Mrs. Figg, being the batty old woman that she was, did her best to help him and Harry get Dudley to his feet. She had yelled at Brooklyn for not keeping a close eye on Mundungus, and then screaming out she was gonna kill that man.

Just from that, he apparated in front of them, looking as clueless as ever. Hissing, Brooklyn stormed to him, grabbing his throat.

"Ere now, put me down, Brooklun!" Yelped Mundungus, struggling in the gargoyle's grip.

"You're nothing but a piece of hoarding filth, Dung! Stolen Cauldrons?! You're as useless as real dung!" Hissed Brooklyn with utter savagery. Mrs. Figg watched, looking quite satisfied at seeing him getting what he deserved.

"I had to fight three freaking Dementors by myself, with Harry being forced to do underage magic to protect himself because of you!" Brooklyn continued, Dung looking even more scared.

"Wha—? Dementors? 'Ere? Somebody's gotta tell Dumbledore—!"

"You bet they have!" Yelled Mrs. Figg, as Brooklyn threw Dung to the ground, who rubbed his throat.

"Go tell Dumbledore right now, or I will—!" Brooklyn threatened, gripping his hand into a tight fist, causing Dung to back up.

"And you can tell him why you weren't here to help!" Shrieked Mrs. Figg, holding up her bag of cat food.

Dung nodded, eyes looking frantic. "Keep yer wings and 'Airnet on! I'm goin'! I'm goin'!"

Once Dung was gone, Brooklyn, Harry, and Mrs. Figg all proceeded towards the house, and Brooklyn told Harry of his assignment from Dumbledore to secretly watch him.

"Why couldn't Dumbledore have let me see you? Does he think I can't be trusted to keep a secret?" Harry snapped, and Brooklyn grimaced, knowing that later there was probably gonna be a lot more explaining to do, plus he was gonna eventually tell off Dumbledore for leaving his little brother out of things. It was because of his choice that they were attacked at all!

Mrs. Figg waved the brothers a farewell, as Harry and Brooklyn both struggled to get Dudley over the threshold, who threw up all over the front door mat. It was practically night by the time they had returned.

It was complete mayhem with the Dursleys. As soon as Brooklyn had stepped inside with Harry, Petunia had shrieked at the sight of her unconscious son, pulling him into the house and placing him on a chair.

Vernon was staying back, eyes popping at the sight of Brooklyn again, who kept Harry close at all times, in case the whale decided to hurt Harry.

"W-what are you doing back here again? Why is our dudders so pale and-and?"

Brooklyn hissed. "Never you mind, Dursley! Harry had to save your son's butt from an attack. But when he wakes up, he won't remember what happened! You won't even say anything about it, either! And now, I need to inform my friends what is going on, excuse me!"

Leaving the living room into the hallway with Harry, He drew his wand, summoning his Patronus. He wouldn't let the Dursleys see his Patronus! They didn't deserve to look at anything beautiful like it.

Brooklyn had practiced the talking Patronus trick from Mr. Weasley the past week in case he didn't have his owl. He spoke his message.

"I had to rescue Harry from Dementors, if Dung hadn't already told you. Please send anybody you got from the Order to Number Four to get us."

With that, the Patronus was on its way, Brooklyn returned to the living room, where the moron couple stayed close, eyes wide. Harry stayed near Brooklyn with narrowed eyes.

"L-look, monster, I couldn't tolerate you coming into our house that time ago and telling me how to raise the boy! He should be grateful for what we have done for him! We put the clothes on his ungrateful back, fed him, and put a roof over his head, even if he is abnormal—!"

Vernon spoke the wrong word, pissing off the gargoyle. Brooklyn's wings extended, and he reared to his full height, making the man cower.

"Abnormal? ABNORMAL? Harry is as normal as me or any of our other friends! You call yourselves 'normal people', but all I see are idiots who can't see past the end of their noses! And yet you don't even acknowlege that he saved your stupid son's life!"

Before Vernon could retort back, two owls suddenly flew in, and Brooklyn took the letters from them. One was from the Ministry that was a letter of expulsion that he quickly put into his bag. He wouldn't let them see it.

The second one Harry had read aloud quietly to Brooklyn. Harry couldn't leave the house until they arrived.

Vernon had now reached the end of his rope. He couldn't stand all this madness anymore, especially getting lectures from devil like creatures that he couldn't even tell the cops about, for they would call him crazy if he tried.

"You know what, GET OUT! I've had it with you weirdos, leave this house immediately!"

Brooklyn stood his ground, holding Harry's hand and not moving an inch, until a third owl suddenly flew in with a red envelope, right for Petunia that landed on the coffee table.

"D-don't touch it, dear," Vernon croaked. It could be dangerous."

"That's just a Howler, it's not dangerous. Go ahead and open it," Brooklyn urged while Vernon glared at him. But she wouldn't dare. The envelope already began smoking, until it finally burst into flames, and a terrible voice spoke.

Remember my last, Petunia

Brooklyn was quite stunned for a moment. Who the heck even sent that Howler in the first place?

