Uzumaki Suiren: Yello, everyone. What's up? Well, I thought that I let all of you know that I am starting this account with a Transformers and Harry Potter crossover...um...well, it'll only have the spells, potions, and mentions of Hogwarts and our favorite characters from the books, but other then that...yeah. Well, anyways, I should warn you that I am obsessed with Transformers and adding crossovers though most of my crossovers are with Naruto, who I am also obsessed with, but enough about that. I well be doing the first movie of Transformers before going right into Transformers: Prime even though I do NOT like the animation artwork (A/N: To those of you, who like the artwork, more power to ya.), but I do like the story-line as it's not bad and more believable. Anyways, onto the disclaimer: I don't own Transformers cause if I did then Bumblebee would be able speak by the Third movie and Hotshot, Red Alert, Landmine, Overdrive, Prowl, and Leobreaker would have been added into the movies plus Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet, and many others wouldn't have been killed off and the new animations artwork wouldn't suck. I do, however own, Triton Magnus Alexopoulos. Remember to Read and Review to let me know what you think, but it you don't the twist that I make then stop reading and find something else. Also don't leave a review that's flame or I will find a way to block you. Ja ne.

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Triton Magnus Alexopoulos is an 22-year-old Marine and an older Brother from a Greek Pureblood Most Noble House of Witches and Wizards, who had moved to the States from England in the 1700s, and joined the Wizarding World colonies. However, he has a secret that only his Mother, the Head of the Most Noble House of Alexopoulos knows that he keeps close to the chest. Since the age of 5, Triton has kept his secret in the dark, but when his younger Brother's friend, Sam Witwicky buys a car that turns out to be an robotic life form from another planet, his secret is forced out into the open all while Triton finds himself falling in love with the Leader of the Autobots.

Slow Going Optimus Prime/Original Mech Hybrid Character(s)

Samuel James Witwicky/Mikaela Banes

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A man with hair that was a blue blended in with red in a military haircut and glowing aquamarine blue colored eyes, who looked to be in his late 30s, stood next to a hospital bed where a mid-back length brown haired and blue eyed woman, who was holding a powder blue bundle, was laying. Kneeling next to her on the other side of the bed was a young boy about the age of 5 with neck length windswept hair so dark that it's tinted blue with his bangs covering his forehead as the rest frame his ivory tone face and almond shape electric blue eyes. The young 5-year-old had a look of awe on his face and in his eyes as he gazed at the peaceful face of a sleeping baby boy that his Danniluk was holding.

"He's perfect," the man breathed.

The woman smiled at the blue-haired man as the young boy gentle poked his baby Brother's chubby cheek. The man's aquamarine eyes glowed brighter as he gazed at the two Siblings.

"What are we going to name him?" the woman asked him.

"Something that can go will with both of our cultures," was the man's answer.

"How about Apollo Magnus Alexopoulos?" the woman asked. "Apollo would fit both cultures and it'll continue with my families tradition of naming the males and females after the Greek Gods and Goddesses."

"It's perfect Hera, Sweetspark," the man informed her as he took her hand into his own. "Thank you."

"Mangus."

Ultra Magnus, the Autobot Commander of the Wreckers, let out a sigh as he meet her gaze.

"It won't be long before Optimus calls me back to help with the war," he informed. "I think I have about a good 6 more months before then."

Hera nodded her head as she turned her attention to their children with a smile.

"I wish that Apollo could at least get to know you like Triton has, but I know that it might never happen," she stated while he nodded.

With a small smile, Ultra Mangus reached into his holoform's black jacket pulling out a necklace and placed it around the infant's neck. The pendant was in the form of a gold colored lyre with a friendly wizened robotic face to show the newborns family ties hanging from the bottom of the the lyre which was hanging from a silver chain.

"The pendant and chain are made from that special Cybertronian metal that can never be broken even when it's rusted," the Wrecker Commander informed as he looked at the brunette in the hospital bed knowing that she was confused. "So that way one day he'll know where he comes from. It also works just like Triton Magnus' own pendant."

The blue-eyed woman smiled at Ultra Mangus before they turn their attention to the baby that was now soundly recharging peacefully and the young child, who had yet to remove his eyes from the infant's face.

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Before time began there was...the Cube.

We know not were comes from, only that it has the power to create worlds and fill them with life.

That is how our race was born.

For a time we lived in harmony, but like all great power, some wanted it for good...others for evil.

And so began the war: A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space.

We scattered across the Galaxy hoping to find it and rebuild our home, searching every star, every world.

