DISCLAIMER- I don't own Harry Potter or Transformers- much less their characters. However, I do own this crossover, my laptop, and my frankly terrible French skills...
...shame really... :(
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Tranquility
Location: Tranquility, Nevada
Date: 4th June 2009
Time: 3.00pm, Friday
Hermione Granger stalked along the sun-kissed pavement, wolf-whistles and stares following the delicate swish of her red dress and the sharp' click' sound as her heels hit the concrete confidently. She cast a bemused glance from behind her dark sunglasses at a boy who was standing in the garden across the road, drowning a patch of roses with his watering can as he stared at her, mouth agape.
She walked up the spotless white porch of the house opposite the gaping boy, fishing around in her black handbag for the key before slotting it into the lock and twisting. The door opened without so much as squeak and she stepped across the threshold gracefully, peeling off her highheels as she went.
With a sigh, Hermione trudged upstairs to her bedroom, sitting down in front of the vanity table and putting her handbag on the floor beside her. She tugged at the clip holding her hair up and let the full, glossy brown ringlets fall in delicate waves over her shoulders.
Her pale cheeks were dusted with a rosy blush giving her the look of a beautiful china doll. Her lips were a dark red, matching her dress and her skin was shiny and soft save for the delicate thin scars that ran up and down her face at various angles- barely noticeable but still there. She gently pulled off her sunglasses and looked deeply into the mirror for a few seconds.
That was the worst about her in her opinion- her eyes. The previous warm chocolate brown had been replaced by an empty almost black colour that gave her a haunted, dead look. The years of knowledge was still there but it had been dulled by the horrific experiences she had had during the war and the glimmer that once shined had completely disappeared.
The little 11-year old girl with a mane of bushy brown hair, bright eyes and a love of magic was gone, replaced by a dark, emotionless young woman who had lost everything. Quite a transformation, really...
With another sigh, Hermione placed the clip and the sunglasses in front of her and went back downstairs, fixing herself a glass of hot chocolate. She slumped on the sofa, mug in hand and glanced over the living room of her house.
The walls were a bright blue- almost turquoise- and the floor boards were a dark mahogany. A rectangular white carpet covered a section of the floor in the centre of the room, and a spotless sofa with soft, silk pillows sat on top of it. Opposite the sofa stood a large plasma screen which sat in between two massive bookcases. Pictures and paintings covered the walls, all of them stationary unlike in the magical world.
Tranquility, from what she'd seen so far, didn't seem that bad and her house was actually incredibly nice. After all, Hermione had arrived to restart her life, to forget her past troubles and to live in peace and Tranquility so far was looking up to it's name. Now the only thing standing in her way was the nightmares.
Nightmares seemed to arrive at Hermione's door every night and plagued her dreams with the screams and cries of her friends and family as one by one they died. Sometimes she'd hear the insane cackle of Bellatrix Lestrange from Malfoy Manor and feel the knife carve into her flesh, slicing the letters to make the word 'MUDBLOOD' or she'd once again be back at the ministry fighting for the prophecy. All the memories from Hermione's past would come to her at night and that in itself was far worse than any 'crucio' Hermione had ever had.
As the sun went down and the moon began to rise, Hermione sent herself up to bed, already dreading the night to come as she quickly dressed into her pyjamas. With a resigned sigh, she slid between the covers and closed her eyes as her breathing began to slowly even out. Much too quickly for her liking, Hermione fell asleep.
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"Sammy, please water the garden while you're outside! Your friends are coming tomorrow and I want everything looking nice for when they get here!"
Sam groaned as his mother handed him the watering can and trudged outside, head low as he muttered about mothers and their obsession with appearances. He glared at his guardian, Bumblebee, as he walked past, barely hearing the musical chuckle coming from the stationary Autobot.
"Havin'...fun?" Bumblebee pieced together through his radio and Sam groaned, moodily showering the roses with a light spattering of water droplets.
"I'll take that... as a no, then?"
Sam could practically see the amusement in his guardians voice as he kicked at a stone in the grass.
"Oh, however did you guess?!" He drawled out sarcastically, "Ugh... I've been doing her stupid chores all day! 'Sammy, clean the bathrooms!', 'Sammy, could you clean out the garage?', 'Sammy, I need you to dust all the table tops!', 'Sammy, this!', 'Sammy, that!'; I'm sick of it! It's supposed to be a garden party- they're not supposed to be visiting my room or looting through my wardrobe! The Autobots aren't even that fussy about things like that- well, other than the triplets and they-"
By this point, Bumblebee had already drowned out the sound of Sam's rant. He thought of his charge as one of his best friends, but sometimes, the young scout found him rather repetitive and dull, not to mention that half the things he attempted to talk to 'Bee about didn't make any sense to him. A prime example of this was relationships.
Humans didn't have sparkmates like cybertronian's did though they had a similar concept; true love or love-at-first-sight. This still confused Bumblebee though as, last time he checked, humans couldn't be brought back from a hundred years sleep with a kiss. In fact, Bumblebee had attempted to do so with Mikaela...only to be yelled at by Sam.
"-Bee? Are you even listening to me?!" Bumblebee snapped out of his thoughts as his charge waved a hand at him, frowning. He flashed his headlights once in response, reassuring his human friend who immediately went back to watering the flowers.
