***HOGWARTS TRANSFORMED***

By Ayngel

Prologue

I do not own Tranformers or any of the characters and concepts within. I make no money from this or any other story which I have written about Transformers. I do not own Harry Potter, or Hogwarts or any of JK Rowling's other creations either.

This is going to be fun, I think! I've never written a crossover before! And I don't think anyone from G1 has gone to Hogwarts either. I know there are issues with electrical devices not working in Hogwarts, but there is a way around anything ...

Get ready for the magical and cyber worlds to meet ...

I think this is probably set during the third HP book.

Prime and Megatron – brothers in all my stories.

Enjoy!

Starscream doing magic?? Seriously - no warnings!

Within the canyon, under the clear blue desert sky, the Autobot leader paced anxiously. He hoped his brother would be here soon. It was unusual but not unknown for him to summon him when there was a matter which required the cooperation of Autobots and Decepticons. And this was one such matter.

As he waited, Optimus Prime thought again of the funny little human who had said he was from that place – what was it called again? The Ministry of Magic. That was it! Fudge, the human had called himself. Mr Fudge. A strange name, and one ordinarily given, as far as Prime was aware, to a sweet that humans ate. But then this human had been very strange. And as for what he had said and done ....

Well, Prime had thought up to then that he was getting a pretty good grasp of humans and their ways. Now he had changed that opinion.

At first Prime had been understandably sceptical, and had played along with the human more as a matter of public relations. He'd soon realised there was a great deal more to him than met the optic. Now, he thought back to the last part of the conversation.

"Cooperate with us on this, Optimus Prime, and you may remain on this planet. Fail to do so, and the Ministry will have no option but to apply to yourselves the normal sanctions imposed upon troublesome Muggles." Prime ran through those – being struck dumb, being rendered inoperative, being turned into a variety of objects or creatures, being compelled to stay in certain places and to do the same things every day. None of them appealed. And the astonishing demonstration which had been provided had left him in no doubt that the human meant everything he said.

There was a flash of silver in the sky over the east end of the canyon. Prime steeled himself, hoping that Megatron would not feel the urge to break the usual protocols they applied in this situation.

The silver robot landed, did a quick check around to make certain he was alone, and approached. It was most unusual for his brother to initiate one of these meetings under these circumstances. All through the war, they had sometimes found themselves in situations where they needed to cooperate to preserve their race. But for Prime to request a meeting when they were not in the middle of a conflict meant that it must be something else serious. Or at least, something Prime saw as serious. Megatron smiled to himself. Whatever it was, he intended taking maximum advantage of it.

The Decepticon leader crossed to where his brother stood in wait. "Prime!" he said. "Megatron! Prime replied curtly. They did not shake hands. "Well?" said Megatron, his red optics glinting. "Your business, Prime?

The Autobot leader took a deep intake. He chose his words carefully. "Megatron – we have now been on this planet for quite a while, and during that time we Autobots have had the opportunity to make a close observation of the human race ..."

Megatron looked at him. Sometimes he almost felt affectionate towards his brother when he started showing these silly little fascinations with other species. "Yes, indeed, you've done a formidable job of getting them on side, Prime. For what purpose, I have yet to fathom, as something tells me they are more trouble than they are worth. But it is your choice. Anyway, what is your point?"

"I think it's fair to say, Megatron, that our race is considerably superior to the humans race."

The Decepticon leader's fac broke into a broad smile. "Brilliant deduction, Prime! Is that what you brought me all the way here to say?"

Optimus Prime shook his head. He needed to get his brothers attention on this."No, Megatron. There's a lot more. The reason for this belief is, is it not, that until recently humans have shown themselves to be frail and vulnerable and lacking in power. They can build weapons, but their fragility can be seen by the ease with which they die when these weapons are used against each other."

"Indeed, Prime, they seem particularly adept at bringing that state of affairs about!"

"What if I were to tell you, Megatron, that there are a group of humans on this planet who are much more powerful than the others. They can do things ordinary humans can't. And their powers - are more like some of ours."

