I do not own Transformers or Harry Potter

(Chapter 4)

Samantha skimmed the enchanted newspaper from the Daily Prophet, an international news outlet for wizards. "Please take caution when going out at night as there is a feral vampire warning." Flipping to the next page, "Knight Bus fares have now dropped to nine sickles per-rider." A smile crept onto her face when she saw the article below, "After numerous protests at MACUSA Headquarters in New York on the relatively new law about illegal flying, the Wizengamot has declared it is the right of wizards to be allowed to fly on brooms during the day. Beginning next month, after the official ruling, wizards will be permitted to take to the skies again."

"Sam," Ron walked into the kitchen, he was covered in dirt, "Did you walk on my grass last night? A huge patch of grass is missing from the lawn." Almost as if there was a struggle.

Lowering the newspaper, she shook her head, "No." Technically, the patch was there from the other night. "Maybe it was that raccoon that has been getting into the trash." She knew it wasn't. 'He'd never believe me if I say I saved a tiny robot from our demon-dog.'

Ron sighed, "Alright, but then can you explain why I found this around the edges of our house?" He pulled out a red mushroom with white spots on the top. Unlike most mushrooms, this one had a perfect shine to the top.

"It's toadstool." She gave a nervous smile.

"Yes… so why is it in MY backyard."

"It's enchanted toadstool. You know, for protection." It was an old form of protective magic. When placed in a circle, it acts as a barrier for magical and non-magical beings.

"It's ugly, and your mother is beating down my neck. She thinks I'm growing shrooms." Ron spent ten minutes explaining it wasn't that type of mushroom.

"I'm sorry, but you know how self-conscious I am about someone breaking in. Besides, you refuse to let me cast the fidelius charm. Or some other form of protective magic on the house."

Shaking his head, he dropped the mushroom into the trashcan. "Okay. Next time, young lady. You ask me. If it means that much to you, it can stay. But I don't want you casting the fidelius charm on my house." As a squib, he was familiar with a few spells and what they did.

Samantha shook her head. 'Why does he have against that spell?' It provided the ultimate protection. Nobody would ever be able to enter their house, and it would be unplottable, disappearing from all maps. She imagined it had something to do with her mother and wanting to throw her usual block-party.

Ron washed his hands in the sink, "Have any plans for today?" He would be spending most of it on his hand and knees, digging up dirt.

"Well… I need to get some valen root from the lake." There were multiple plants by the lake." I also need to wash my car and repaint it." She sent an owl and ordered some parts for her car, including two tubs of enchanted paint. "A house elf dropped the paint and booster off this morning. So I think my afternoon will be busy."

Ron turned to look at his daughter, "Booster?" He didn't like where this was going.

"An invisibility booster. What? I could have ordered a booster to make it fly, but I didn't."

Ronald shook his head, 'At least she's gonna drive it.' And his money then wouldn't be going to waste. Once he left, Samantha went to her bedroom and grabbed the items she ordered. The invisibility booster was a silver cylinder with blue etchings scribbled across it. Also, running along the cylinder was tubing filled with different colored liquids.

(Outside)

Bumblebee groaned in delight. Ever since he came to the femme's home, his processor had been surrounded by nothing but her alluring fragrance. 'Primus, I hit the jackpot with this femme.' His vocal processor may be broken, but that didn't mean he couldn't speak inside his mind. Back on Cybertron, before the war, he was quite the chatter-bot. At least… that was before the war and the Autobots.

For the longest time, Bumblebee had remained neutral in the civil war. Before joining with the Autobots, he was an energon scout just trying to survive. Many bots, even the twins, branded him a coward, but he didn't care back then. But trying to survive on his own grew difficult, and the Decepticons, mainly Starscream and his seekers, saw neutrals as enemies. He belatedly joined the Autobots after being saved by a few of them. Over the eons, he's come to cherish being an Autobot and held the utmost respect for Optimus.

Growing bored, Bumblebee blindly flipped through different radio stations, 'When is Ratchet gonna fix my vocal processor?' He kept holding off and kept trying to use different excuses… though deep in his spark, Bumblebee knew why. His vocal unit was beyond repair, and Ratchet didn't have the spark to tell him. 'I gotta stop thinking like that.' Tilting his side mirror, Bee noticed Samantha walking towards him. She held several things in her arms. A shiver ran down his form as she stood next to him, 'F~frag me… best mission ever.' The sweet and mouth-watering scent was making his spark beat faster. 'What she's doing.' Samantha opened the tub of paint and threw it over his hood. Bumblebee froze. What was this femme doing!?

