Disclaim Her: I don't own anything! If I did Sunstreaker would have been brought into the Bayverse, Ironhide wouldn't have been killed, and Harry would have gotten his revenge.

Harry looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled, his hands wrapped around a coffee cup. Two months ago he had been holed up in Grimmauld place, too scared for his sanity to stick his head out the door. Well his sanity and his life. He had a feeling that if one were to get on the wrong side of a reporter, than one's life could be forfeit. It was when he realized that he was acting more fearful of the reporters then he ever did of Voldemort that he came to a simply conclusion. He had to get out of England.

He had spent a week planning his trip. Going to the local library (muggle) under a glamour charm, looking up interesting places in English speaking countries. Who knew there was a Hell, Arizona? And a small town in Washington named after an eating utensil! He had finally made a list and after bringing it home with him he used a small crystal pendulum to pick his location. He still had issues with Divination, prophecy's in particular, but figured that it couldn't hurt to let a piece of quartz pick out his next home.

The crystal pointed three times to Mission City. Perfect.

It was only about twenty miles from the Hoover Dam so he would be able to play the tourist for a bit, and the city seemed large enough that if he had to run from attackers he should be able to hide easily. The apartments in the area were easily inside his price range, seeing as he had not only the Potter fortune but the Black as well. He had also inherited all of Riddle's wealth, which added up to quite a bit considering how much he took from his followers. So two months ago he had owled Gringotts and set everything up. All of his accounts here were linked up with them, just under a different name. Harry Potter didn't live in Mission City, but Hadrian Riddle did. Taking Black or Lupin for a last name would have made it too easy for someone to find him. So he took the last name of the man whom he had killed.

On this day he was walking through the streets, just taking in the sights, when a strange convoy of sorts rolled through. There was a multitude of military vehicles, followed by a few different civilian cars.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Hadrian muttered to himself, his paranoia began to rear its head before he quickly squashed it and went back to thinking pleasant thoughts.

Hadrian had decided that he liked the anonymity of living in a big city, it helped that the people were so involved in their own lives that they didn't notice his 'slip ups'.

After the final battle Hadrian's magical core began to grow. No one could figure out why until Hermione managed to find one of Dumbledore's journals. In it he had hypothesized that Harry's core was much larger than could be registered before the attack and then Voldemort did something to cause lower than normal readings after that fateful Halloween. Later entries showed that Albus eventually made the connection between the soul piece and Harry's own core.

Now that his magic no longer needed to fight back the soul piece it had grown by leaps and bounds. He had such easy access to his magic that all he had to do to make something happen was to think of it happening. That didn't sound too bad until one was in the middle of a busy café and had a pile of napkins suddenly floating over to you. Luckily, that time anyway, he had been right next to the waiter's supply area and no one had seen.

It all was yet another reason for the press to hound him.

The few weeks that it took him to learn to control his new power level had been pure hell. And very messy. He now had a lifetime ban from two restaurants and five shops in Diagon.

Any mention of these incidents still caused all of the Weasley's to break out in laughter.

Thinking of the Weasley's put a smile on his face. They were slowly getting away from the pains of the war. Luckily all of them had survived, though in Fred's case it was a very close call.

Ron and Hermione were engaged. Ginny, after telling him how sorry she was and why she only thought of him as a brother, was now dating Lavender Brown. Fred and George were with Alicia and Katie. Percy was now married to Penelope. Bill and Fleur were expecting their first child, and Charlie was back at the Dragon Reserve.

Molly and Arthur were doing well and were happy to be one of the only families to come out of the war relatively unscathed.

He still talked to them regularly over a set of mirrors much like the ones that Sirius gave him.

It was as he began to think about his godfather that everything around him went to hell.

Explosions went off around him as various vehicles seemed to break apart and reform into giant robots. In his shock his magic flared out and resonated with all of the unknown entities around him.

One of the fighter jets suddenly shot down at the street and on instinct Hadrian dropped his coffee and used his magic to create the largest shield he could to protect himself and those behind him.

The debris fell around him and the two other teens as soldiers began to yell out orders to one another.

"Wow."

Hadrian turned around, trying to keep the nervous look from his features, but not doing too good of a job.

It had been the boy who talked. "How did you do that?" he asked in a low voice.

"Magic?" Hadrian responded while he pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

"Some how, that really isn't as far fetched as it would have been a few days ago." The girl said. "I'm Mikaela, this is Sam. Thanks for saving us, magic or not."

Harry gave the two a grin, momentarily forgetting the battle around him. A solider ran up and grabbed Sam by the shoulder and shoved a golden cube to his chest. The short-haired brunette glanced at Harry before turning his attention to the other young man.

"You need to take this to the top of the tallest building. We're going to have someone get the cube out of here. It can not fall into Decepticon hands."

"I'm going to stay with Bumblebee. Send it with him." Sam handed the cube to Hadrian.