A look of amusement appeared on the face of the Decepticon leader. "I would wonder about your state of mind, Prime! Then if it turned out to be true I would be seeking a way to either get these creatures onside or destroy them!"

Prime sighed. "The sort of answer I might have expected from you, Megatron! And therein lies the problem. I don't think either of those options is going to be open to us. More, we have been told to cooperate with them or we will be requested to leave the planet."

At that Megatron burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. "Oh really Prime! This is too much. Are you telling me that the mighty Megatron should be dictated to by a bunch of - squishies? I don't think so!" Maybe his brother really had lost it this time, he thought. It must take it out of him, having to try and take charge of those self righteous twits in the Ark.

Prime caught hold of his arm. "No! hear me out, Megatron!" he said, his blue optics looking into the other's red ones as he desperately tried to convey the seriousness. I had a visitation from a most strange human who claimed to belong to a secret organisation here. It's called the Ministry of Magic.

Megatron controlled his mirth. He should, at least, hear Prime out. It would be to his considerable advantage if his brother had, indeed, suffered a glitch. "I've never heard of it!" he said.

"No, you wouldn't have ..." Prime considered, thinking back again to the strange meeting with Fudge. "... it seems the ordinary sorts of humans haven't either. These ones who belong to this group live quite separately from ordinary humans, and it seems that sometimes they are not even seen by them. They have a special name, too. They are called wizards and witches."

Now Megatron thought about it, that rang a bell. Some nonsense Starscream had been reading – Old European Fairy Stories, it was. When Megatron had hurled the book out into the Pacific Ocean, roaring at the Seeker not to read Earth propaganda, the Seeker had complained bitterly that it was "only make believe." Surely Prime hadn't been fooled by it?

But, curious now, he decided to find out more. "Do go on Prime! Tell, me, what exactly is it these "special humans" can do?"

Optimus Prime took a deep intake, relieved that at least his brother was taking an interest. "Well for a start, it seems that they can get from one place to another instantly. This - representative - I met with ... he just suddenly - appeared ...." Then noting that an expression of amused scepticism had returned to the face of his brother, he added: A bit like – er – like Skywarp."

The Decepticon leader threw back his head and roared with laughter afresh. "Well, so they've mastered teleportation? I must say, Prime, it does come as something of a surprise. I hadn't thought any human capable of such a thing. But in the scheme of all things the technology is not that complicated. And I mean, Prime – if Skywarp with his limited neural capacities can do it, then it's not beyond all reason that some humans could do it, is it?"

Prime felt frustrated. He might have expected such a response. "That's not what I mean Megatron!" he snapped. "These special humans don't have power chip rectifiers, or set coordinates, or anything like that. They think themselves in other places. Like they bring a picture of where they want to go into their imagination and then, it seems, they are there."

For a moment the Decepticon leader was speechless. He'd never heard Prime come out with anything this whacky before. "Fascinating, Prime! And how do you know this? This individual's say so?"

"Well ...., yes..." Prime admitted to himself that it did sound ridiculous. But like all the other outrageous things Fudge had told him, he believed it.

"And is that all?"

"No, Megatron, it is not! They have some sort of a device called a port key which seems to function like a space bridge. They can go quite long distances in groups."

"Well!" said Megatron. "Now that is interesting! I only hope it works a bit better than our own space bridge has here. Where do they keep this device?"

So many things he had not been sure of. So many questions which had been left unanswered. It was so hard to explain! The Autobot leader tried to choose his words. "Er – Fudge wasn't specific. I don't think they have one in one place. My understanding is that they take the form of ordinary looking objects which can be carried around."

Megatron was more interested now. If that was so, then it was impressive. And potentially of much value to the Decepticons. "Can these devices function across space?" he asked.

It was another damnable thing that Prime had only thought of after the meeting, once he'd got over the shock of it all. "I don't know, I didn't ask ..."

"Ah well there you are Prime!" the amused look was back. "What use is a space bridge if you can't get off the planet with it?"

