he had hoped!
Cedric was now staring at the Cup in shock.
"Did anybody tell you two the cup was a Portkey?" He asked in disbelief. The brothers shook their heads. They couldn't have known, or they would have told him before they grabbed it.
"Is this supposed to be part of the Task?" Harry suddenly threw out, but Brooklyn couldn't see it like that, it felt too sinister, too evil here, and it made him uneasy, as he glanced around for any hostilities.
"Wands out, D'you reckon?" Cedric suggested. Brooklyn was more than glad to do so, happy that Cedric made the suggestion first. Plus he felt like they were being watched.
Somebody indeed was watching them. A stranger in robes was coming out of the darkness through the graves. Brooklyn's nerves rose as he growled lowly, doing his best defensive position. He wasn't sure if he could still fight on this leg, but the gargoyle was still willing to go all out to protect his brother and his friend, no matter what condition he was in.
The stranger who appeared quite short was carrying a bundle of robes in his arms, that had something inside that moved like a baby. But was it?
The trio glanced at one another quizzically, wondering who this guy was, as he moved towards a towering marble headstone, and stopped, staring at them.
Harry suddenly screamed in pain, his scar on fire, as he crouched with his hands over his eyes. Brooklyn's eyes widened in horror seeing his brother in pain, and Cedric glared at the stranger, pointing his wand.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He bellowed in a brave voice. And what happened next made Brooklyn curse himself for having a useless leg.
"Kill and secure the spares!" Commanded a high cold voice, followed by a swishing sound and a screeching voice in the night.
"Avada Kedavra!"
It all happened so fast, Brooklyn shielded his eyes with his arm, not wanting to watch as the blinding flash of green light hit Cedric, sending him flying and sending him flying and fall to the ground, where he moved no more.
He lowered his arm, scared of what he was going to see, and what he did see, left him in cold shock, freezing him there.
Cedric Diggory was dead.
For a brief moment, Brooklyn was staring in numb disbelief and grief at the sight of Cedric's dead body. He couldn't think, he couldn't believe. It just was too terrible to be true. But it was. The corpse lay there, eyes blank and staring. His mouth was open in surprise.
Next, the man raised his wand once more, and Brooklyn gave a gasp as his body froze up, and he was raised into the air and slammed against a tombstone near the large marble one, thick chains wrapped around his body, holding him securely there all up to his neck. He winced in pain as the chains dug into his skin and sore leg, and it rubbed against his throat, almost choking him. The man nodded at his work, and whatever was in the bundle of robes gave a high cold laugh at his position.
"Brooklyn!" Screamed Harry, but the man grabbed Harry roughly, dragging him to the Angel of Death tombstone. Despite being wrapped up in chains, Brooklyn could read the name on the headstone in the flickering light of the man's wand:
Tom Riddle.
Jalapeña! Brooklyn yelped silently, eyes rounding in horror as Harry was being tied to the Angel of Death as well, but with ropes instead of chains. Harry struggled, but the man hit him with a hand that had a finger missing. Brooklyn knew only one ratty man with a hand like that, Peter Pettigrew!
"You!" Gasped Harry, but Wormtail didn't look up once, making sure Harry was securely tied, then putting a wad of black cloth into his mouth so he couldn't speak. Brooklyn struggled again, trying to ignore the sharp pain from his bonds, giving out loud growls of fury, as Wormtail hurried away.
Harry was able to incline his head just a little as he stared at Brooklyn, his eyes were completely round. And Brooklyn wished even more now that they can somehow survive this if Cedric didn't. He couldn't even move his wings to break through.
The thing they thought was a baby stirred in its robes at the foot of the grave near Brooklyn, who didn't like that thing so close. He didn't want to see what was in those robes, he didn't!
Then there was a hissing noise near his feet. Glancing down, Brooklyn stared in fear at the sight of a monstrous poisonous snake, a female one. She eyed Brooklyn with a weird interest, her eyes narrowed, tongue flickering out, making his blood freeze a little from her stare, before going to encircle Harry's tombstone. Brooklyn now wondered how this snake had even become Voldemort's pet.
Wormtail returned, dragging a heavy stone cauldron full of what appeared to be water, and he set it down, beginning to work on adding logs around it. It was a large cauldron, big enough for a full grown man to sit in.
"Hurry!" Screeched the cold voice, and Wormtail whimpered as the cauldron's surface began to hiss and spark after he lit the fire.
"I-It is ready, Master."
"Now!"
Wormtail opened the robes, and Brooklyn couldn't even describe in full detail at how hideous the thing was inside, it didn't look like a child at all, and its skin was hairless, scaly, and raw reddish black with terrible red eyes. Brooklyn had let out a yell at the sight of it while Harry's was muffled from the cloth.
The thing was almost helpless, wrapping its thin feeble arms around Wormtail's neck, who had lifted it, a look of revulsion on his features. Brooklyn watched, as Wormtail carried it over to the cauldron that was hissing diamond encrusted sparks everywhere. He dropped the thing into the cauldron. There was a loud hiss as it touched the surface, and the brothers heard it hit the bottom of the cauldron with a soft thud.
Brooklyn was scared of what was coming, wishing for the comforting arms of his leader Goliath more than ever. He just wanted to run, to hide himself from this terrible scene. But he was trapped, and unable to move his head away. He didn't even have his wand, that was lying a few feet away from Cedric's body and Harry's wand.
Please, gods. Let that pest drown! Please! Please let it go wrong! He prayed silently, watching the potion frothing and bubbling.
He heard Wormtail speak, raising his wand, that was shaking, and the cover of the tomb Harry was tied to lifted open. A fine trickle of dust came, that was the remains of a skeleton.
