Well... I ended up making a small interlude for you all; as apology for extended length between chapters and such.


Interlude-Think


I stake no claim to the franchise I just love it to absolute death.


Plot plus insane Bunnies courtesy of Silver Melody217

Written by NialsFiction


Harry Potter jumped through the veil in OoTP. Unfortunately, instead of finding Sirius, he finds himself in world without magic (except him). He was then adopted by a kind couple and graduated muggle college. Because of his high grades, he attracted the attention of Sector 7 and was offered a job as a scientist. Later on he was assigned to NBE-1, Megatron.


It was a quiet night some two days or so after the sixth collection of another member of 'Harris' little demons from hell' when, from a shadowy corner in the main room of the minibot's quarters, a pair of bright purple optics suddenly flared to life.

Dart, for it was indeed the red waist height bot reclining peacefully in that dark secluded little corner, clicked softly to himself as he thought.

It was all he really had to do when not with squishy infuriatingly cuddly big brother Harrison or recharging and, sometimes, the little bot really did just need to sit down and think.

For, while Dartmoor was a smart bot with unlimited access to free (Hacked) WiFi and Internet and a significantly higher than average intelligence, certain things could do naught but cause him to pause in confusion.

Most of his confusing thoughts stemmed from the young human engineer/scientist Harrison Burke, the enigmatic young man who, while surprisingly smart, was kind to a fault. Everybody, Human and Cybertronian alike, all agreed that there was something a bit odd about him.

His green eyes would often be filled by some unknown emotion whilst he would smile tiredly. Sometimes at night, when, for some inexplicable reason you found yourself unable to recharge, he could be found holding a mug of cocoa and staring out of a window silently.

And, if you had just caught him from out the shower (and very few had had the 'privilege') you would be able to see the numerous scars on his body (and much else besides). Dart had always privately been confused as to why females would ask for videos – not that he looked! Harris had said he preferred his privacy and the bot had never asked although the man had laughed when Dart had mentioned the video requests.

Many though thought it strange that he put his trust in the minibots so easily.

Dart, thinking back, realized that back when the two had met – escaped, caused the biggest security breach the base had had for four years, whatever – that even then Harris had seemed confident of the fact that Dart would not harm him beyond minor injuries. Bruises perhaps but deadly injuries? No.

In fact, the speed at which the human had learned and adapted when faced with a nervous minibot was astounding to say the least. If Dart had not been there to watch the adaption himself he would not have believed it, never mind the fact he had caused the change in the first place.

Looking down Dart examined his servos, joints and contours sharp to his enhanced vision, and he wondered…

How much damage had these claws caused? How many dollars had the man used to repair and replace furniture he, Dartmoor, had caused? All without complaining more than a snarky whine while Dart had been handed his motor oil.

'You're a lot of trouble you know that?' And somehow Dart knew he never really meant that.

Tink.

Dart glanced up, the soft clatter of ceramic against concrete clear to his audios, the sound catching his attention fully.

And there he was. Black hair and clothes ruffled with sleep, or lack thereof, green eyes more prominent with the absence of silver rimmed lenses.

He hadn't seemed to realize he was not alone as he leaned on the windowsill, hands clasped in front of his face and legs crossed behind, as he looked out into the dark.

He had that look in his eyes again. A thoughtful and slightly sad look.

And for some reason Dart found himself automatically filing this image away. The way the moonlight played over the already unnaturally pretty (for a geek) human male standing silently a mere meter or so away.

The raven seemed slightly startled when little hands clasped onto his clothes.

"What's the matter?" he asked, surprised by the sight of his first minibot 'child' burying his face into his hip.

"Nothing… Nothing at all."