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Prologue
Pain. Pain like he had never known before in all the millennia of his existence. A cold cruel voice saying "No! I want two!" The sound of scraping and wrenching metal, and then blackness as his optics went offline for what he was sure would be the last time.
Jazz was dead and there was nothing that any of the other Autobots could do about it. With the Allspark destroyed they had little to no hope of bringing him back online or so they thought. Optimus had taken it the hardest, refusing to even mention Jazz's name other than to say it with a deep sorrow that permeated the air around him like a death gong. He did remember Jazz's last request though.
Flashback.
"Yo Optimus?"
Optimus Prime turned away from the sight of Bumblebee being frozen and surveyed his first officer with a rather somber look.
"What is it, Jazz?"
"Well, ah wa' jus' wonderin'... if ah go offlin', could ya see that mah body gets over to a company called Grunnin's in England?"
"Why there?" Optimus asked, confused.
"'cause I feel that 'm gonna be needed over there. 'tsomethin'n I've gotta do... there's someone I've gotta save... Y'now?"
"What do you mean, Jazz?"
"Well, 'jus' gotta feelin' that there's someone over there that ll need me, an' if mah altmode could still work, 'n it might be nice to know that Ah was still useful to someone' after Ah go offlin'."
"Very well, Jazz," Optimus said, "I will honor your request."
End of Flashback
Optimus Prime was many things, but he was a Mech who kept his word. After seeing to it that Jazz's body was repaired enough to be transformed into his Alt Mode for the last time; Jazz was placed on a plane heading for England. More specifically No. 4, Privit Drive, Little Winging, Cery.
Chapter 1
Seven year old Harry Potter was feeling lonely yet again. Ever since he had appeared on the school roof just two days ago, he had been locked in his cupboard and wasn't let out. The only thing to keep him company were the spiders and his rather strange dreams, dreams that kept showing him a big place with really tall beings walking around fighting with one another. He couldn't understand what they all were about, but he knew that the red and blue one with the kind blue eyes appeared more often in his dreams than any of the other ones. There was also a smaller silver one who he liked to see because he was so playful and always made him laugh with the way he spoke.
At least his dreams were better than his waking hours.
"Boy! Make us breakfast!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said meekly.
"And also, I'll be watching to be sure no funny stuff goes on here. If I even see as much as a single thing out of place, you'll regret it."
"Yes Uncle."
Harry began to make the breakfast that his uncle, aunt and cousin had every day. He never got to have any of it accept for scraps he snuck away, and his family only gave him a loaf of bread and cheese for his one meal a day saying that he was good enough for only that and nothing else.
Once Harry finished eating breakfast, he went out to the yard to complete his daily chores. That night, sweaty, dirty, and tired, Harry watched Vernon pull into the driveway in a shiny new car. He started to shake, knowing he would be in trouble for not completing his chores quickly enough. Vernon exited the car, and once Harry was spotted, Vernon started toward him in anger.
"Boy!" Vernon shouted, and then Harry felt a blow land on his head. "You didn't get the lawn done! You useless, good-for-nothing piece of trash! Why I didn't send you to an orphanage when we first found you I'll never know! You're just as worthless as your parents! Go to your cupboard now!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said fearfully.
"And no food for a week!" Vernon roared, "You will stay in there until I say you can come out!"
"Yes Uncle."
Harry was roughly dragged into the house and thrown into the cupboard under the stairs where he slept. The door was locked, and Harry was left alone in complete, pitch black darkness.
End Chapter 1.
Next up, we see how Jazz is fairing in the matrix, and how Harry does without a week of food, and how Optimus and the Autobots are taking the death and last request of there comrade.