AN: Hey, its Primordial Soul with the first chapter of Avis Blade!
My muse has abandoned me for most of my stories because of a lot things, some of them being school, procrastination, college, chores, and a minor car accident.
I plan on working hard to write chapters for my stories because of my muse vanishing. While I'm doing that, I've decided to post yet another pilot chapter.
This story is a Harry Potter/Transformers crossover. This is a story where Harry, at a very young age, is turned into a Cybertronian sparkling and sent far back into the past before the war starts. Harry will take the place of a canon transformer and take his name. After a lot of the Transformer stuff happens, I do plan on having Harry reentering the Wizarding World. However, they will never know what hit them.
Quick notes. Cybertronian Harry. Manipulative Dumbles, Ron/Hermy/Molly bashing, and in general pathetic light. This will be Op/Elita, Hide/Chrome, Jazz/Prowl, Sides/Harry/Sunny, Ratchet/Moonracer, and Bee/Arcee.
This story will also be pushed ten years forward. For example, Harry survived the KC in 1991, and would start school in 2001 if he attended.
Also, I wanted to mention that I have another story, Sterling Silver, posted in the Transformers movie section. I have sad about the low amount of views its getting, and I encourage you to reach and review. Because if you don't, the story will be removed eventually.
I hope you like this!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
On October 31st, 1991, it was a time of celebration for all kinds of people. However, this specific Halloween was much more special to a hidden group of people. For that day, Lord Voldemort met his end by the hands of a one year old baby after killing his parents. A baby whose name was praised all over Britain, hailed as the Boy who Lived. His name was Harry Potter.
The boy was currently at a house located in the small village of Godric's Hallow. The house was in ruins and entire sections of the walls were missing, destroyed by the magical backlash of Voldemort's Killing Curse. Not a sound could be heard. Nobody was living except for Harry. His parent's, Lily and James Potter, lifeless bodies laid on the floor.
One would expect Harry to be bawling at his fate, at what happened to him. But he was not making any sound either. In fact, young Harry Potter was sound asleep. Not aware that he was now an orphan. Not aware that he was responsible for the fall of the greatest Dark Lord in the Wizarding world. Not aware that he was hailed as the sole survivor of the Killing Curse. Not aware of his future fate.
As Harry slept, a giant man approached Harry, his teary face looking down at the sleeping boy. He reached down and picked Harry up, gently tucking him in his arms. As the giant man walked to a motorcycle and started it up, the young boy stirred. He opened his little eyes and looked up at the man holding him. Most other children would start crying at the sight of an unfamiliar person. But Harry Potter wasn't most children. He just stared at the man, bright green eyes staring into the giant's soul. The giant swiftly took off on the motorcycle, carrying Harry out of the village and towards where the person he trusted the most was located.
Far away, close to Number 4 Privet Drive in Surrey, two people were awaiting the arrival of the giant. Both were wearing ridiculous robes that would not be worn by anyone other than a wizard. One was a older Scots woman with a very strict face. Her name was Professor Minerva McGonagall. The other was much older and sported a long white beard. His name was Professor Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore and McGonagall stood on the street outside of Number 4, awaiting Hagird's arrival with the young Potter heir. The street lamps were dark due to Dumbledore's usage of his Deilluminator.
"I don't know about this, Albus. I've been watching these Muggles for several days, and they're the worst kind. They hate magic and won't hesitate to stamp it out of him." McGonagall said.
Albus gave a grandfatherly smile and replied, "Don't worry Minerva. I am sure that this is the best place for young Harry to be. With the blood wards I have set up, he will be safe from any Death Eater that may go after him for revenge. It will also give him a chance to grow without knowing his fame and becoming arrogant."
"If you're so sure Albus. But I still have reservations. Where is the child anyway?"
"Hagrid is fetching him. He should be along shortly."
"You trusted Hagrid with this? Surely someone else would be more qualified for this task?"
"I trust Hagrid with my life. He will be fine"
McGonagall huffed and stop speaking, awaiting Hagrid's arrival. Dumbledore took this time to think about his plans and plots.
McGonagall was indeed correct about this being a bad place for Harry to live. In fact, before sealing the Potter Will, Dumbledore read that Harry was never supposed to go to these people. Too bad no one knew that this was illegal.
Ever since his hearing of the prophecy, Dumbledore had found a perfect way to get rid of his mistake and gain control of the Potter resources, some of the most richest in Wizarding Britain. After he sacrificed Lily and James 'for the greater good' and had Harry temporarily halt Voldemort, he would place Harry with these filthy muggles who he would make sure would abuse and break the young boy. Therefore, by the time he entered Hogwarts, he would instantly view Dumbledore as his savior and do whatever he wanted in order to please him. Including his weapon and martyr after some more manipulation.
Dumbledore inwardly cackled at his brilliance. No one had a clue that he, a great 'light' wizard, was actually the reason for the past two dark lord's existence. No one had a clue that he was a master of manipulation and that his resources and titles were from careful political maneuvering, personal manipulation, and calculated murder. No one had a clue that he will eventually become the Emperor of Magic and cast down all of the filthy people that polluted magic's true power.
Dumbledore halted his inner musing as Hagrid landed next to the two professors with the young weapon in his arms.
"Evening Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall."
"Hagrid." replied Professor McGonagall.
"Did you have Harry, Hagrid?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
"Yeah, I got him here, Professor." Hagrid said as he gave Harry to Dumbledore.