And just when all hope seemed lost, a message of the new discovery, drew us to unknown planet called...Earth.

But, we were already too late. - Optimus Prime

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(17 Years Later!)

Flying high over the desert of Qatar were two Osprey military helicopters with one carrying an eight man Special Ops Team.

"Oh, God, five months of this," one of the men sighed happily. "I can't wait to get a little taste of home. A plate of mama's alligators étouffée... Mmm."

"You've been talking about barbecued 'gators and crickets for the last two weeks," another stated. "I'm never going to your mama's house, Fig. I promise."

"But Bobby, Bobby-" a young man known as Figueroa or Fig to his friends started.

"I'm never going to your mama's house," Robert Epps most commonly known as Epps stated.

"Bobby, 'gators are known to have the most succulent meat," Figs went on as if Epps didn't say anything.

"I understand," Epps nodded as then to the rest of the teams annoyances Fig started to speak in Spanish so Epps starts to mimic Figueroa's Spanish words. "English, please."

"English," William Lennox, leader of the team stated with finality in his voice. "I don't- I mean, how many times have we- we don't speak Spanish. I told you that."

"Why you got to ruin it for me, man?" Fig asked him. "That's my heritage."

He then went back to speaking in Spanish.

"Fine," Lennox sighed. "Go with the Spanish. Whatever."

"Hey, you guys remember weekends?" another man named Donnelly asked. "Huh? The Sox at Fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer."

"Perfect day," sighed Epps.

"What about you, Captain?" Fig asked them with a smile. "You got a perfect day?"

"Nah, I just can't wait to hold my baby girl for the first time," answered Lennox.

"Awww..." some of the soldiers awed.

"He's adorable," Donnelly joked.

"That's too-" Epps went to join in.

"Shut up," Lennox ordered.

There was a lot of various chatter by the base soldiers as they got off the plans after landing.

"Hey, I'm ready to do this," Epps told them with a smile. "Hey, any of y'all grow some balls, come see me on the court, man."

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"Hey, hey!" a soldier yelled.

"Watch this crossover, baby," Epps told the solider he was playing with. "Like Jordan in his prime, pushing through the front line."

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"Step aside, ladies," Fig ordered as he pushed some of the soldiers that were showering out of the way.

"Oh, man."

"What? Oh-"

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"Lennox!" a local boy named Mahfouz called out as he ran up.

"Hey, how you doing?"

"Water?" Mahfouz asked

"Oh, thank you," Lennox smiled at him. "Are you gonna help me with the gear?"

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It wasn't long till Lennox walked into the tent and looked at the soldier there.

"My wife on?" he asked a soldier nearby.

"Yes, Captain."

Lennox smiled as he walked over to another computer where Sarah Lennox face was on with a baby girl in her arms.

"Ahahaha! My ladies!"

"Look," she told their Daughter, who made baby noises.

"Oh, my goodness," gasped Lennox. "Look at her. She's getting so big. Look at those cheeks. I just wanna chew on them. Baby, we made a good-looking kid. I know that people say that all the time, but... Wow, we made one good-looking kid. Nice work."

"She has your laugh," informed Sarah.

"She laughed?" asked Lennox as his Daughter made more baby noises.

"Her first one, yeah," nodded Sarah

"You la- you sure she didn't just fart?" William went to say before asking.

"No, she's a lady," Sarah sighed before the baby girl started to cry. "She doesn't know you yet, but she will." It was then that the computers started to go on the fritz. "Will?"

"Sarah?" asked Lennox. "Hey, Sarah, if you can hear me, I love you and I'll be home soon. Damn."

Will let out a sigh before standing up straight and looking and without a second thought he left the tent.

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Once outside and noticing that it was already dark out making Lennox let out a grunt though they were wondering what was going on as everyone was running around in a panic.

"They bombed the antenna farm!" Epps yelled as he run towards him. "We're under attack!"

Without a second thought he grabbed guns that were nearby before rushing towards the tanks.

"Here, come here!" Will ordered his team and Mahfouz, who let out a squeal. "Come here!" The strange machine let outs strange noise while soldiers where shouting. "Here, hide in here!"

"Oh, my God," gasped Fig. "Okay."

"Where the fuck is Triton when you need," Lennox groaned.

"No!" yelled Epps as he tripped and fall onto his back under the machine. "Oh! Oh-" He then left out a pair of binoculars to his eyes which had the thing looking at him. Fig holds up a mini cannon and fired at the machine before it could attack Epps, who stumbled up to his feet. "What the f-"

"Epps, let's go!" Lennox yelled as Epps almost collapse next to him.

