Hi! Well, this is an idea that's been floating around in my head recently. I've become such a rabid Transformers fan that I felt I had no choice but to write something. This fic is highly experimental, and more than a bit strange. So don't be surprised if it darts into a strange place.
Just to be perfectly clear, because I don't want anyone reading this with any misunderstandings, this will be an eventual Megatron/Harry/Starscream. This is also more than a bit AU. I have, to my credit, watched both Bay movies, read All Hail Megatron volumes 1-4, and watched perhaps 3 episodes of G1. However, for this plot to work the way I need it to, certain things had to change. Don't like? Don't read.
Disclaimer: Niether Transformers or Harry Potter belongs to me. I'm just "borrowing".
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Part 1: You Can't Kill Me
By: Ceris Malfoy
It was a matter of desperation at this point.
Megatron, almighty leader of the Decepticons, was at his wits end: unable to do anything as his once great army starved to death before his optics. He was, as Starscream might have once said, a fool.
It had all seemed easy enough, at first. They had crashed on this miserable, insignificant little planet that nevertheless was extremely rich in its resources. He had been quick to start taking those resources, mobilizing the troops trapped on Earth and giving them an objective.
Energy for Cybertron.
They studied the planet carefully, plotted many raids that only occasionally were busted by the Autobots, and amassed a quickly growing stockpile of Energon for their starving planet.
How then, had it come to this?
Oh, he knew, even if he never wanted to admit it.
The answer to their downfall was reflected in the human boy's hellish green eyes; the solution to their misery promised with every breath the boy took.
His prisoner; his salvation.
He was going to kill this annoying pest! Megatron roared as the boy continued to laugh mockingly at him, green eyes glinting feverishly. He charged his fusion canon and aimed. "Any last words, you miserable insect?"
The boy's laughter stopped, and he smiled. "You can't kill me, you know."
He growled at the impudent little insect, rage rising in him. The insect – a human boy of perhaps 16 with the oddest green eyes – merely raised a delicately arched eyebrow, face impassive, eyes steady, and absolutely no fear in the face of the silver, 30ft tall harbinger of death and destruction.
"Oh, you can make me hurt," and there was something about the boys voice as he spoke that unnerved Megatron, made him stop and listen as the boy spoke. "You could make me scream and cry and beg…. But you can't kill me." A small smile twitched at the boy's lips. "After all, I'm the deal breaker – without me alive and well, you all die."
The worse part about it was the boy was right, but that didn't mean he'd let the boy think he had power over any of them. He (gently) backhanded the human, watching as the boy flew through the air and slammed into the wall furthest from him. "Watch your mouth, insect. All I have to provide is your body – the condition of it being alive was never specified."
The boy grunted and pushed himself up. Despite the obvious pain he was in, his face remained perfectly impassive. His eyes though… those burned. "We both know that's not true, Lord Megatron. Voldemort will not accept anything less than my death at his hands." There was a strange look in those burning eyes, a brief moment of pleading for mercy that was swiftly smothered by that passive resignation and burning hate.
"Besides," the boy continued, his voice gaining a certain sly tone Megatron would have to be deaf not to recognize – it was a tone Starscream often used when he was digging at Megatron's pride and self-respect. "What would your troops think?" The boy leaned forward and a lopsided grin crossed his face. "More importantly, what would Starscream think? You, the almighty Slag Maker, so weak and infantile that he couldn't even swallow his pride long enough to complete the deal that would once again bring glory to the Decepticon cause."
The worse part about every word the boy spoke was that it was all true. Right now this mere human boy was the only chance he had of gaining the energon needed to feed his troops and restore Cybertron back to its former glory.
And even worse was the boy's perceptiveness. Kept as he was in an enclosed cage in the Command center of the Nemisis (so that there would always be an optic or two on him), the boy got to watch Decepticon interaction. The boy managed to pick up on some things in regards to the dynamics of the commanding officers that made Megatron very nervous indeed.
Like his dependence on Starscream, especially now in these trying times.
Starscream was literally the only mech holding this army together. He was a notorious coward, a survivalist to the core, not to mention a traitor! The Decepticons looked at Starscream, who for once was not whining, plotting, backstabbing, or running away, and reasoned that if he could deal with it, then so could they.
What the rest of the army didn't realize, and what Megatron had thought only he had known (until the boy had revealed that he knew), was that Starscream was not a coward. He was a strong and capable warrior, but more than that, he was exceptionally intelligent and cunning. He played coward only long enough to live after commiting acts of treason that would leave any other deactivated instantly.
And for once his seeker, his Starscream, was actually working at his side, shouldering additional duties and keeping Megatron's army from collapsing from the inside out. If he, the leader of the Decepticons, Starscream's Lord, killed this boy and voided the deal that would save them….
Megatron was not blind, and he knew that Starscream would not hesitate to kill him, with the backing of the entire Decepticon army. They were all starving.
He growled at the boy again, and the boy merely shook his head and curled up, back to the wall and stared at him, eyes still burning.
Megatron could not stand that look; could not stand to hear what levels he was forced to stoop to in order to save his dying army; could not stand to watch as the world he knew burned to ashes in green eyes. He left, feeling vaguely like he had both lost and won a battle he hadn't even known he was participating in.
He had dismissed the organics on this planet as useless, powerless, and naïve. How …educational it had been when he had ordered a raid on a powersource in the UK only to loose complete contact with the small force he had sent there, including two of his Command Trine.
He still flinched every time he saw Starscream – the traitorous glitch of a SIC and Air Commander had not been the same since his brothers' deaths. The seeker had become sullen and withdrawn, and very, very dangerous. There was something like a storm brewing in those crimson optics, wild and free and promising nothing but death and yet more death.
Luckily those optics had yet to be turned his way – there was a reason he kept Starscream alive, and it wasn't because he had the prettiest aft he had ever seen on a mech. Megatron would never admit it to anyone, especially not to Starscream, but he needed Starscream, especially now.
There was a small subgroup of human lifeforms on this planet that could utilize a innate source of energy to not only bend the laws of the universe, but actually outright break them. These humans could transport themselves instantly away from danger with little to know warning, could kill with two words and a flash of green light, and could turn stones into chickens.
Or turn Cybertonians into dust.
And thus started the end of the Decepticon's success. This subgroup was the powersource he had discovered, and this subgroup was Not Happy. They hunted cybertronians down, Autobot and Decepticon alike. The remainder of both factions hid, utilizing their alt modes to the fullest extent.
Unable to risk drawing attention to themselves, the Decepticons were forced into a waiting game they were quickly loosing. Their energon was dwindling day by day, the rationed portions growing smaller and smaller until every mech in his army was only consuming enough to avoid stasis lock.
And then one day, one of the beings tracked Megatron down and offered him a deal – find, contain, and hand over one particular human boy, and he would provide the energy his kind needed. Megatron didn't think twice before accepting.
I hope everyone likes this!