Samantha stood in front of the car and began waving her hands in mid-air. 'I'm glad I don't have to use a spray-gun.' The yellow and black paint started spreading itself around the Camaro. Walking around the car, she continued to silently cast the spell. The paint filled itself into place and covered the rust as well as missing patches of old paint. Not a single drop of paint touched the ground as it encompassed Bumblebee.

Bumblebee was panicking; how was the femme doing this? Looking himself over, Bee found his processor fragging-up. He looked brand new. The coating on his armor had a high shine, and all the rust was gone. Trying to keep his shaking under control, Bumblebee gave Primus a silent cry as the femme stood in front of his hood. Her scent was now beating down his sensors. When she opened his hood, he heard her gasp.

Samantha blinked in confusion, "Jeez… I'm not a mechanic, but I'm pretty sure this engine is top tier." She wasn't expecting a pristine engine like this. There wasn't a trace of rust or motor oil insight. "Okay, let's see here." Grabbing the invisibility booster, she placed it vertical to the pistons, right atop the engine. The runes on the cylinder glowed before it slammed onto the machine. The colored tubing branched off and started wrapping around the engine, spread across the inner workings of the car.

Bumblebee locked up; it felt like something was spreading underneath his protoform. 'What's happening?' His radio turned on and tuned to different stations. Once she was done, Samantha closed his hood and opened the door. In her hand was a silver button, sticking it on the dashboard, it vibrated before merging with the car. 'What is the femme doing? I feel different.'

"Alright, invisibility booster installed. Hopefully, this works." Pressing the button, Bumblebee shivered. A cold wave passed over his protoform. Within seconds he vanished.

Looking through his mirror, Bumblebee was panicking, 'Where did I go!?' He still felt his body, but he couldn't see it. 'I'm… cloaked?' The femme used the word 'invisibility,' but there was no such thing. Was there? Cloaking is entirely different from invisibility. Running a scan through his mirror, Bee attempted to scan himself, but his scanners were picking up nothing. The scanner's rays were passing through him.

Hitting the button again, Samantha watched her car fade back into existence, 'Did I hit the mirror?' It definitely wasn't in that position before she got in. "And~done!" A smile appeared on her face. "I love magic." She ran her hand over the door… strange, why was the car shaking? Were all cars like this?

Bumblebee grunted as the femme ran her hand over his door-wing. 'Scrap! She knows just where I like it.' His spike slowly pressurized beneath his interface plate. 'Not again.' He spent the entire night trying to cool himself down after their drive from the car dealership. 'You got this Bee… you've dealt with femmes in heat before.' Though something was telling him, she wasn't in heat. If this was her normal scent… Primes! One could only imagine what would happen if she were in heat. Having interfaced with a few femmes back on Cybertron, no scent from those other femmes could compare with this human.

"Dad, I'm going to the lake. I'll be home later." Opening the door again, she got in and jumped a bit. Her seat was hot! Sitting down, she shivered from the warmth… 'Maybe wearing a skirt was a bad idea.' Covering her mouth, her blush deepened. The throbbing between her legs was growing. 'What is happening to me?' Grabbing her raven-black hair, she ran her fingers through it. 'I really need to get a boyfriend.' She wanted someone to hold her and whisper comforting things in her ears. Compliment her stupid jokes and make her feel special. But there was a problem with all of it… she was terrified of asking any guy out. Should she even make the first move? What if she finds a guy, and it ends up like her last boyfriend? Her first, and only boyfriend, cheated on her with a girl from Ravenclaw. 'That's what I get for dating a boy in Slytherin.' They were both in the same house together, so seeing each other was difficult. At least of her.

Slytherin… despite what others thought, most wizards in her old house were actually very kind. But a few bad apples slandered their house's name. But besides all that, Merlin was once a wizard in Slytherin. He was the kindest and most powerful wizard of the age. When she found out, she'd been the happiest girl on Earth. She always wanted to be as strong and powerful as him. 'Though… I think the reason I got into Slytherin is because of~'

"Sammy, there you are!" Judy stepped out of the house and saw Samantha sitting in her car.

Before she finished her thought, she turned on the engine, "Gotta go, Mom! Love you!" Putting her foot on the gas, she drove away. "Does she ever take a break? I mean, I love her, but why can't she just leave me alone?" Her mother drove her insane. She once tried to get them to compete on Family Feud… apparently, she has an old friend from high school who works on the show.

Meanwhile, Bumblebee stared at the femme as she drove him. It felt strange having the human control him, but strangely it felt soothing. 'I better tell Optimus what happened.' Maybe later tonight, he could sneak away and have Ratchet look at what she installed into his chest. Whatever it was, his sensors couldn't pick up any form of advanced technology. It was just a hunk of silver with detailed tubing.