Prime decided to let that one go. He decided to try another approach. He said: "He had this - article of – what the humans call clothing. He put it on, and it made him – invisible.

Maybe these humans were a little more technologically advanced than at first thought, mused Megatron. It may or may not be a cause for concern. But he wasn't going to let his brother know that. "So they've mastered electro disruption as well?" he said casually. "A dying art on Cybertron, because of the trouble it causes. Then, thinking of the racer who had caused them both so much grief over the vorns with his factional wavering, he said "it might be a good thing, Prime, for Mirage to have some competition. Even the score a little. You know what I mean?"

Why did his brother always have to think in terms of scores and competition? He was missing the point completely. "No, Megatron," he said, exasperated now. "You don't understand! It's not like that. This wasn't a generating device it was – well a piece of – cloth. He draped it over him and he was - gone."

"So it was a piece of electro disruptive cloth?"

Prime decided to get tougher. "Look," he said "I don't think so, Megatron. Now you listen to me! I don't think it was anything technologically advanced at all. None of this stuff is. It seems to be to do with something quite different. They call it – magic."

Megatron thought for a moment. The term was ringing another bell. "I have heard that word before," he said, "spoken in ancient Cybertronian. Was it not said that in the time of Alpha Trion some of the Alpha caste possessed magical abilities?"

"Yes, indeed Megatron!" At last, thought Prime, he seemed to be getting through. "I have a similar recollection. But all our records of such things are long lost. And with our advanced technology, it has not concerned us on Cybertron for many aeons."

The Decepticon leader now confessed to himself that he really was starting to find this quite interesting. "very well, Prime," he said, "you have my attention. What else can they do?"

At the change of attitude shown by his brother, Optimus Prime relaxed. Then he lowered his voice – almost as though he expected that they may not be alone in the canyon. What he was about to say would, he knew, be the hardest thing for his brother to grasp. "They have these little wooden sticks, Megatron," he said. "They call them - wands. They point them at people. Can make them do things. Hurt them. Do quite a lot of damage, seemingly. Even kill them!"

Now the Decepticon leader was puzzled. "You mean - Like a gun?" he said.

"No, more than a gun, Megatron!" These things have a wide range of uses. They can be used on objects as well, and they can make things get bigger, smaller, change shape, explode, disappear.... It seems they can use them to manifest holograms too. You name it!"

Now Megatron reconsidered his initial evaluation of his brothers' state of mind. "Oh come on, Prime! That's not possible!"

"I've seen it!" Prime knew that he must not lose his brother at this crucial point. "Megatron, he used his stick on me and I was the size of a turborat! Then he used it on a stone and made it the size of a transformer ..." His voice trailed off a little. That part had been profoundly embarrassing. Even though Fudge had quickly reversed the effects.

When the Decepticon leader just stared at him, he went on, working up to what, he knew, was the piece de resistance: "And here's the clincher, Megatron. These humans can transform! Yes, they can! They can turn themselves into other things. This Fudge character turned himself into a desk as a demonstration. I couldn't believe it!"

His brother shook his head, sadly. He went on, "And Megatron, they can fly! They ride these wooden propellant devices called broomsticks. To get around and - I believe they have races on them too, and a whole sport has developed around them."

The Decepticon leader was now incredulous. He could only wonder that his brother had lost it so badly. What was wrong with that medical officer they had? Why had he not spotted this? Sheer incompetence! Megatron made a mental note to see that Ratchet got an extra special pasting on the battlefield when they were out there again.

He decided to keep playing along, however. "How do these humans get to be like this?" he asked.

"It seems they're born this way ..." Prime was still perfectly serious. "Then they go to this special school where they learn how to master the arts. It's in a place ordinary humans can't find and have never heard of, and they can only get to it on this special train. ..." he paused " ... their sparklings don't mix with the – ordinary - ones, you see. Oh, and they have a special name for the ordinary humans, too. They call them "Muggles."

Megatron decided it was time to bring this to a close. He had things to do, places to go, and he needed to put the kybosh on this crazy stuff right now. It was clearly nonsense. Or if it wasn't ...