The team all took off running while the machine attacked the base after setting another machine after the ones that got away.

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(Tranquility, Nevada!)

A young 17-year-old boy that has neck length messy hair that is so dark that's tinted red with his front bangs covering his forehead as his side bangs reach his chain as it frames his porcelain angler face that has high cheek bones, and a strong jaw that many find on nobles, was sitting in the back of a classroom reading a Greek book.

"Mr Apollo Alexopoulos!"

A pair of almond shape aquamarine orbs that has a glowing treat, that belong to the red tinted dark haired boy, snapped up to Mr Hosney, the History teacher.

"Yes?" the young Alexopoulos asked.

"Would you please pay attention?" Mr Hosney asked.

"Not likely," the 17-year-old mumbled under his breath as he rolled his eyes

Mr Hosney looked down at his list of names.

"Okay, Sam Witwicky, you're up."

Apollo watched as Samuel James Witwicky got up from his desk, went to the front, and then dump out the contents of his backpack.

"Sorry, I've got a lot of stuff," he said making the black head to sigh. "For my family gen..."

The young Alexopoulos let out a sigh as a jock in front of him used a rubber band to hit Sam.

"Stupid Trent," he growled under his breath.

"Who did...who did that?" Mr Hosney asked as he stood and then pointed at the room of teens. "People! Responsibility!"

Apollo rolled his eyes as he didn't look threatening unlike his Mother and female relatives when their angered.

"Okay," Sam started again. "So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explore." He reached out to take a paper with a map on it. "In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctica Circle, which is a big deal."

'Oh, joy,' the young Alexopoulos thought.

"In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf, Sam explained. "So that's the story."

The young red tinted dark haired boy completely tuned him out, but then stood up when the bell rung, however, he froze as his eyes stared at a pair of glasses that Sam was holding up. He could barely notice a map was imprinted on them, but he shook his head before grabbing everything and putting them away. Apollo walked out of the classroom while Sam kept trying to sell the glasses.

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The young Alexopoulos let out a sigh as he closed his locker after putting some of his things in backpack before heading for the doors of the school.

"Apollo wait up!" a female voice called out making him to stop and look over his shoulders to see a dark-haired girl running towards them.

"Mikaela?" he asked.

"I wanted to know if you're coming to the lake party later?" Mikaela asked as she caught up.

Apollo looked at her as they walked out of the school building.

"Yeah, I'll be there," the Alexopoulos answered.

"Great," Mikaela cheered. "Oh, is your Brother going to be home?"

"Don't know," he answered with a shrug. "But, I hope so."

"I see," she said before heading towards Trent and the group of jock. "Well, see you there!"

The red tinted dark haired boy nodded before walking over to a green convertible Porsche car with an older man was setting.

"Hello, Mr Witwicky," he greeted with a blank expression as he got into the back of the car. "Is Mother working late again?"

"Yeah, she is," Ron Witwicky asked with a smile. "So, have a good day in school, Apollo?"

"I see," was the response he got. "Yes, sir."

"So, where Sam?"

All the red tinted dark head did was point where the said boy was running towards them waving around a piece of paper.

"Yes!" yelled Sam happily. "Yes, yes. I got it. I got it."

"So?" Ron asked

"A-minus," was the answer. "It's an A, though."

"Wait, wait, wait," Ron said as he went to take the paper. "I can't see." He then looked at it and liked he was thinking about it. "It's an A."

"So I'm good?" asked Sam.

"You're good," was the answer that Ron gave him.

All Apollo did was close to his eyes as Ron pulled away from the school.

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"I got a little surprise for you, son," Ron said as he pulled into a Porsche dealership.

The young Alexopoulos just raised a dark eyebrow though his aquamarine eyes shinned in amusement.

"What kind of s-" Sam trailed off as he saw the Porsches.

"Yeah, a little surprise," smirked the older Witwicky.

"No. No, no, no, no!" Sam started to freak out as he looked around in excitement. "Dad! Oh, you got to be kidding me."

"Yeah. I am," Ron told him with a laugh. "You're not getting a Porsche."

The red tinted dark head snorted before turning them out as they pulled up to a dealership with cars and trucks that belong in the junkshop.

"Here?" Sam asked in outrage. "No, no, no, what is this? You said- you said half a car, not half a piece of crap, dad."