"As I was saying, she-" Sam suddenly froze mid-sentence jaw-dropping open and eyes widening. Bumblebee bleeped in surprise and alarm before following his charge's gaze to look at the figure walking along the pavement on the other side of the street. The scout literally felt his spark stop beating as he gazed at the woman before him.
She must have been the most beautiful thing he'd seen since landing on the planet. Her skin was a light bronze tan that practically shimmered in the afternoon sun. Her features were delicate yet sharp and had a soft feeling to them, whilst her hair fell in long curled waves around her. Though she was small, her body was curved and Bumblebee could see the muscles that not only layered her arms, but also her legs. Small scars littered her skin, tiny white lines that would have been impossible to see with ordinary human eyesight- not that this bothered him. In fact, it made her more attractive in Bumblebee's opinion as, on Cybertron, scars on a femme not only showed that she was brave, but also made her more valuable and beautiful as it meant that she was battle-worthy and had spirit.
::Oh...my...Primus...::
Bumblebee mentally hit himself as he realised that he'd just broadcasted his thought across the Autobot comm. link, meaning that he now had to deal with a load of paranoid cybertronians.
::What's wrong?!::
::Bumblebee, come in::
::Is it the Decepticons?::
::Talk to us, youngling!::
::Bumblebee, is something wrong?::
The last one belonging to his commanding officer, Bee had no choice but to tell the truth...
::Uhhhhh... I think...I've found my sparkmate...::
Suddenly, all the chatter on the other side of the comm. link went silent.
::...You what...?:: said Ratchet, faintly.
::Hahahahahahahahaha! Oh, Bee! I never would of thought of that one before! Good job!:: said Sideswipe, chuckling madly as Bumblebee growled.
::It's no joke!::
Everything went silent again.
::...Are you sure?:: asked Ironhide, finally breaking the silence...
::Positive...:: Bumblebee replied as the human femme entered her house on the opposite side of the street. ::I've...never seen something so beautiful before... She...when I saw her, my spark just stopped and I instantly felt drawn to her... It was like, she'd suddenly become everything I onlined for...::
The comm. link stayed quiet for a few seconds until a Arcee said:
::Hmmmm... It does sound like a sparkbond, but since none of us have sparkmates or sparkbonds...::
(A/N: In my version, just so you know, despite the fact that Ironhide and Chromia make an awesome couple, they WON'T BE BONDED! Likewise with Elita-1 and Optimus and Ratchet and Flareup. Also another thing to note, neither Jazz nor Ironhide will die, simply because I like them far too much. Okay? :) I hope it doesn't bother you to much!)
Murmurs of agreement travelled through the comm. link and Bumblebee sighed.
So...what exactly was he supposed to do now? He couldn't exactly go up to her and-
::So... What's her name?:: asked Sunstreaker.
Okay, so that question caught him off guard.
::Uhhh...::
Noticing the silence, Ratchet snorted.
::You'd better get a move on then and find out then, shouldn't you youngling?::
Bumblebee growled loudly.
::I'm NOT a youngling!::
Both Ratchet and Ironhide chuckled at this.
::You keep telling yourself that, youngling...::
Bumblebee rolled his optics at the old mech's attitude before he remembered suddenly.
::You're all still coming to the party, right?::
::Yes. Judy Witwicky is very kind to allow us to come here.:: said Optimus.
::I highly doubt she'd be as hospitable if she was aware that we aren't human.:: said Ratchet, dryly and Skids and Mudflap chuckled.
::Yo, 'erd dat right!:: they said and Optimus sighed.
::Yes... It is true that the humans do not react well to our true selves.:: He said as Jazz snorted.
::You can say that again!:: said Arcee.
::Speaking of humans, have you got the holoforms ready yet, Wheeljack?:: interjected Ratchet.
Said scientist scoffed loudly.
::Of course I have!:: he said, voice turning gleeful as he proceeded to go into more detail. ::They're now perfectly capable of eating human substances without the need of excretion and can now feel all pleasure or pain inflicted on them due to the new sensors I installed. Oh, you should see them in action! So smooth and clear- even better, they HAVENT BLOW UP YET! Hahaha it's a first, bet you didn't think I could do it, huh! Well, you-::
:: Thank you for your help Wheeljack. It is much appreciated.:: interjected Optimus as the sun began to set.
:: I believe we will need to meet this sparkmate of yours tomorrow, Bumblebee.:: said Ironhide and Bumbleebee whirled happily.
::Yep!:: he commed back as the stars gradually began to appear.
The comm. link once again went silent as the Autobots slowly fell into recharge one by one and Bumblebee looked up at the sky wistfully, Sam having gone inside long ago. He could hear the soft snores of his charge coming from his bedroom and, if he listened enough, he was able to make out the gentle, even breaths coming from the house opposite.
He smiled gently and closed his optics, his processor swirling with images of the beautiful new mystery who currently slept several feet away from him. His fascination stirred, Bumblebee fell into a deep recharge under the stars, his thoughts remaining solely on the lovely femme and the dark sunglasses that hid her from the world.
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How was it? I know it's kind of a fast start but I do want to get right down to it! Please comment on what you think so far and I'll work faster on writing a new chapter! Thank you!