hi, i was bored and this sneak up from behind me. hope it's a good start.

Summary: Claire never had the chance to have a normal life but when Death tells her that she could have a chance at a better life. she takes it. she knew what she was getting herself into but she never thought it would get this bad. what was she thinking? o well, the Transformers better watch their backs, cause this one girl who shouldn't be mess with.

Disclaimer: ok, i do not own anything and that means Transformers and Harry Potter. i only own Claire so don't shoot! enjoy

'talking' All spark talking

'talking' transformer speaking to each other

'talking' Claire thinking or talking to the All spark

Prologue

No one question her. No one even bother to stop her as she waltz right through the halls of Ministry of Magic. The girl didn't mind as she hummed to her destination, she had started to mind being ignored once more. She had finished her so called 'purpose' so they left her. How nice, knowing that your so called 'peers' had kept you around just because you could finish what they could not.

The girl frowned as she reached her destination, a room that both helped and sadden her greatly. It was the same place that he died. The one who show her what it finally felt like to have someone care for you as a family. The girl could still hear the whispers as she came closer to her objective. The veil of death.

With a glance around the room, she lowered her hood and ran a hand through her multi-color hair. How exactly it got that way, she'll never know.

Staring at the veil, she can't help but wonder how long has it been since his death? Twenty something years or was it just twelve years? She lost track after the tenth year. She just hoped that he was in a better place with the others who she cared deeply for.

Scanning the room, she sighed. "What do you want Death?"

"Nothing my child, I can't greet one of my children?" asked a quiet, chilling voice from the shadows.

The girl snorted, he never greeted her unless she had something to do, just like all the other times. Crossing her arms across her chest, she turned towards the voice. "You only greet me when you want me to do something. What is it that you want done this time?"

A chuckled was heard, making the girl to scowled, "Always observant," was her reply.

Seconds later, a young man stepped out from the shadows, his black cloak trailing behind him. He walked towards the girl and raised his arms towards her as if expecting a hug from her, only to be met with a slap to the face. Falling down in shock, he stared at her before pouting.

"That wasn't nice Claire," he said, rubbing his sore cheek.

Claire just stared down at him; her expression showed that she wasn't amused.

Instead of his usual appearance as a skeleton with blood red eyes and a shadow black cloak drape over him. He had decided to be in the form of a pale, dark headed man that was in his early thirties. Though, he still kept the blood red eyes. He also wore simple dark colored clothes.

"What do you want?" she order.

Death continued to pout as he sat Indian-style. "You're no fun. Whatever happened to that girl with the heart of a Hufflepuff, mind of a Ravenclaw, attitude of a Slytherin, and the soul of a Gryffindor?"

Claire smirked as she sat down to face Death. "Now you're overdoing it again."

Death smiled. He felt bad for putting her through that, but maybe, just maybe she won't be ignored in that place. He then frowned when he realized that she was wearing sunglasses again.

"Why do you hide your eyes child?"

Claire sighed and took off the glasses and placed them on top of head. She opened her eyes and stared at Death, silently asking if he was happy now.

Death smiled and nodded. "Alright child, I had made a deal with an old friend of mine who agree to help you find a happier place."

Claire stared at him in shock. There was still a place where she could be happy? She quickly narrowed her eyes at him. "What's the catch?"

Death twitch nervously, nothing hides from her now. "Um, well, he asked if you could help him stop a war between his children. You can be a neutral but you have to help out and make sure there will be peace."

Claire sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "So almost like the war I stopped here?"

Death nodded. Claire frowned and stared off into the distance. If she agreed, she might have a repeat of what happen but there might be a chance …

"Alright, I agree. What are the rules?" Claire asked, now looking back at Death.

Death smiled sadly. "Just one, don't die."

The girl snorted once more. "I wished them luck on that. I am the mistress of death after all."

Death soon pouted once more. "I still can't believe you collect all three of the Deathly Hallows!"

Claire shook her head. "Hey, I didn't know and besides, my appearance changed when I accepted the position."

Death froze and looked her over. It was true. She no longer looked like her past life as Nancy Skier or as Alyssa Potter but a combination of the two. Her hair was now a dirty blonde color with black cherry strikes in it and was now straight. Her eyes were no longer brown or emerald but a light purple color. She also no longer wore the scar she hated so much.

Death couldn't help but smiled when he could see the Deathly Hallows' symbol in her pupils with another hidden symbol.

"So true, so are you ready? I'm sure you have all the things you need over there." asked Death standing up now.

Claire nodded and stood up as well. "Yes, it's in this bag." She answered pointing to the royal purple bag that hanged over her shoulder.

Death nodded and pointed towards the veil. "You must enter through there, do not worry. I'm sure you'll see some old faces in your new home." Than he did something that surprised both of them, he hugged the girl. "Good luck child, I'll be watching."

Letting go, he gave her one more searching glance before disappearing into the shadows. Not giving her a chance to question what he had meant about old faces.

Claire stood there shock before smiling and shook her head fondly. "Same old crazy man," turning towards the veil, she took a deep breath and stepped through, leaving the world who betray her behind.

Welcome child, thank you for agreeing to help us.

I just wanted to get away from them.

And you shall, I shall tell you what is happening in my home planet.

Alright.

Claire had stepped through the veil to be met with darkness before the metallic voice spoke to her. She listened as it explained about the war between the Autobots who want to protect their home and the Decepticons who want to destroy everything in their path.

So, you want me to bring peace between the two fractions?

Yes. I do not wish for any more blood to be spilled.

Agree, I will help but I will not know how.

You will when the time comes. Thank you child.

You're welcome. By the way, who are you?

I'm known as the All spark.

All spark?

There was no answer, causing Claire to think that she has arrived where she needed to be.

If you are listening, I promise to help in any way I can and know this, I never break a promise. Death learned that the hard way.

Claire felt solid ground underneath her feet. Looking around, she realized that she was in a desert. She smiled as she turned towards the distance and started to disappeared into the shadows. It'll be a while before she was needed. Maybe she could practice her wandless magic? She might need it later.

Forming a plan in her head, she completely disappeared in the darkness of the night, only the howl of a wolf could be heard now.

so? how is it? should i continue? thanks for reading! R&R

-Bluebutterflywitch