The three males got of the car before walking into the lot and Apollo put his hands into the pockets of his stone cold wash blue skinny jeans that hanged off his hips.

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine."

"Okay, let me explain something to you." Sam stated as he looked at the cars. "Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, that's what this is. And this is 50-year-old virgin."

"Ah, okay."

"You want me to live that life? Hmm?"

"No sacrifice-"

"Yeah, no victory."

"No victory."

"You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, dad."

"Right."

Just then Apollo noticed a young man about the age of 22 and stood at the height of 6' 5" with blue tinted dark military style cut hair, a deep tan from being in the sun all the time, and electric blue eyes that just seem to have a bright glow to them. He was wearing a long, that's rolled up to his elbows, sleeve white dress shirt that he had opened over a tight black muscle tank top with the words Semper Fi in white on the front, a black leather belt holding up a pair of green camo style pants that are tucked into a pair of lower calve length black leather combat boots, and around his neck was a pair of silver dog tags hanging from a silver chain along side a sea green trident that's carved into a blue friendly robotic wizen face on a gold chain.

"TRITON!" Apollo cheered before he rushed over to the young man.

This had the 22-year-old turn towards to them with a smile before it fell and he snapped a solute making the young Alexopoulos to stop just a good 2 feet from him and snapped his own solute. The older one of the two let a smile come over his face again as he lowered his arm and then holding both of them out to which the younger male had no trouble stepping into them.

"Hello, little Brother," the obviously military man greeted softly.

"Your home," the young Alexopoulos mumbled.

"Well, I couldn't miss seeing my baby Brother get his first set of wheels now can I?" he asked while he rubbed the younger one's back as an African American walked up to them making the two Brothers to let go of each other.

"Gentlemen," he greeted them. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." Apollo slightly glared at the man while his Brother just stared emotionless as he laughed. "How can I help you?"

"Well, my son here...is looking to buy his first car."

"You come to see me?"

"We had to," Sam answered.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B."

"Sam."

"Sam, let me talk to you. Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, son. A driver doesn't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver.

"Mm."

The two Brothers shared a look before they rolled their eyes at the man's saying as it sound like what a Wand Maker would say to a young Witch or Wizard, who was getting their first wand. Apollo then looked around the lot as some yellow and black flash past by his eyes. So, he got his Brother's attention and the two of them walked over to check it out.

"Wow," Apollo breathed as he ran his hands over the hood of both a 1977 Chevy Camaro that has a faded paint job. "Now what is a handsome car like you doing here, hm?" To his shock the car shivered under his hand. "What in the hell?" Apollo removed to his hand as he looked at the car with narrow eyes before he then looked over his shoulder to the other three males. "Sam! Mr Witwicky!" All men turned towards his. "Come over here! And check out this Car!"

Sam walked over to him and the car.

"What did you two find, Apollo?"

"A 1977 Chevy Camaro," the red tinted dark haired boy answered with a smile. "He's a beauty, huh?"

"Yeah," he answered. "This one ain't bad." He ran his hand over the length of the Camaro. "This one's has got racing stripes."

Triton moved to stand in front of the car to take a look under the hood as Ron moved to stand next to Sam while the car salesman Bobby went to stand behind it to begin his pitch.

"Yeah, it got racing..." he began, but trailed off looking highly confused again. "Yeah, what is this? What the heck is this?" Bobby looked around as his voice rosed in volume. "I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!"

Sam slunk into the driver's seat while Triton popped the hood opened to take a look under it while Bobby looked away.

"Oh my Pri-Gods," the blue tinted dark haired adult breathed in awe though he almost slipped up. "This engine is amazing."

His eyes narrowed at the Camaro while his younger Brother walked up to him.

"How is the engine, Triton?" Apollo asked.

"Take a look for yourself," was the answer he got.

This had the young Alexopoulos to raise an eyebrow before he moved to join Triton in front of the car.

"Oh my Zeus," Apollo gasped in shock before snorting. "Well, I can say that Mikaela would no doubt go nuts over this car if she saw it."

Triton continued to look at the Camaro with a subsuspicious look and as Apollo was looking over the engine, Sam's picturing himself driving it around town.

"Feels good," he mumbled running his hand over the steering wheel before he noticed an odd emblem in the center of the wheel that made him lean closer to it as he removed the dust with his finger. "Hey, Apollo, Tritan!"

"Yeah?" both Alexopoulos asked as he closed the Camaro's hood.

"Come here for a second?" asked the young Witwicky.

Rising an eyebrow each, the Brothers walked around the car and to the driver's side door.