"If you ask me, Prime, the best thing we could do is to find they're lair and blow them away! I think you were right to call this meeting. We do need to work together on this."

Prime could only look imploringly at his brother. "Megatron, I beg of you to take this seriously! We would not be able to accomplish such a mission. These characters are not all in one place. In fact, they're all over the planet. They seem to get on with each other much better than ordinary humans. And you wouldn't even know one if you saw it!"

Megatron looked t his brother. Now he thought about it, Prime looked tired. He must, at least, be due for a vacation. Maybe he just needed a bit more understanding and reassurance. "Look, Prime ..." he said "I don't owe you any favours, but I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll get Ravage and Lazerbeak on to it. They can track them. Now I know there are those within your ranks who may be able to lend a hand, so for just this once I'm prepared to put our differences aside ..."

"Megatron!" Prime was angry now. "For once in your life will you listen ..." if only he had some way he could show his brother ...

And then he remembered it. Yes! That was it. How could he have forgotten! Opening a cavity in his arm, he brought out a small bottle containing a bright purple liquid.

The Decepticon leader's optics flared and he beamed when he saw it. "Ah! Prime! You brought some Premium Grade! How thoughtful! It's rather a small quantity, but better than nothing at all ..."

Prime looked his brother directly in the optics. "It is not Premium, Megatron!" he said. "I omitted to tell you that they make special energon as well called 'potions'. Now watch this ..."

Then, while Megatron watched, he poured a small quantity of the liquid over a rock.

Megatron folded his arms and waited. Keep humouring him ... he thought. But then he rapidly unfolded them. Then he positively gaped.

The rock rose slowly into the air. It hung there suspended for a few moments; and then it broke into a myriad of coloured particles which proceeded to perform a swirling dance right in front of the astonished Decepticon's optics. Then, as he struggled to make sense of the phenomenon and to find some rational explanation for it, the particles formed themselves into a floating Autobot symbol. They hovered, before transforming again into a Decepticon symbol. Then there was a loud bang and a flash and the particles disappeared. In their place, a pretty white bird rose and flew away up up into the blue sky.

Prime did not ever remember a time when he had seen his brother look so – speechless. Before that could change, he said "now don't go asking me what the scientific explanation is, Megatron, because there isn't one. I had Wheeljack carry out an analysis on a small part of that liquid and it is – a substance the humans call vinegar." Then when the Decepticon still said nothing, he said "I think we should play their game, Megatron! I have the sense that they could destroy us most easily."

Megatron nodded slowly. He was still trying to make sense of what he had just seen. Had he really seen it? Yes, he had. And if these creatures could do that ... then maybe there was just a hint of sensibility in Prime's suggestion ...

"All right, Prime!" he said stiffly. It would not do to give an impression that his brother was right. Just that, for the moment, he would give him the benefit of the doubt. "What are their terms?"

Prime sighed, relieved beyond all measure, but feeling exhausted now and wishing he didn't still have to spell out the hardest part.

"They want some representatives from our race to attend this special school of theirs in a demonstration of cooperation between our factions, Megatron, and their race. But not just anyone. It has to be Transformers with an aptitude for – magic ...."

Now Megatron started to feel angry. How dare this lot, however 'special' they were, tell him what he could and couldn't do. Him – Megatron! The future ruler of the universe ...

Prime was still talking. "They have four groups with quite different characteristics in this school and I was asked to choose an Autobot who would fit best into each group ...." He looked at his brother, "... whilst I had no trouble with a candidate for three of these groups, I did with the fourth. It seems like the most likely candidate for that group would be – a Decepticon."

The Decepticon leader was still cross. "I see," he said. "And if we don't cooperate?"

"They say they will - permanently disable us. And after what I saw from Fudge's visit – I believe them, Megatron!"

Megatron thought for a moment. Clearly, the answer lay in this school. A chance to infiltrate their headquarters. Yes, that was it! There was always a solution, no matter how impossible things seemed. Well, whatever idiots Prime sent to the place, they make not take advantage of the situation but he would. "Which Autobots have you chosen?" he asked.

