An Autobot at Hogwarts: Year One
Teaser: Prowl Witwicky is an orphan with no memory of the past. He ends up at Hogwarts, making his way in a world not his own. HP/G1 Transformers crossover
A/N: Please tell me if this story is worth it. For those reading "Arena" I will get back to it. Writer's block, ya know.
Chapter 1: What's a wizard?
The young boy watched the scene play out. He had seen it many times before. The short yellow robot lunged at the intruders and got shot. The other three fought back but were cut down one by one. The boy tensed as he walked to the black and white robot. The red insignia seemed to glare at him. He stared into lifeless blue optics and woke up.
Prowl Witwicky sighed as he pushed himself up. He hated that dream, even if he was used to it by now. It was a clue to his past, he just knew it. But each time, the clue snapped at him and danced out of reach. The boy got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Sapphire eyes, so like the dead robot's optics (Did robots die?), looked back at him. He ran a hand through his black hair and turned to the shower. Only as the hot water ran over his back did he remember what today was. How'd I forget my birthday? Prowl hurried to finish showering and get downstairs. He snagged a white shirt and black jeans and paused long enough to put his pendant on. It was the only thing he still had from when he'd been found five years ago by a young police officer. He looked down at it, remembering the red insignia from his dream. Prowl shrugged and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hi Mum."
Mrs. Thorton smiled at her adopted son. He'd come into the family five years ago and she had forgotten what life was like without a son around. The blanks in his past had bothered Prowl for a long time but he'd gotten past it. "Good morning Prowl."
Prowl looked around. "Where's dad?"
"He's coming. Are we still going to the car show?"
Prowl grinned. "Of course." He was about to continue when an owl came flying in through the window. Mrs. Thorton gave a yelp of surprise as the owl fluttered to a landing right in front of Prowl. Both stared at the owl for a moment. There was a letter tied to its leg. Gingerly Prowl reached out and untied the letter. The owl gave a hoot and took flight again. Prowl watched it go and looked down at the letter in his hands. Mr. Prowl Witwicky, 5 Essex Lane, London. He flipped it over and looked at the crest sealing the letter. An 'H' surrounded by a lion, a badger, a raven, and a snake. His mother leaned it, eying the letter over Prowl's shoulder. He reached out and grabbed a letter opener. A few quick movements and the letter was open. He pulled out the papers and looked at the top one.
"Dear Mr. Witwicky, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…"
Prowl read through the letter, turning it over to see directions to "Diagon Alley." He examined the list of required materials and finally looked up at his mother. "Mum? What's a wizard?"
A/N: Well? What do you think? And before you point out that Prowl's surname doesn't match his 'mother's,' please remember that Prowl is (at this point anyway) an orphan.