Eh. I am totally nuts. That said, the following is a product of talking about Transformers, Squishies, reading Harry Potter fanfiction and not getting enough sleep.
Or, I could possibly be on crack.
Unusual Circumstances
"Well." Minerva said.
"Indeed."
"Albus..." There was a suspicious hitch of emotion in the professors' voice.
"This is, I concur, a most unfortunate happenstance." Dumbledore said quietly.
The two looked down at the slightly flattened, red-ish remains of what had once been "The Boy Who Lived."
"What about You-Know-Who?" Minerva's voice quavered.
"He seems to be well taken care of." Albus said thoughtfully, glancing at the other pancake shaped mess on the ground.
"Poor Harry."
"Quite. Though I must say, this isn't exactly the end I had foreseen for either of them."
The two wizards turned as one to look at a very sheepish looking large mechanical creature.
"Er. Sorry?" the giant red robot hazarded.
Dumbledore waved a hand dismissively. "That's alright... Swindleswab was it?"
"Sideswipe."
"Right. You really have done us a bit of a favor, really." Dumbledore smiled vaguely at the perplexed robot. "Though it's a pity about the boy. Oh well."
Minerva sniffled into a tartan handkerchief.
"Yes. Well, just look where you are going next time, hmm?" When the red 'bot nodded Albus smiled again. "Cheerio then. Come Minerva."
"Yes headmaster."
"Did you want to go to lunch, my dear?"
"I would be delighted, Albus." Stuffing her tartan handkerchief back into her pocket, Minerva and Albus disapparated in a very anti-climactic blink; leaving two squashed pancaked humans and one confused autobot behind.