(Autobots)

Optimus finished scraping off the last of the rust beneath his servo. Getting rust off the armor was easy, but getting between the wires was a nightmare. 'That femme… how was she able to halt those shards of glass?' And that wasn't all. According to Sunstreaker, she muttered a word, and it opened his door. Then again, she also blasted his own door open with that wooden stick. Dimming his optics, he scanned the internet, hoping to find an explanation. But he kept pulling up sites on something called magic. It was the only thing that fit the description.

"Optimus?" Prowl was behind him. His leader turned around, "Have you been able to understand what the femme had done?" Prowl was officially confused and couldn't explain it. She emitted no signs of energy, magnetic fields, and her vitals were normal.

"No… but I am certain this is not something most humans can accomplish." He hadn't seen any other human do this. "My findings are minimal. I keep stumbling across a word called 'magic,' but I am unfamiliar with it." When he searched the word, he also produced a few more words he didn't understand, such as 'witches' and 'wizards.' When he saw a picture of a supposed witch, he felt disgusted. Most of the photographs depicted an ugly woman with green skin and a crooked nose. Nothing like the beautiful femme.

Prowl's optics dimmed as he researched this so-called magic, "Hmmm… fascinating." His optics lit back up, "From what I've gathered, this 'magic' as humans call it, is but a fictional idea. Though I find it quite fascinating." It apparently involves using 'charms' and 'spells.' There were plenty of words he needed to research to finally understand magic. "Humans use to believe in magic. Though I doubt such a thing could exist." It defied science.

"I assumed as much." Optimus nodded. He'd been researching magic, and frankly, he was astonished by this type of thinking. He'd never considered such things like 'conjuring' or 'enchanting' to be thought of. But since humans lacked science, it was to be assumed they would believe in something that couldn't exist. The humans also wanted to believe in 'superheroes,' individuals who had special abilities. Earth was a strange but fascinating place.

Off to the side, Sideswipe was leaning against the wall with his brother. "You still have a bit of rust on you." A fist hit him in the side.

"Frag off!" Sunstreaker yelled. Sideswipe knew how much he hated rust and dirt, "How can Bumblebee stand having that human roam hin inner workings?"

"Aw~Don't tell me you're jealous, Sunny." Sideswipe started laughing at Sunstreaker's glare.

"Pff~as if." Scanning around, Sunstreaker raised his metallic brow, "Where's Ironhide?"

Ratchet finished getting the rust out of his faceplate before turning, "He went on reconnaissance." He was charged with following Bumblebee and the human. Just in the event of a Decepticon attack. Getting up, the medic went to their leader and handed him a holopad. "Optimus, you might want to take a look at this."

Looking at the holopad, Optimus looked confused, "I do not seem to understand, old friend." It was a picture of the femme and her facial structure.

"I was running scans over the femme's face and noticed this." He tapped on the screen, and different measurements appeared, "Her face has perfect symmetry." Optimus still looked confused; why was this important? "Optimus… her facial structure is symmetrical down to the atom. Not even we Autobots have such perfect symmetry, and especially not a regular human." It was almost disturbing how aligned and perfect her form was. Ratchet was curious about what else he'd find out about this human. Hopefully, Bumblebee could get him a sample of her DNA. One could only imagine what he'd find.

(The Lake)

Samantha drove down the road, the lake was in sight. And so was Trent, 'UGH!' However, as she parked her car along the sidewalk, she noticed Mikaela. 'At least she is here.' Trent wouldn't try something if she was here. At least, she hoped. Pulling on the handle, Sam struggled to open the door. "Again?" Getting the door open, she stepped out. She tested the handle on the outside, "Hmm… Maybe the inner handle is broken." Glancing around, Samantha noticed Trent playing football with his buddies. A few of them still had bruises on their faces, and one guy had a cast. Heading to a small tree, she looked at the base and saw the plant she needed. As she ripped it out of the ground, she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

"You know if you wanna pick weeds like a fourth-grader, I have some at my house," Trent called out as he leaned against his truck.

Samantha stood up and brushed the dirt off the roots, "Clearly, you don't know the difference between a plant and a weed." However, she stopped suddenly and looked at his truck, "Wasn't your truck destroyed the other day?"

Trent sneered at her, "Ya… it was." Marching over, he poked her in the chest, "And I'm pretty sure I know who did it."

"Do I look like I could destroy a truck?" If it was with magic, then yes. But she didn't ruin his truck. "How can you afford a new truck so soon?" Where was his family getting all of this money from?

Trent didn't answer her question and glanced over at her car, "Looks like you got yourself a Camaro. Or is that your boyfriend?" The vehicle was too pristine, and he didn't believe it was hers.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

Trent chuckled, "Ya, you know what you're right. Uhhh… what, sugar daddy?" Before he could continue to insult her, he found someone grabbing him by the ear.