Petunia then did almost the most sensible thing by allowing Harry to stay, but couldn't leave his bedroom. And she even ended up bravely asking Brooklyn to watch him while taking Dudley to the hospital. Brooklyn at first didn't trust this, but he could hear a smidgen of honesty in her tone. So he nodded.

....

The remainder of the evening involved Brooklyn once again in his old room. It felt like a lifetime since he set foot back in here. He kept Harry's sanity in tact by telling him that somebody will come and get them soon.

After like an hour, the doorknob rattled. The brothers drew their wands, thinking the Dementors had come back. The door burst open afterward, revealing a group of people in wizarding attire, much to Brooklyn's relief. It was the Advance Guard.

He knew most of them. Moody was in the lead, of course, then there was Lupin, Tonks, and an African-American wizard named Kingsley Shacklebolt. He worked at the Ministry, but Dumbledore proclaimed he could be trusted well enough to be in the Order.

Tonks smiled. "Wotcher, Brooklyn!" He grinned back at her. Harry was just amazed that a whole guard of wizards came to rescue him.

Moody then guided them all outside, where Brooklyn had a pressing question for them.

"Harry had received a letter of expulsion, care to explain?" He demanded, brandishing the letter, but Kingsley shook his head.

"He hasn't yet. Dumbledore has persuaded the Minister from expelling Potter and to put him in a hearing." He said to them. Brooklyn felt some of the anger go down, at least his brother was getting a trial unlike Sirius, but was still mad for the Minister even thinking of pulling him out of Hogwarts for emergency magic!

Tonks gave Harry a smile. "Don't worry, you two, we'll explain things once we get back to Headquarters." Moody gave her a look. "Not here, Nymphadora!"

Her hair turned red from that name and told Moody not to call her that, and Brooklyn wondered why she hated it.

Moody ignored her retort back. "We are traveling by brooms to get to Harry's godfather's place, since he's too young to Apparate, and the Floo Network along with Portkeys are being watched and tampered by the Ministry."

"So, where's this going?" Brooklyn asked.

"We know you can glide for a good while, but since we have no time to stop because your wings can only take so much, I have a spell to help. It is a flight spell to strengthen your wing muscles, allowing you to fly for long distances, since you really don't need a broom," Moody responded, and Brooklyn's eyes widened in surprise, while Harry looked excited about it.

"Really? That would be-be-" he stuttered, not knowing how to thank him. His wings had always been strong enough before, but this would be a huge upgrade!

Moody chuckled.

"No need to thank me, lad. It is a spell Dumbledore gave me from an old spellbook that he thought would be helpful for you during these... certain times."

Brooklyn smiled wider than he had in ages. Who knew there was a spell to help his wings be stronger and last longer in flight! But hey, this was a magical world, almost anything was possible with these people. And the way Moody said lad to him reminded the red gargoyle so much of Hudson. Maybe one day the two of them could meet one another if the London Clan ever got his letter and messaged his family.

"You need to hold still for this spell. It would only be for a minute," Moody growled, pointing his wand and saying the words. Brooklyn shut his eyes, spreading out his wings, as the spell took effect, a warm breeze rushing against them.

After that, it stopped, and he flapped his wings experimentally, and they felt exceedingly stronger than they used to. Taking a breath, he flapped, and rose into the air, hovering above them all.

Harry's mouth was open in amazement, seeing Brooklyn really flying, and not having to rely on jumping off a rock or a tree! Brooklyn grinned, flying around the group once then landing on all fours. That was awesome for him!

Moody nodded. "It looks like the spell works well. Dumbledore adjusted it so it would last for a while." Brooklyn had another thought though since Harry probably didn't need a broom because he can turn into a gargoyle.

"Wait, shouldn't Harry get this spell, too?" He asked. Moody shook his head.

"No, not now, if they see Potter as a gargoyle, it would draw in more enemies. A disillusion charm and flying on a broom would be more undetectable. But let's all get going! Line up everybody!"

They did, with Harry and Brooklyn standing together after placing a dissolution charm on Harry. Moody stomped his staff on the ground, summoning brooms for the others. The group took off into the air, Brooklyn following them in their wake, smiling at the new strength in his wings. With this, he could fly to the moon and back!

Everyone flew into the clouds with Moody saying that they won't be followed that way. Brooklyn though, was still somewhat scared of Demona still trying to get her talons on him for his blood. Thankfully, the cool night air began to ease his tension, as he and Harry flew together in somewhat of a race, using the clouds as obstacles, enjoying themselves. He could easily detect Harry when he was invisible.

They all flew for another hour, until they finally arrived at the old apartments where #12 was, which was hidden in between #13 and #14. Moody caused #12 to appear between them, and they went in.

"By the way, Brooklyn, I wanted to tell you, you have some acquaintances waiting. I believe you might know them," Lupin murmured, as they walked down the hallway. Brooklyn was confused, until the door opened, revealing some people in a meeting. Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and... three gargoyles?

Brooklyn gasped, recognizing them at once. They had heard his message! They were actually here! One of them, Una, stood up. She ran to him, giving him a big hug. He smiled in happiness, so glad that he now had other gargoyles to help him protect his little brother from this lingering threat in the Wizarding World.