Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Transformers, they belong to their respected owners, not me, don't sue me, I broke;

Surrey, England

It was a quiet day in the town of Little Whinging, birds chirping in the trees. The only thing that was different was the group of kids chasing a smaller boy around the neighborhood. The boy's heart was racing as he ran at full tilt trying to get away from his cousin and his gang. The boys name was Harry Potter and he was being chased because he was different. Harry was a wizard, and was getting ready to start his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry ran down an ally in the hopes of losing his followers, and found himself in the local junkyard where his cousin didn't like to go. He slowed down to a walk to catch his breath. He leaned against a car that looked like it didn't belong there. The car was what looked like an American police car. The car was torn apart, there were dents, scratches, lights falling off and missing, the car looked like it was in a stunt that went bad in a movie. Mumbling to himself

"What's this type of car doing in this country?" Hearing his cousin and his gang, Harry dives into the front of the cop car as the gang runs by.

"Hurry up, we have to be catching up to him by now!" yelled Dudley as they ran past. With Dudley and crew gone, Harry starts to look around the car that he just took shelter in. Harry notices that some equipment is still inside the car. The main computer used for looking up records was still inside, along with the radio and the keys to the car. Getting curious, Harry starts poking around the glove box looking for registration or insurance cards. Unknown to Harry he was being watched as he looked around the beat up "police" car.

Barricade was minding his own business trying to maintain what little power he still had left since he no longer had access to the Energon that he needed to make repairs and keep his systems running. Since his fight with Starscream over what should be done now that Megatron was defeated in Mission City. Barricade's sensors went off with the approach of a human at a high rate (for a human) of speed. He watchs as the human approaches and leans on him for support to catch his breath. Barricade was about to confront this "squishy" when more came running around the corner causing the one leaning on him to dive inside for cover. After the others were out of sight the small human started to rummage around as if looking for something. Getting curious, Barricade inquired,

"Is there something that you are looking for Flesh-bag?"

"I was just looking to see if…. there….. are….! WHAT THE HELL!" Harry then faints right on the spot due to shock. Barricade just starts to chuckle at the antics of the small flesh-bag in his cab.

A few hours later Harry woke up still sitting in the wounded decepticon. "Ok, it was just a dream, there is no such thing as a talking car." Harry mumbled to himself.

"That's where you would be wrong flesh-bag," Cade remarked "I can talk just fine thank you very much."

"Ok, this is not as weird as I thought it would be, what's one more crazy thing to happen to my life." Harry thought out-loud.

"So, do you have a name mister talking car?" Harry asked.

AN:

Alright, this was the first chappy of my story. What do yall think? I would like to take this time to thank my beta, Griffyn. I would also like to thank Black Dragon Queen for coming up with the name for my story. Anyway, review review review review .

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