Mikaela was glaring at him, "Trent… truck… NOW!"

"Aw c'mon babe, she knows I'm playing. Right, Witwacky?"

"It's Witwicky." She hissed out. Thankfully, Mikaela took Trent away. From where she was standing, Samantha could clearly tell the jock was being yelled at. 'Why is she with him?'

Heading back to her Camaro, she opened the door, "I guess I can pick up some more valen root while I'm here." She didn't like having to be here.

Meanwhile, across the street, Ironhide watched the femme as she collected a strange plant. He didn't know much about humans, but he knew they used plants for different things. He was actually shocked to learn that the clothing they wore came from something called a cotton plant. 'Heh~little femme looks angry.' He thought her angry-face was cute. Looking over at Bumblebee, Ironhide froze, "Bumblebee, is that you?" The scout's armor looked brand new.

Bumblebee beeped through the comm-link. His vocal processor didn't work, so he couldn't even speak through the comms.

Ironhide frowned as he listened to Bumblebee's story, "You expect me to believe all that?" Bee whine, he knew he sounded insane, but what else could he say!? Looking at Sam again, he activated his holoform and stepped out of himself.

Samantha tugged at the valenroot lodged in the ground, "C'mon." No matter how hard she pulled, it refused to move.

"Need some help?"

Sam jumped and looked up. There was a tall man in a tight black shirt standing next to her. He had short black hair, and a few scars could be seen across his arms. There was a single scar running down the side of his mouth. But there was something that made her eyes widen… the man was ripped! She tried not to stare at the muscles being hugged by his shirt. "Uh… no. I… I mean, yes." Her cheeks caught fire.

The man chuckled at her reaction, "Alright, move aside, little femme." He reached down and grabbed the plant, pulling it out in one swift move. He handed it to her.

Grabbing the plant, she noticed how close he was to her, 'Is he sniffing me?' No, she just imagined it. "Thank you. I'm Samantha, but most people call me Sam."

"Samantha?" He knew her name, but he gave her name a test. He liked how it rolled off his glossa. "Now, what is a little femme like yourself pulling up weeds?"

"It's a root, and it's for… uh… medicinal purposes."

Ironhide laughed at her quick response, "Normally, I don't like it when a femme lies, but your cute, so I'll let it pass."

Her cheeks caught fire. She was a terrible liar. She looked at him and tilted her head, "Femme? Is that like a new saying?"

Ironhide felt his optics widen. Scrap! He forgot human terminology. "Ya… it is." He tried to play it subtle.

"Now, look who the liar is." She gave him a playful smirk.

He chuckled, "Alright, you got me." He offered her a hand, "Ironhide."

"I'm sorry?"

"My name." He replied.

Samantha raised a brow, "I'd say I'm surprised to hear a name like that, but I've already run into someone with an equally weirder name." It had to be a nickname. She refused to believe someone would name their kids Ironhide or Soundwave.

Nodding his head, Ironhide looked at the plant in her hands, "I've got some of that plant you're ripping up over by my truck." His gruff voice made her knees weak.

"Really?" She looked at the plant in her arms, "I guess I could use a little more. I don't like having to come here."

Ironhide raised a brow and crossed his arms, "I'd say a femme like you should show yourself around here more often." He growled silently as her scent perforated inside his nose. 'Primus… how can she smell so sweet and divine.' He's met countless femme who have gone into heat. And he'd never acted like the twins wanting to interface when he smelt it. But this femme was on a different level. His spike was throbbing, and he wanted to interface like never before. Not even Chromia could make him ache with need.

Back on Cybertron, he had interfaced with quite a few femmes in his time, but he'd never settled down and taken a sparkmate. The only femme he'd thought of doing it with was Chromia… but she was didn't want to merge her spark with his. Apparently, he was too gruff for her. It tore his spark up, and he'd nearly scrapped Sunstreaker when he found out the blasted mech decided to interface with her a few solar cycles later. Frankly… Ironhide was sick of femme. Moonracer was annoying, Chromia broke his spark and interfaced with a moron like Sunstreaker. And the last femme that irritated his was Elita-One. Stuck up, femme. Everyone knew her and Optimus were exclusive, but they never sparkbonded. 'Damn femme always thought she could toss her opinions in because she was fragging Prime.'

Samantha waved her hand in front of Ironhide's face, "Hello? Are you still there?" Should she call an ambulance?

