The Spark of the Wizard
A short story I have wanted to grace you all with; it's home: the darkest parts of my vault. It is a crossover between Harry Potter (Duh) and Transformers. Why? For I have been putting off stories after stories on this fan-base (Transformers BTW) I hope you enjoy.
I do not own anything and the cybertronian language (Bold writing) is Bulgarian just for this chapter. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: Gone?
Harry James Potter; Wizard, boy who lived and the one to end the war between dark and light has been a pawn in a giant game of chess made by one man. His name: Albus Dumbledore the so called 'Leader of the Light' has been molding the perfect weapon to end the life of Lord Voldemort the leader of the 'Death Eaters' a lie if ever heard said. His other pawns deep in cover keeping secrets from there so called friend brings much joy to the old wizard's eyes but nothing could prepare him for this. Nothing could bring Dumbledore fear like an 15 foot tall machine looking down at the old wizard with a murderest look in his blue optics. How did this happen you may ask, well it begain as such.
"Harry my boy." Dumbledore says with a grandfather's look of joy in his eyes looking down at his perfect little pawn.
"Headmaster." Harry says returning the smile while looking up at the headmaster.
"I see Mister Weasley left you another gift." Dumbledore says looking at the sweets filled with his potion.
"I do see Headmaster, I have not had one yet seems Ron has been coming in every few seconds to see. He is such a good friend." Harry says looking down at his arm wrapped in a sling.
"What of Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asks.
"She has been acting skittish around me, seems like she's trying to hide something." Harry says with a shrug; well the best he can shrug with his arm in a sling.
"It seems so, must be the N.E.W.T.S coming up Harry, you know how Miss Granger likes to study." Dumbledore says in a slight chuckle.
"Yes, good night Headmaster the maid gave me some dream-less potion and I'm quite tired." Harry says with a slight yawn.
"Good night." Dumbledore says leaving the hospital wing with a wave of his cloak, Dumbledore walks through the empty castle hallways worried about his plan.
'Seems Miss Granger is growing a backbone, I must deal with it soon otherwise my whole plan goes up in smoke.' Dumbledore thinks to himself passing by suits of armor not noticing one of the suits has been removed.
-Harry's POV-
Harry awoke with a start standing before his bed was Dobby.
"Dobby?" Harry asks rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Yes Master Harry, Dobby is here to pass on a message." Dobby says sitting on Harry's bed.
"What message Dobby?" Harry asks as Harry hears heavy footsteps on the flooring.
"Dobby is to tell Master Harry 'He is not what he appears to be.' and that is all." Dobby says clicking his fingers and just like that Dobby was gone.
'What.. who is not what he appears to be?' Harry asks himself trying to fall back asleep but the heavy footsteps have been getting closer to his bed.
"Смятате ли той е тук?" A gruff voice asks in an unknown language making Harry curl up closer to the covers.
"Не съм сигурен храпов чувствам си енергия, но това е блокиран." the second voice says a whrill of pistons are heard as the voices stop for a second.
'Please don't find me.' Harry thinks to himself hiding himself under the covers.
"Optimus, хората са били хранене на пенливи порции наведнъж!" The gruff voice says.
"Сигурни ли сте, че старият ми приятел?" the second voice asks.
"Зная, че нямат носа Optimus, но моите sensers scaned бонбоните и открити следи от порции наведнъж, които правят drinker стане лични подчинен." The guff voice says as his pistons turn to the cloaked bed his shadowy figure looms over the covered bed.
"Тресчотка?" The second figure asks his shadow joins the first.
'I'm dead.' Harry thinks closing his eyes and waits for the end; the sheet that covered the bed is ripped from its place standing behind the ripped shield were two 6 foot tall robots.
"Пенливи?" the gruff voice a robot version of an ambulance asks.
"Тресчотка той не трябва да знаете на нашите език, ние трябва да го сканиране." the second figure a robot version of a semi-truck says as four green beams shoot out both the ambulance and semi-truck's eyes and scan Harry head to feet.
'This is it.. the end.' Harry thinks waiting for a cannon to the face or something from the machines before him but nothing; Harry opens his eyes and looks up at the machines before him as their eyes change back to normal no more green beams.
"Hello." The ambulance says trying out the new language he gained from Harry.
"You talked?" Harry asks with wide eyes.
"Yes he did, I am Optimus Prime and this is Ratchet. We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron." the semi-truck now known as Optimus says.
"Just call us Autobots." Ratchet the ambulance says with a shrug.
"Ok, I'm lossing my mind." Harry says breathing in slowly.
"You are not losing your mind Sparkling." Optimus says.
"We are running out of time, grab him and lets go." Ratchet says jumping out the open window.
"Running out of time for what?" Harry asks.
"A war is coming Sparkling and you are not to be hurt." Optimus says.
"Another war... and what is a Sparkling?" Harry asks.
"You are, and no this war is not of this world. It is not even of this space." Optimus says shocking Harry.
"Your an alien?" Harry asks with wide eyes.
"Yes, as are all who come from Cybertron." Optimus says.
"A Sparkling is?" Harry asks.
"A child version of our race." Optimus says shocking Harry again.
"I'm like you?" Harry asks.
"Not yet, the Cube will unlock your T-Cog and return you back to us little one." Optimus says holding his hand out for Harry.
'Do I want to go?' Harry asks himself looking up into the calm blue optics of Optimus.
"Spakling I promise you, you will be safe with the Autobots." Optimus says watching Harry slide from the bed and climb into Optimus's huge hand.
"Ground bridge open." Optimus says changing into his semi-truck form as he drove into the swirling vortex leaving behind Hogwarts and a whole load of broken machinery that now litter Dumbledore's office floor.
-END-