As Dumbledore walked up to the muggle's porch and sat him down on it, he took in his martyr's appearance. Wispy black hair, eyes as green as Lily's, soft angelic features. His key to power was, in Dumbledore's mind, perfect for his plans. This was his centerpiece.
Dumbledore put a letter, one laced with compulsion charms that would make one instantly filled with anger and hate towards a subject, on Harry and walked toward the other two professors, both incredibly sad over this occurrence.
"Stay safe, Harry Potter." McGonagall whispered as the three disapperated.
As the three wizards vanished, Harry was left on the porch alone in the increasing cold night. It seemed that Harry was fated to have a cruel life, one dictated and shaped by others. He would a combination of other people's interests and beliefs and would never show any true interests or beliefs. He would solely live in order to die at the right time at the whims of a manipulative old man. He would find now happiness, no peace, no love. He would not truly live.
Magic had other plans.
Magic fumed at the treatment Harry was getting. He was Magic's chose avatar for this generation, her favored. To see him be treated as a mere weapon, a way to increase one's own power? She was appalled that one would knowingly place a child in an abusive environment without remorse. Magic would not stand for this. She was going to intervene.
But what to do? She needed a way for her chosen to live and have control over his life, yet fulfill the damn prophecy eventually. Magic knew she shouldn't of released divination from her archives when she arrived on this planet. It no longer mattered though. She just had to figure out a way to have the child truly live.
She halted as her mind registered the word child. Could that really work? Magic processed the thought and its positives/negatives. The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. Why not make the boy one of her children?
She started to work, certain of her choice. She would make the boy one of her children that would exist long in the past with the ability to fix everything. He would be able to live his life and help her own children survive yet eventually fulfill the prophecy.
Magic quickly finished her work. She concentrated on the boy, pouring power into his small frame. Harry's body began to glow brilliant blue as her energies transmuted flesh to metal, brain to processor, soul to spark. As the transformation finished, she harnessed the time powers she had been archived with by her creators and sent the boy far into the past.
Magic sighed as she cut the energy flow. The boy was now one of her children and in the past, able to change everything. She could already feel reality changing around her, adapting to the single change she had done. She didn't know what will come in the future for her, humans, and her children. But she did know one thing.
She, the Allspark, did not regret her actions.
FAR FAR AWAY IN THE PAST ON THE PLANET CYBERTRON
Orion Pax sighed in content as he waited outside the Well of AllSparks with his sparkmate Elita-One. They had long awaited the day when they would be allowed to get a sparkling of their own to raise, care for, and love. Today was that day.
"Oh, Orion, I'm so excited. What do you think it will look like? I can't believe that we're actually getting a sparkling!" Elita squealed, causing a few humorous looks to be sent their way.
Orion put a hand on his rabid sparkmate, sending amusement and happiness through their bond. "Yes, I can't believe it either. It doesn't seem like too long ago since I was a mere socially inept data clerk."
Elita chuckled as she leaned in and kissed his faceplate. "That you may be, but you're at least my socially inept data clerk, now running contestant for next Prime."
Orion sighed, "I still don't have any idea why the Lord High Protector put me forward as the next Prime."
Elita shrugged, "Who knows what Megatron is thinking? At least you're moving up in the ranks"
Orion opened his mouth to reply when a voice rang out, "Orion Pax and Elita One?"
The two sparkmates exchanged wide grins as they stood up and walked over to where a medical mech was located. The mech motioned the two inside to the arrival room, where sparklings first met their parents.
"Has the sparkling been created yet? Is it gorgeous? Can't we see it yet?" Elita asked.
The mech chuckled, having heard the cries of eager parents for vorns. "Yes, the sparkling has been created. He is functioning perfectly and is ready to meet its new parents. Although we were a little surprised on how he came out..."
The sparkmates opened their mouths to ask what the mech meant, but their words died as they took in the sparkling in the mechs arms.
Their beautiful sparkling.
Its armor was colored a beautiful red and white. Its small frame was perfectly proportioned to their eyes. The delicate faceplates, the closed optics, the small wings protruding from its back...
It was perfect.
Elita slowly took the sparkling, wonder and happiness and love shining in her optics. "I didn't think it would be a Seeker..."
The mech nodded, "There hasn't been any new Seekers for quiet some time. We were very surprised when the sparkling was one, especially to a pair of grounders like yourself."
Orion nodded and prepared to speak, but the words stopped when the sparkling opened its brilliant green optics.
Green optics.
The sight of the sparkling's first peek into the larger world instantly filled Orion with happiness. And he could feel the happiness turn to love as he felt the parental bond establish.
He could feel the sparkling's developing emotions, its curiosity, its confusion. Orion sent comfort and love through the bond, and beamed with joy when the sparkling responded with its own love.
Orion turned to Elita, whose parental bond also established, and asked, "What should we the call it?"
Elita smiled and looked down and the sleepy sparkling, taking in the wings, the thin armor, the green optics. And she knew exactly what to call it.
"Wing Saber"
AN: I hope you enjoyed that chapter of Avis Blade.
I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this, but I thought I would write this pilot chapter and post it since my muse for my others stories is missing.
Hopefully, Ace Chapter 6 will be up during this weekend as well, but I do have some homework plus some college stuff to do. I'll do my best.
Please review and respond. Thanks for everything!
See you later!
Primordial Soul