Ironhide came back to reality, "Huh? Scrap, spaced out. Sorry 'bout that. C'mon, my truck is over here." He led her to his altform, and the closer she got, the more his actual form shook. Maybe it was a good thing he didn't sparkbond with Chromia. Otherwise, he couldn't indulge himself with this human's scent. Like before, when she couldn't get the root out, he helped her.

"Thanks. Ugh… can't even pull a stupid root out. I'm so weak." Brushing the dirt off the plant, she made sure not to get any on his truck. "I like your truck." It was black and had two smokestacks. She touched the giant wheel and noticed Ironhide choke a bit, "Bet you enjoy running people over, huh?"

Ironhide clenched his jaw, "Run people over? Thought femmes were supposed to be all gentle and kind." He wanted to throw her in his altform and drive off.

"I think the word you're looking for is feminine. And I am… most of the time. What?" She shrugged, "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm gonna gasp because someone mentions something violent. If I had it my way, I'd drive over Trent's truck." She pointed her truck over to where Trent was.

Ironhide scoffed, "That's a truck?" She was joking, right?

"I think he's trying to make up for what he's lacking… if you know what I mean." She chuckled while looking at Trent.

Unfortunately, Ironhide didn't know what she meant. "Don't think I get you, little femme. What's he lacking?"

Sam turned, "Uh… you know. When a guy like him gets a big truck, he tries to compensate for his tiny penis. At least… that's the joke."

Ironhide thought it over and looked back at Trent… For the first time in almost 50,000 solar cycles, he gave a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! I like you, little femme." He was definitely going to use that joke on Sunstreaker. 'Frag me, I wonder what other jokes these humans have.' He smirked at her, "What about me?"

Samantha cleared her throat, "What?"

"I gotta bigger truck than his. You think I'm trying to compensate for something." Her blush made his spike harder.

"Uh~I~ I' don't.. I mean I don't think you have a tiny penis... Oh my gosh, I'm so embarrassed." With how massive Ironhide was, she could only imagine what he was hiding beneath his pants. He was probably one of those guys who was big everywhere… literally. Though she couldn't help but imagine seeing him without that tight shirt on. 'His muscles are practically threatening to rip his shirt off!'

"I'm just pulling yer servo." He gave her a pat on the head with his massive hand. 'This femme really is small.' Even in with his holoform, his entire hand could cover half her face. 'I like it when they're small.' It was his preference, but he loved it when a femme was smaller than him. 'Usually, a smaller femme has a tighter port… wonder if humans are the same.' Though he wasn't the only one. A long time ago in Swerve's, a high-grade energon bar on Cybertron, he'd gotten Prime to open up. This was long before the war, but Ironhide couldn't believe he'd gotten Optimus to talk about his interfacing preferences. Apparently, he likes tiny femme's as well… and Optimus was far bigger and taller than him.

Across the street, Bumblebee was growing irritated. Ironhide was hogging his charge. He wasn't even supposed to approach her. And he couldn't even use his own holoform for several reasons. It would be strange if he got out of himself, he couldn't speak with his holoform, and… he was nervous. He wasn't great at talking with femmes. Especially when this one had a scent that made his protoform quiver in ecstasy. A smug feeling overcame Bee as he looked over his plating. It was far shinier than Sunstreakers. That hot-headed mech was going to be furious. Frankly, Bumblebee didn't care for the twins. He and Sideswipe were on talkable turns, but Sunstreaker was another story. The only bot Bumblebee talked to was Jazz. He was probably the only mech that didn't look at him like a sparkling. He'd survived long for a long time before joining the Autobots.

Samantha pulled her phone out and looked at the time, "I'd love to stay and chat, but I actually have some things I have to go do." From the corner of her eye, she could see Mikaela storming off while Trent called her.

Ironhide smirked, and leaned down, "C'mon, can't spare another few cycles?" He liked teasing the femme. It was the most fun he's had in solar cycles… then again, shooting Sunstreaker in the aft is fairly entertaining.

'Cycles?' He was using slang she didn't understand. 'Maybe I am out of touch with muggles.' Thinking it over, Sam glanced back to where Mikaela was walking. "Ya, I should go. Thanks again for your help." When she turned, she didn't notice the glum look on his face. Why couldn't she have bought him at the car dealership… this femme was a keeper.

(10 Minutes later)

Samantha slowed down as she noticed Mikaela, "Hey, you need a ride?" She sort of felt responsible for her and Trent fighting.

Mikaela looked at Sam before getting in, "Thanks… sorry about Trent." He kept calling her his little bunny and that he was just playing with Sam.

"It's fine." Shifting into drive, Sam bit her tongue, "Can I ask you something? Why are you with him?"

Mikaela bit her lower lip, "You know, I don't know. I guess I'm just weak for guys with big muscles and tight shirts." To her surprise, Samantha was giggling.