"B-Bone of the father unwillingly given, y-you will revive your son…"
The dust fell lightly into the potion, turning the surface a vivid poisonous blue.
Wormtail was whimpering now, and Brooklyn immediately knew what he was gonna do, feeling sick to his stomach, as the rat man raised his knife up high, holding his right hand with the missing finger above the cauldron.
"F-Flesh of the Servant w-willingly sacrificed, you will revive your Master…"
The gargoyle found himself staring, unable to shut his eyes from the disgusting act, the knife slicing Wormtail's hand off, blood spurting from where it used to be, and the man's screams torturing Brooklyn's hearing. He just couldn't believe he didn't close his eyes for this, but it was too intense to look away from. The hand fell into the potion with a sickening splash, turning the potion a bright red.
Wormtail then, despite his bleeding stump of an arm, now moved in Harry's direction, saying the third line, one Brooklyn thought would have shattered his very soul.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!"
Brooklyn was in anger and rage, struggling to use all the strength that he had for breaking his bonds again to shred Wormtail to pieces, shouting furiously at him to get away from Harry, but Wormtail ignored him completely, as he used that knife to cut the crook of Harry's arm, drawing blood and creating another scar. This was all too much for him! His little brother was in pain, crying out, and Brooklyn is unable to save him, still !
The filthy traitor then put Harry's blood into a vial. He poured it into the cauldron. It now turned a blinding white, frothing madly.
Brooklyn's eyes glowed as he growled loudly at Wormtail, his job now done, lying on the ground and holding his bleeding arm, curled into a ball.
Yeah, you deserve the pain, you monster! He thought viciously, as the cauldron disappeared, mist surrounding the scene as the small disgusting thing began to take form, looking more human like.
Brooklyn couldn't comprehend what was happening, he didn't want to as the man stepped out of the cauldron, his skin white and pale, the body skeletal looking. Icy terror flooded his veins as those traumatizing memories of being possessed came back to Brooklyn. The red eyes of the man now stared at Harry, who looked as terrified as he did.
"Rob me," his cold voice hissed, as Wormtail, still sobbing, grabbed the bundle of robes, pulling them over his master's head.
Lord Voldemort had risen again. Brooklyn was now afraid, for the entire world could be in danger, not just his Clan and the Wizarding World! This was no longer just a vision of him that had possessed him those years ago, he was really here now!
Voldemort examined his own body, hands like large pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, arms, and face. Those terrible eyes were slits, like a cat's, that gleaned an evil red. He took no notice of Wormtail, who still lay on the ground crying and holding his still bleeding arm nor of the snake encircling the tombstone where Harry was tied. And why would he?
Because again, he's a sick twisted bastard! Brooklyn thought, as he watched Voldemort pull out his wand from his pocket, caressing it too, then pointing it at Wormtail, lifting him off the ground, and throwing him against the tombstone, and he fell to the floor.
Voldemort gave out another cruel mirthless laugh. Brooklyn could hardly believe how anybody like him could be this evil.
"My Lord...you promised! You promised!" Sobbed Wormtail, holding his arm inside his robes that was now soaked with blood.
He bent down, pulling out Wormtail's left arm, and Brooklyn saw an image there on the arm, the skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. He put his wand against it, and it turned a jet black, making the rat man howl in agony.
The Dark Mark, a brand that all Voldemort supporters have, Brooklyn concluded, shaking as Voldemort examined it carefully.
"It is back," he said. "They will all have noticed it, and now, we shall see...now we shall know…"
Brooklyn also remembered those hooded men, the Death Eaters. They are going to be coming. They were in trouble!
Voldemort gazed suddenly at the red gargoyle, his grin growing wider, seeing a victim he used to control once again tied at his mercy, unable to break free now!
"So wonderful for you to join us on my return to full power, Brooklyn of Wyvern. Now you see me as I truly am, soon to rule everything, not just the Wizarding World!"
He then moved closer, placing a hand under Brooklyn's chin, then caressing his cheek, making Brooklyn snarl in anger from Voldemort having the nerve to lay hands on him again, and Harry was squirming in desperation at this.
"It seems only yesterday you were such a great help in opening the Chamber of Secrets, even though you wanted to resist me. But, I can admire that kind of strength inside you for having any kind of will, despite the fact that you get manipulated quite easily from your noble species."
Brooklyn shook with fury, hating the feeling of Voldemort's cold fingers on his skin. "I never wanted to help you! You can go straight to hell!" He spat, eyes flashing.
He grunted painfully as Voldemort grabbed his throat, cutting off his air supply.
"You will show respect, creature, for soon I have a friend that I will hand you over to, once I'm through with my special guest, your little brother, Harry Potter." He said in a stern soft tone in his ear, before letting Brooklyn go who panted for air, his head hanging down for a bit. Whoever Voldemort's friend was, he could tell he wasn't going to like them.
Voldemort then began to speak to Harry, of his family's history, which is what Brooklyn had heard before, from writing in the diary to Tom Riddle.
He now hoped that things couldn't get any worse than this! Voldemort returning was bad enough!
"Now, Brooklyn, it is time for you to meet my friend while we await my true family's return. I believe you know her. Come out, my dear," Voldemort suddenly said, beckoning with his hand to somebody standing in the shadows.
The eyes lit up in the shadows nearby, as red as Voldemort's. A terribly familiar figure stepped out into the open, and Brooklyn gave a small gasp, recognizing her immediately. After all these years of thinking he was far away from her in this magic world, she had somehow found him at last! But how?
Demona stood there, hands on her hips, a cruel smile on her features, while Voldemort did the same smile and chuckling cruelly.
"Hello, Brooklyn."
