Brooklyn stood out on a hot sunny day in Privet Drive, where he remained in a hidden spot in a grove of trees near Number Four. He had been assigned by Dumbledore a week ago to keep watch over Harry.

Ever since he had moved into Sirius's Black's house, Brooklyn had met a lot of new people in the Order of the Phoenix he had never met before, but it had people he did know that included a nice reunion with Lupin and the real Mad Eye Moody. Brooklyn himself preferred the real Moody over the false one.

One of those new people he met was the cheerful Tonks, who had the interesting ability to change her appearance, including the color of her hair. She had turned it red to match Brooklyn's skin one time that had shocked him, but her cheerful attitude won him over, and they became friends.

But if there was one person he didn't like in the Order besides Snape, was Mundungus Fletcher, a shifty smelly guy that always snuck in stolen items, making Mrs. Weasley yell at him that wakes up the screaming portrait of Sirius Black's deranged mother.

He had disturbed her once by tripping over a troll leg umbrella stand, and she started screaming at him, while Brooklyn tried apologizing over and over. Sirius rescued him by closing the curtains on her.

This house of Black, wasn't in the finest condition while the gargoyle explored it inside and out with Sirius. He showed Brooklyn the Black family tree, and gave him his brother's old bedroom to sleep in, Regulus Black. The bed itself wasn't too bad. Brooklyn could do without the intimidating Slytherin serpent colors though, but it was the best thing they could work with.

And then, there was the house elf, Kreacher. He seemed to hate Brooklyn the minute they laid eyes on one another, and he muttered constantly under his breath, about Mudbloods, werewolves, and monstrosities staining his mistress's house.

On the third week, Brooklyn had the unfortunate luck of being assigned with Mundungus Fletcher by Dumbledore to be at Privet Drive to watch his little brother.

"Why do you even keep this guy around, Professor? I really don't trust him, and I don't trust him to watch Harry right. I bet he'll scram the second there's danger around," the gargoyle had complained to the headmaster the day he had to leave. Dumbledore simply folded his hands together and gave him a small smile.

"He is the best person for spying, Brooklyn. Nobody would suspect anybody like him. I know you don't like Mundungus, but please try to tolerate each other and not have your covers blown. Only show yourself when danger is around. Mrs. Figg will help since she'll also be watching Harry," He answered, making Brooklyn kick the ground in irritation before answering "Fine, but why keep my little brother in the dark? He was one of the only ones besides me to see Voldemort return, and yet only I'm allowed to know about most of what's going on?"

Dumbledore's face looked grave. "He is still underage, and not qualified to join the order like you, Brooklyn, since you're the guardian of Hogwarts, we needed you in our league more than ever now that Demona is with our biggest enemy, and you know her inside and out. But Harry is too young to handle all this yet, so please, I wish of you to say as little as possible if you can, to keep him safe."

Brooklyn looked down, now knowing that Dumbledore was right, Harry was 15, which made him still a hatchling in the Headmaster's eyes. But this still felt wrong. He knew there would have to come a day to tell Harry everything, if he was the only one to defeat Voldemort. He had said the same thing to Ron and Hermione, who both looked upset at not sending Harry much news except saying Happy Birthday and sending presents.

Earlier, Brooklyn had been given the reveal that Mrs. Figg was a Squib, a non magic human born into a wizarding family and she knew Dumbledore, which was why she hadn't seemed so disturbed by his appearance those two years ago.

So now, here he was, stuck in this infernal heat, not allowed to see his little brother, and forced to do this with someone as untrustworthy as a rat. He slumped down with his back against a tree, folding his arms, wondering whenever anything was gonna happen. The only thing interesting that happened was Mrs. Figg threatening to flay Mundungus if he ever left for a stupid sack of cauldrons that fell off somebody's broom.

Mundungus was a few yards away, for Brooklyn could smell him from here. He was gonna take a long cold shower when his job was done, for sure!

The second day was no better, during the night he had been forced to sleep out in the heat, waking to blinding sunlight, and a loud cracking noise combined with smashing of pottery and the screaming of Aunt Petunia. Brooklyn couldn't reveal himself, though, no matter how badly he wanted to.

And you call this guard duty, when you can't even be close to the person you're guarding? He's my brother! Brooklyn hissed silently, pulling up dead grass with his talons. Usually patrols in Manhattan were much more exciting than this supposed important job Dumbledore claims it is.

After a time, close to late afternoon or evening, Brooklyn felt his handy device begin beeping in his saddlebag. He spotted Harry following Dudley and his gang of miscreants, including Piers. His eyes narrowed. He was gonna follow them. Who cares about the orders of not staying where he was.

He almost lost sight of them for a time, but spotted them at Mongolia Crescent, where Harry seemed to be trash talking Dudley.

Brooklyn had narrowed his eyes when Dudley suddenly began to speak in a whiny sounding voice, and Harry looked quite angry. The gargoyle even thought he heard Cedric and Harry's in Dudley's voice.

Not yet...not yet...he thought for himself, gripping his wand while hiding behind a car, ready to run out there in case things got too messy, which they did.

"Get that thing away from me!" Dudley had suddenly shouted, Harry pulled out his own wand at his cousin's neck.