"I second that." She gave a funny look, "What? I like guys who are ripped. Is it wrong to have a preference."

"No… I just never thought." Sam always seemed so put together, uninterested in guys. Then again, she didn't know her all that well.

"But really, why are you with him? He's a total douchebag. I'm not trying to pry for gossip. I just don't understand how a mechanic like you ended up with a dumb guy like him." Even she knew Mikaela was a genius when it came to fixing cars.

Mikaela looked out the window, uncertain what she should say, "Uh… You know my Dad?"

Samantha raised a brow, "Ya, he tried stealing my Dad's car, and my Mom and I had to pull my Dad off of him… why?"

Mikaela's eyes widened. She never knew that. "Well… you just kinda said it. My Dad steals cars, and he was in jail. I didn't have money to pay for his bail, so Trent paid for me." The car came to a sudden stop as Sam slammed on the breaks.

"Hold on… you're telling me. Trent is blackmailing you by paying for your father's bail?" Never had Samantha been so infuriated by that blond idiot. She was almost tempted to turn around and drive back just so she could cast a few spells on him.

"Look, it's not that bad." Mikaela felt uncomfortable. Samantha had a type of motherly aura about her.

Samantha shook her head, "Tell yourself that, but look at Trent's family. Don't take this personally, but you're on the road to domestic abuse." She started driving again. "It's none of my business, but you shouldn't be dating a guy like him. Trent and his family are nothing but trouble." She didn't trust his mother or father. "If you want, I can get him to break up with you."

Mikaela shot her head to Sam, "I don't think that'll ever happen. Trent's pretty hard-headed."

A mischievous smirk appeared, "I have my ways of doing things. Let me ask one important question. Does he genuinely love you?" If he did, then no spell would affect him or his thoughts when it came to Mikaela.

She choked a bit, "Love is a strong word. Now we just fuck a few times." Samantha's expression was priceless.

"Okay, too much information!" She shivered in disgust at imagining Trent naked, "Alright, I have to ask… Does he have that truck because he's trying to compensate?"

Mikaela covered her mouth and held back a laugh, "It's like a fucking grain of rice." Both of them started laughing uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Bumblebee was confused. What was the joke?

(1 Hour Later)

Pulling in front of her house, Mikael looked to Sam, "Hey, thanks for listening."

Sam shrugged, "No problem. Oh, by the way…" Mikaela looked back after she got out, "My Dad said, if your dad ever touches his baby again, he'll torch your house."

Mikaela laughed, "Y~your joking, right?" Sam wasn't laughing.

"No… he will really burn your house down. Likely while you're all inside, so… please tell your Dad." Her father might seem fun-loving and goofy, but his golden rule was to never touch his car. Once Mikaela left, Sam leaned back and rested her head against the seat. "I'd better get home." Making sure the coast was clear, she hit the booster on the dashboard. The car shook before the outside disappeared. This booster was also enchanted so drivers wouldn't hit her car, similar to the notice-me-not charm.

Bumblebee found his spark pulsing. The human was driving him at an alarming speed. At one point, he'd thought another driver was going to hit him, but they simply swerved back into their lane. By the time they got back to her house, Sam was just sitting inside of him. "Oh… Mom called." She was looking at her phone. An idea popped into Bee's processor. Dimming his optics, he attempted to connect with her phone… but he couldn't.

'What the scrap?' Bumblebee tried again, but the security was far too complicated for him. Her phone was more secure than the mainframe for the Ark. Focusing, his processor attempted once more to break into the phone, but it was hopeless.

(Elsewhere)

Soundwave saw a notification appear on his windshield… someone was attempting to hack into his femme's phone. However, he couldn't leave his current location.

Off to the side, Dylan approached Soundwave and started snapping his fingers, "Hey, Soundwave, I need you to pick up an associate of mine."

Soundwave growled… he was only listening to this human temporarily. Once he finds Megatron, he'd crush this despicable human, but not before torturing his family. They were all snobbish and believed themselves to be better than other humans. He wasn't there to protect them. They just served as a tactical advantage. They were just like those cybertronians in Iacon. Sipping energon while the working class toiled in misery.

"Hey? Did you hear me?" Dylan snapped his finger again but stopped when Soundwave transformed. The Gatling gun on his shoulder started to spin, but no bullets came out of the chamber… yet.

"Human: Learn place/ Soundwave: superior." It was taking all his strength not to smash the human. They were currently outside his estate, and the other humans, mainly his family, backed away. He's already made an example by murdering this pathetic human's grandfather after he attempted to assault Frenzy. All they found was the bloodied remains and millions of bullet holes piercing his pathetic flesh.

