Brooklyn and the Boy Who Lived

Life at the Dursleys

Brooklyn was woken the next day by the sound of the promised thunder and lightning outside. Having lost his transforming magic, he knew it was going to take some getting used to especially when he wasn't able to be stone during the day.

He gave a small sigh of relief, grateful he wasn't stuck out there in the weather right now.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Harry came in with a plate of eggs, bacon, and a glass of water. He sat up, smiling at him.

"Thought you'd like some breakfast, I managed to sneak some from the table."

Brooklyn took the plate gratefully. Even after his dinner last night, he was still hungry.

"What about you?" He asked.

"I already ate, it's all yours," Harry responded. The gargoyle nodded and then began to eat. But he still had a question.

"It's probably a little personal for you, Harry, but, do you really believe that your parents died in a car crash?" Brooklyn questioned.

"I don't really know. My Aunt and Uncle never give me a straight answer. All they say is that they died in the car crash, and not to ask questions. But I've recently had dreams about it. All that I see is a lot of green light, but nothing else. But how does a car crash have green light?" He asked.

Brooklyn's eyes narrowed, stroking his chin in confusion. I feel like these supposed relatives are lying to him, he thought. He couldn't help but feel something darker happened to his parents.

Harry's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Enough about me. I want to know about you and your clan, Brooklyn! How did your story begin?"

Brooklyn shifted nervously. He never had to tell anybody about how they came to Manhattan.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Harry quickly said. The gargoyle then realized that the only way to lift the burden of the horrible night was to talk about it to somebody. And it will hopefully help him to continue to remember those he lost.

"It's a long story. It all started at our castle, Castle Wyvern in 994 A.D. led by Princess Katharine. There used to be hundreds of us guarding the castle and protecting the humans from invaders, even when the Princess and her wizard guardian, the Magus didn't really accept us. Goliath was the leader and the only one who had a name."

Harry's brow raised. "But what did you call each other?" He asked in confusion.

Brooklyn couldn't help but smile a little, remembering that little boy Tom who had asked the very same question. "Well, we called each other friend, simple as that, until we arrived in Manhattan, that's when we knew that we needed names, and decided to call ourselves after the New York landmarks.

There's Hudson, Broadway, Lexington, and our gar-beast, Bronx. I'm the only one in our Clan at the moment that has a bird's mouth. But I just thought Brooklyn could be a pretty cool name."

Harry ginned. "Well, you chose your names well," He commented. Brooklyn laughed before continuing.

He told Harry all about their best human friend who betrayed them and led the Vikings to invade the castle and capturing everybody and destroying most of the clan except for him, Lexington, Broadway, and Bronx who were sent to the rookery for scaring the humans not intentionally, but because of the mother of Tom calling Brooklyn a beast and throwing a piece of wood at him.

Harry was pretty angry at that undeserved insult, but let Brooklyn continue.

His story proceeded when they went to track down the humans. But then the Magus accuses them of killing Princess Katharine when she was really saved by Goliath. He then cast the Permanent Stone Sleep spell onto Brooklyn and the others for a thousand years until the castle rose above the clouds.