"What?" Hadrian shouted.

"Fine, I don't know who you are kid but since you aren't made of metal I'm guessing you're on our side. There is a chopper heading to that building, get there as quick as you can." Hadrian looked towards the building and nodded once before running as fast as he could to where he was told.

Will looked towards the other two as the raven-haired teen ran quicker than he thought he would be able. "So who is the kid and why did I just send him off with a valuable alien artifact?"

"Didn't get his name but he just saved us with a bright blue see-threw shield that just popped up out of no where." Sam said simply.

As Will was trying to keep his incredulity off of his face Harry was focusing his magic into his limbs, forcing his body to go faster. Unknown to Harry, his body had a golden gleam right on the surface of his skin that began to react with the cube he held in his hands.

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He raced down the street, the cube warm in his hands, with his mind wondering how in the bloody hell he found himself in these kinds of situations. He felt to artifact pulsing in his hands and felt a small transfer of energy seem to flow between himself and the now glowing cube. He didn't have much longer to think on it when an explosion rocked him and he slammed into a parked vehicle. While he feel his face caught on the Cube, leaving a laceration from the bottom of his scar to the bottom of his face, narrowly avoiding damage to his eye.

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All battle ceased as a glow and flash of power came from the street under fire. Where, previously, a lone youth was running than thrown into a motorcycle, now a youth lay bleeding on the pavement and a youngling Cybertronian stood. It was easy to see that she was a femme, her frame was black with silver accents and she stood almost a foot taller than the young man.

''Creator! Please wake up.'' The femme bot said in a light, soft tone as she picked up the dark haired young man and cradled him to her chassis.

As the others watched the duo were surrounded in a golden light that seemed to come from the cube still held by the human. Everyone watched until the light was so bright that they had to turn away. Only Barricade saw as the cube was absorbed into the human's chest.

Green eyes slowly opened and stared into green optics. ''I'm here little one.''

Those within hearing range tried to hear more of the dulcet tones. Although, those close enough to hear wouldn't be able to tell you that his voice had changed from what it was only minutes ago.

"Are you okay?" The femme held him to her and nuzzled her face to his gently.

As this was going on Ratchet was close enough to scan the two.

"Holy Primus." His words echoed in the silence that had overtaken the battlefield.

"Ratch?" Ironhide asked his longtime friend.

"A new spark!"

"Yeah we kinda figured that out when she stood up." Jazz responded.

"No! He has a spark too!"

At that all of the bots looked at the boy closer than before. Bumblebee noticed that the gash across his face was healed, but scarred. He data burst a photo of the boy's previous looks to Ratchet who then compared it to the enigma in front of him. The new addition to his scar didn't seem to be the only thing to change. He had lost the emaciated look that he had before and seemed to have gained a healthy amount of weight. He also looked as if he may have gained a few inches in height.

They were all silent as the young man continued to calm down the femme. Ratchet couldn't help but wonder how and why it had happened. He also wondered what her mental state was. She was in her second frame but seemed to have the mentality of a sparkling instead of a youngling. She was even vocalizing her distress like one.

The bots and humans alike all stared in shock as the femme placed the unknown on the ground and then she was engulfed in a green haze. Where a moment ago a six foot tall Cybertronian stood was now a little girl with black hair and green eyes of about three years of age.

"Shh, it's alright little one. Daddy's got you." Ratchet's scanners went into overdrive as he scanned the child. She still had a spark, and she still had a metal base structure but she had an outer layer of flesh! After a moment he realized that the un-named youth was the same!

Many of the bots were trying to stave off a cpu crash and the only one who was paying 100% attention to the organic was Barricade. Something about this youth seemed to resonate in his spark. For a moment he could have sworn his spark stopped when he made eye to optic contact with the verdant eyed beauty.

"Come little one, let's get you home." With that both man and child disappeared with a popping sound.

For a few moments all was quiet until Megatron roared with defeat and after transforming flew away from Mission City, his loyal Decepticons following.

None of them noticed the badly beaten Barricade as they left.

"Prime." The mustang transformer said softly after he changed form and walked towards the red and blue bot. "I request neutrality status. I no longer wish to side with that megalomaniac but have no desire to tempt my fate among your troops."

All of the Autobots looked at one another before looking back at the front liner/scout. It didn't take long to see why he chose to become neutral. He was damaged and yet none of them had fought him, he must have been punished for failing to get the glasses.

Barricade flinched as Ratchet came closer but when the medic simply began scanning for injuries he slowly relaxed. When he relaxed however, Ratchet quickly reached over and hit a certain sequence on his neck and Barricade became blissfully unaware.

So what do you think? I am allready working on the next chapter and I'm going to write it till my creativity for this runs out. Um, I really don't have a choice. Damn bunny got a hold of my foot and won't let go. All other stories will also be worked on in time, now worries.