Transforming, Soundwave drove off. His armor shined before turning blue and white… This is how he liked it. Being completely silver bothered him. A screen appeared on the windshield, and a growl erupted from his vocal processor. What sniveling human was trying to gather his human's information? Raising an optic, he frowned. Whoever was attempting to crack her phone was doing it externally, but it was right outside her house according to the GPS. Another growl erupted. Was some human stalking his femme? It was only a matter of time before he took the femme, and that sweet scent would be his forever. This very idea made his frame quiver.

His research on Samantha had been very minimal. There wasn't much information in her personal records. She didn't even have a social media account like most humans. While part of him hated the idea, since it made collecting information harder, he was also glad. She wasn't posing for pointless pictures and posting them like some human femme. He didn't understand the point of it. However, Frenzy's intel has been quite insightful. A final growl echoed from him, "Samantha Witwicky is mine. Soundwave will make certain of it." It had been millennia since he spoke naturally. Though his voice still had that filtered sound to it.

(Midnight)

Samantha turned in her sleep. A squeaking sound was hurting her ears. Almost as if someone were scratching glass with a distant scream in the background. Cupping her ear, her head started to hurt. Sitting up, she clutched both sides of her head, "Ah!" An indescribable pain erupted inside her mind, and the squeaking was getting louder. "My mind feels like it's splitting." As quickly as it appeared, the pain vanished. "What the hell?" The last time she felt such pain was when she was in divination and tried to force a crystal ball's prophecy.

Getting up, she went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Looking herself over, she sighed in relief, 'It doesn't look like anything has happened.' Leaving the bathroom, she bumped her side on the table, and a picture frame dropped. "Damn it." Grabbing the broken frame, she picked up the photo. It was her sitting in a chair and behind her was a very notable wizard, Albus Dumbledore. During her final years at Hogwarts, he had done something unheard of and even made headlines for the Daily Prophet. He'd taken her on as his apprentice. She'd learned so much from him, not only in the dark arts, but all forms of magic. Next to where the picture had been was a small rectangular case. In addition to the book she'd gotten from him, this was his final gift to her.

Setting the photo down, she opened the case and looked at the wand lying inside. He'd given her his wand. Why? Even she wasn't sure, but nevertheless, she cherished it. Frankly… he almost seemed happy to be rid of it. He now went back to using his wand that he'd gotten as a child. 'I always thought this was the wand he'd gotten as a child.' Grabbing the white wand, she clutched it. She had minimal idea of the wand's true power. Dumbledore wanted to talk to her about its origins, but on a different date. He seemed on edge when giving her the wand. As if he were afraid someone was spying on them.

Before Samantha turned off the light, she heard a familiar nose, 'Is… is that my car?' Running to her window, she cautiously leaned out and saw her car's headlights turn on. She could make out the shadow of someone behind the wheel. Frowning, she quickly changed her clothes and grabbed her broom from the closet. Looking back at the table, she grabbed the white wand, 'I am too tired to deal with this.' Stepping on the window frame, she jumped forward and took off. The wind blew past her face as she flew high into the air.

After getting to a reasonable high, she saw her car speeding down the road. 'Idiot.' She was the last person they wanted to steal from. Keeping to the clouds, she stayed high and followed her car. A haunting glare was on Samantha's face. 'Ugh~I should have tied my hair into a ponytail.' Flying with it unkempt was bothersome, especially when it was windy.

(20 Minutes Later)

After following her car to the outskirts of town, she noticed it pulling up to an old junkyard. A little farther, she could see a massive storm drain. "Maybe a week as a toad will be punishment enough. Or what about binding his legs together." Looking around the scrapyard, she found a suitable place to land and hide her broom. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she leaned around the metal beam and watched her car drive closer to the storm drain.

Looking at her wand, Samantha bit her lip. While she'd love to make herself entirely invisible, she knew that casting that spell on the human body was risky. 'I guess I could use the disillusionment charm.' The difference between the charm and invisibility was her skin and clothes would be similar to a chameleon. If cast correctly, it would grant a wizard something close to invisibility. Sliding her wand out, she made a downward arch. The tips of her wand lit up and gave a low whistle. Slowly, her clothes and skin faded. 'Okay, this should work.' She touched her body despite not being able to see her hands. 'I swear if I drop my wand.' The last time she cast this spell on herself, she spent three hours trying to find her wand. And she couldn't cast the counterspell without it.

Sneaking to the cave, she silently muttered another spell under her breath to silence her footsteps. Peaking into the storm drain, her eyes widened. Her car was in the middle of the drain… and it was starting to transform. She was also surprised by the other seven mechanical beings standing there. 'I should've stayed in bed.'