That's when the weather took a drastic change, Brooklyn went from being boiling to freezing in just two seconds. Plus the lights went out. Not even the stars shone.

Brooklyn shivered, wrapping his wings, as he then decided it was no good to stay put any longer, he burst from his hiding spot.

"Lumos!" He cried, lighting up his wand. Harry turned around, eyes wide in shock.

"Brooklyn? What are you doing here?" Harry cried out in disbelief, while Dudley stumbled about, blubbering and flailing his arms.

"I'll explain later, but what's going on?" Brooklyn cried out, taking Harry's hand.

"I-I don't know, I've been thinking I did magic without meaning to!" Harry replied in a shaking voice. Even with the light from Brooklyn's wand, darkness pressed about them on all sides.

Brooklyn felt like this wasn't something Harry could do, but the cold was getting worse, normally, gargoyles didn't feel cold so much, but this cold felt all too familiar.

His eyes grew round. No the heck way! How could they even get here? The gargoyle stared about, while Dudley screamed.

"I-I can't see! I've gone blind!"

"Shut up!" Harry roared, as he lit up his own wand.

"I-I'll hit you! I swear I will!" Brooklyn heard this and growled. "You dare—!"

Wham!

Brooklyn heard a fist colliding with his little brother, and Harry falling to the ground. Utter rage filled him. Dudley had hit Harry, and you never, ever punch anybody who Brooklyn loved! Never!

"You—You—!" Brooklyn hissed dangerously, eyes flashing white, as Dudley began to run, but his anger suddenly turned to despair, as he heard that terrible rattling sound of not just one, but three Dementors!

"Dudley, Come back! You're running right at it!" Harry screamed, now trying to find his wand, then somehow using wandless magic to light it up. Brooklyn looked about desperately for Mundungus. Where the hell was he? This was a bad time for him to be off on his Tom foolery!

Brooklyn glanced over his shoulder, gasping as a dementor began gliding smoothly toward him. He could already start feeling the terrible power of the dementor slowly sucking away anything happy inside, as he tried backing away from it, already starting to hear Goliath's screams echoing in his head. But this time, something new was added, Voldemort's high evil laugh was there now, from that terrible night in the graveyard as the torture curse was placed on him…

Patronus...need Patronus… Brooklyn thought vaguely, backing up against a tree, the Dementor coming closer. He could smell its evil breath. Brooklyn screwed his eyes shut, pointing his wand again, trying to ignore those bad memories.

"Expecto Patronum!" He cried out, but all that came was a whisp. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Harry struggling, too.

"Ex-Expecto P-Patronum!" He yelled again, but nothing came this time, as the fog clouded his mind, the Dementor's putrid breath suffocating his lungs. Voldemort's smooth icy voice began to taunt Brooklyn, drowning out Goliath's cries, as the dementor closed one slimy cold hand tight around his throat.

Brooklyn struggled in its grip against the tree, trying to keep his face away while the dementor lowered its mouth towards his for the Kiss.

Give into Death, Brooklyn. Stop fighting…

The gargoyle could remember those words from that day in the Chamber of Secrets, as his hand holding the wand lowered, the dementor's mouth coming closer. He felt like he couldn't do the spell any longer, losing his strength...he would never see Harry, Katie, or his Clan again...

Then he could see their faces clearly in his mind, and it strengthened his heart again to fight back against the dementor's grip.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

The silver and gold Phoenix Patronus burst from the end of his wand, knocking the dementor back into the darkness as it released him. He fell on his hands and knees, shaking a bit, until he had just enough strength to pull himself up. The Phoenix flew around Brooklyn, giving out its song, making him smile. He had grown a liking to his Patronus, it was quite beautiful.

He could also see Harry's stag Patronus doing its job on the other dementor, who glided away in panic now that there were two Patronuses. The Stag and the Phoenix soared about each other, acknowledging one another's presence.

Brooklyn then saw the last Dementor closing in on Dudley, since he was a Muggle, he couldn't see it. The boy held his hands over his face, but the Dementor was most insistent, pulling Dudley's hands apart almost lovingly.

"Get it!" Harry commanded his Patronus. The stag charged, lowering its horns, knocking away the Dementor as it too vanished into the darkness. The warm air began to return , the stars and moon blinking back into existence.

Brooklyn stood there for a time after his Patronus disappeared, sweating and panting, still in disbelief at what had happened. What were Dementors doing here in Little Winging far away from Azkaban? Could Voldemort have sent them?

He couldn't answer that at the moment, looking over to check on Dudley, who was whimpering and shaking. What kind of bad memories did this kid even have, given him being the spoiled brat of the family? Brooklyn wondered to himself, as Harry tried to lift his cousin to his feet. Brooklyn had even taken the liberty of using Obliviate on Dudley, so he wouldn't remember the dementors, which was for the best.

That's when they were approached by Mrs. Figg, carrying bags of cat food, her eyes looking quite furious. Harry tried to put his wand away, but she yelled:

"Don't put it away, idiot boy! What if there are more of them around? Oh, I'm gonna kill Mundungus Fletcher!"

Brooklyn then knew what that loud cracking noise was, somebody Apparating. Mundungus really had fled the coop, leaving him to fight those monsters by himself!

One thing was for certain, Mundungus would not get away with abandoning his post!