"I had to choose according to who would most suit the groups but I also took into account of who would be most able to cope with the situation, Megatron. Now, they have one group who do not come from great beginnings but have big sparks and much courage...."

"Hmmmn ..." said Megatron, "that doesn't sound as though it's up our alley at all, Prime!"

"No, indeed," Prime said quickly. "I have decided that – Bumblebee should take up that position."

Curious now, and mildly amused, Megatron forgot his anger temporarily "An interesting choice, choice, Prime. The young buck shows talent, but seems constrained by some of your more veteran types. I am sure he will welcome the chance to further his career ..."

Prime went on: "It seems that these wizards also have much to do with natural things on this planet, and they are in touch with – creatures we haven't seen yet, and many strange plants. They wanted one who was interested in that sort of thing. I am sending Hound...."

Megatron beamed. Now that was good news. It dawned him also that this would not only be an opportunity to dispose of this new threat, but a way to get rid of troublesome Autobots as well. "A good choice, Prime! we won't have to put up with those holograms any more – at least, not those generated by the normal means!"

"Then they wanted one who was intelligent and resourceful, sharp and quick witted. I am sending Mirage. Also, as an Alpha caste, Mirage is the only one among us who may have knowledge of ancient Cybertronian magic."

Even better! Since the spy had decided he was on Prime's side this time around, he had caused Megatron no end of problems. "Another most useful choice Prime! Now, where do we come in?"

Prime was matter of fact, now that he had his brother's cooperation. "The fourth group would seem to consist of individuals who are devious and self interested. They believe themselves better than everybody else, and go to great lengths to get their own way. They will cheat, lie and steal if necessary to obtain what they want. That's where I need your help, Megatron. I don't have any Autobots who fit that description."

Megatron smiled broadly, a glint in his crimson optics. "Why, Prime, there are so many Decepticons who do that I would be hard pushed to choose the best one for the job ..."

Then a sudden thought came to him. If this was a chance to get rid of troublesome Autobots, then why not troublesome Decepticons as well. Why not his most troublesome Decepticon ...?"

"Starscream," he said, "is, however, outstanding in his possession of those qualities. It will be him!"

Despite not having particularly been taken by Fudge, and desoite being unhappier than he had let on about this whole deal, Optimus Prime did feel instantly sorry for the students at this Hogwarts place when Megatron said that. Then he remembered that Fudge had siad that the Sparklings were more than able to handle themselves. And they would have the Autobots, and those three ought to be able to keep Starscream in line. "The choice is yours, Megatron," he said. "But just bear this in mind. Whoever you send is going to learn some of this magic. Beware that the one you choose does not end up more powerful than you!"

Megatron laughed. "I think that has been attempted on a number of occasions, Prime. And proved futile on every one." Now he felt much happier. The thought of telling Starscream he had to go and stay in a place nobody else on the planet knew about or could see filled him with utmost glee.

"We are agreed, then, Megatron?" said Prime.

"Agreed, Prime!"

The Decepticon leader departed, now delighted with the outcome of the meeting. Despite the rock episode, he still thought that it was probably all vastly overexaggerated, a manifestation of his brother's paranoia. How could these mere squishies do all those things? But, just in case, they had an opportunity to find out. And if they couldn't really do it all - as he suspected - then they would get taken out, for wasting the time of the great Megatron. If they could – then surely all the chosen "students" were in for an interesting ride. And the thought of those Autobots and - better still - Starscream getting turned into something highly unpleasant or made to vanish with a wooden stick was a most pleasing proposition.

The Autobot leader departed, thankful that Megatron had cooperated. He had not told his brother everything. From what Fudge had said about the dark wizards, the last thing he wanted was them making contact with Megatron and some sort of alliance being formed. This way, their race was bound together on the right side.

Now, to get the "students" ready for their assignment. He only hoped the arrangement would work the way it should.

Stand aside Harry and Draco – they're coming!