"What's up?'" they asked at the same time as they leaned in.

"This symbol..." Sam began as he pointed it out to her. "Looks like both of your birthmarks and pendent that the both of you wear."

Apollo looked more closely to it as he crossed his arms over his chest as her hands then gripped his arms above the elbow and he was for once glad that he was wearing his V-neck muscle black shirt that one see that he has a 6 pack abs while the sleeves went to his elbows. The young Alexopoulos looked at the symbol a bit crept out, but he pulled out his cell phone and took a picture of the kind robotic face that was on display in the center of the wheel. Once he had then sent the picture to his Mother, who almost cried out in shock and worry for him. He didn't noticed his Brother's face pale at the sight of the symbol and he prayed to Primus that someone, who was like his Brother and him, had put that symbol there when they first got it. But, knowing his luck thanks to his maternal Granddanniluk's paternal family, the car is actually an Autonomous Robotic Organism aka Autobot and he was fucking screwed cause that means that the Decepticons were on Earth, too.

'Just what I need,' he thought with a sigh. 'Scrap.'

"How much?" Ron asked.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels, and paint job..." Bobby told them with a smile.

"But, the paints faded," Sam stated as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but it's custom," Bobby retorted.

'This guy is ridiculous,' Apollo thought annoyed. 'Not even Trent is this ridiculous.'

"So, it's custom faded?" Sam asked from the driver's seat as Bobby leaned down to look at the male teen.

"Well, it's your first car so I wouldn't expect you to understand," Bobby told him before standing back up and made eye contact with Ron as the two Alexopoulos rolled his eyes. "5 grand."

"Nope, I'm not paying over 4," Ron said as he crossed his arms while shaking his head. "Sorry."

The red tinted dark haired teen rolled his aquamarine orbs before putting his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. Apollo let out a sigh as he tuned out the rest of what was going on.

"Greater then man..." the 17-year-old heard the radio play which had him looking at the Camaro with a raised eyebrow. "Get down and cover your head Son."

10 years of ninjitsu training and 3 1/2 years of his Brother putting him through Military training had taught him to never question anything and so without thinking about it, Apollo dropped to the ground while throwing his arms over his head. His Brother doing the same thing next to him as a high pitch sound came from the car. The two tinted dark haired males stood up slowly noticing that the other three males where doing the same thing before Bobby turned slowly in a circle to see very car in the lot, minus the Camaro, was windowless.

"4,000," he squeaked as he swirled around on his heels and held up 4 fingers.

Electric blue eyes snapped towards the car with a glare as Sam and Ron with Apollo went inside to sign the paperwork for the car. The young Marine crossed his arms over his chest once again as he gave the disapproved look to the car that he now knew was not normal.

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The Autobot Scout, Bumblebee, for reasons that he couldn't explain why he felt upset that he made the blue tinted dark haired brother of Samuel James Witwicky's friend feel angry with him. It also made him wonder how this young man could give a look that made him feel this emotion when the only one, who has been able to do that, up till now was the Autobot Leader, Optimus Prime. And there was also seems to be a problem that he was suspicious in him thanks to the scout himself. Dear Primus, was he in trouble.

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"Triton!" Sam called out as he run out waving a set of keys with Apollo behind him. "The car is mine!"

The Marine Alexopoulos looked at Sam with a smile that felt fake to him.

"That's cool Sam," he told him. "How about I wash it for you later?"

"Ok," agreed the young Witwicky with a nod.

Apollo watched as Sam got in, started the engine, and drove the Camaro out of the car dealership's lot. The smile fell from his Brother face as he turned towards his shiny electric blue 2007 Chevy Silverado 4x4 Topkick truck.

"Let's get going, Apollo!" he called out. "We still have to get you a car, too!"

"Coming!" the younger of the two called back as he ran to catch up.

Apollo was excited to get his own wheels having worked his ass off for two years to get 20,000 dollars as his Mother said that she would throw in 30,000 while Triton would add 2000 to give 52,000. He had saved up his alliance from the time he was 5, worked two jobs, and used a time turner to get to them so he could start saving up for the 20,000 that he had need.

"Ready to go?" Triton asked as they got into the truck.

"Yup," the younger Alexopoulos answered with a nod.

"So, Chevy, Honda, Toyota, Kia, or Nissan?" the older one asked as he pulled away from the curb. "Or do you want a motorcycle?"

"I actually want a Chevy Corvette," Apollo answered.

"Then to the Chevy dealership it is," Triton cackled as he drove.