(Beforehand)

Activating his holoform, Bumblebee turned on his engine and drove from the Witwicky's house. He was going to see Ratchet. Hopefully, the medic could explain what the human had done to him. As he reached the end of the road, he failed to notice a shadow take off into the sky.

'Primus, I hope I didn't wake the femme up.' Driving down the street, Bumblebee felt like someone was watching him. And he knew better than most mechs to listen to his senses. As a former energon scout, it saved him countless times.

After getting out of town, Bumblebee tuned his sensors, 'No Decepticon signature.' If he was in his standard form, he'd be shaking his helm. Why would the Decepticons come to Earth? The only reason they were here in the first place was because of Optimus' superstitious vision. 'Maybe Ratchet can see what the human put in me.' He attempted to activate the button now on his dashboard, but it refused to budge.

Once he arrived at the storm drain, he slowed down, 'I smell the femme.' Or at the very least, the sweet scent that made his servos lock up. But he'd just driven to the outskirts of town. There was no possible way a human could follow him on foot. Going into the storm drain, the rest of the Autobots turned to look at him.

Ratchet was growling, "Alright, explain again what happened?" Transforming, Bee looked at Ratchet. In a series of beeps and clicks, he quickly explained his dilemma. Ratchet frowned, "Open your chest plate."

Sunstreaker was off to the side, growling, "Couldn't this wait till I've had a solar cycle of recharge?" He was in the middle of recharging.

Optimus and Ratchet looked into Bumblebee's chest plate and saw the cylindrical object sitting above his spark chamber. Aiming his arm, Ratchet scanned the device, "According to these readings… it's just a hunk of silver." The medic looked unamused. Did Bumblebee really wake them all from recharge for this? And the very notion that it turned him 'invisible' was just ridiculous. He was reaching behind his back to grab his wrench.

Bumblebee clenched his fist. He hated being branded a liar. Opening his side, he shot a small rod from his servo and felt around his dashboard. 'Where is it?'

Optimus shook his helm, "Bumblebee, if you are unfit to take care of the femme then~" He couldn't finish his sentence when he hears a clicking sound come from Bee. Everyone froze when Bumblebee started to disappear.

Ratchet blinked and reached out to where Bee was just standing, "Impossible." His servo pressed against Bumblebee's helm. So he was still there.

Optimus looked to his medic, "Ratchet?" Perhaps he could explain. Meanwhile, the rest of the Autobots were walking over. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were poking Bee, though they still couldn't see him.

Activating his scanner again, "Don't move." When the beam scanned across the air, it passed right through Bumblebee. "I said, don't move!" How was he supposed to scan the fragging scout if he moved?

Sideswipe looked to Ratchet, "Hey, Doc. He's still standing here." His servo was resting on Bee's shoulder, or at least he assumed it was.

Bringing his scanner closer, he got the same results. "This isn't camouflage."

Optimus was trying to comprehend what Ratchet was saying, "Perhaps a cloaking device?" Decepticons had such technology. For a brief moment, a fragrance hit his nose, 'What is that?' It smelled familiar. Unknowingly, the rest of the Autobots were having similar reactions. Each of them found their frames getting warmer. Off to the side, Prowl's door wings were twitching as he attempted to cover his face. Why did he feel so hot? His spike was throbbing behind his interface plate.

Back to the conversation at hand, Ratchet shook his helm, "Unlikely. Whatever this human has installed in Bumblebee has rendered him… invisible." He shivered at saying that word. He despised it.

The bots all stared at Ratchet. He did not believe in concepts of invisibility. He once hit the twins over the helms with his wrench when they argued it could exist. Cloaking and camouflage, yes. But he's always been adamant among them how the concept of 'invisibility' was impossible.

Sunstreaker was smiling, "Looks like you owe Sideswipe and I a few cubes of energon, Doc. What happened to, 'Invisibility is a sparkling's idea?'" Ratchet was glaring at him. Meanwhile, Bumblebee hit the button on his dashboard again, and he slowly faded back into existence.

Just as Optimus was about to question his scout, there was a crashing sound by the storm drain's entrance. Immediately, the bots looked towards the exit.

(Samantha)

Samantha's eyes were wide, and her heart was pounding inside her chest. There were giant robots in the storm drain. Her car was a giant robot!? Listening to their conversation, she was confused and somewhat scared. 'Holy crap! I'm dreaming.' She covered her mouth and attempted to control her breathing. She didn't know how fair their hearing was. 'Calm down. Just calm down.' It was apparent that they weren't created by magic. One law of magic is its inability to work with technology and grant sentience. The theory has been tested and failed countless times. Muggle technology, perhaps?

Leaning too far, she lost her balance, and her arm knocked over a pile of trash. The robots looked towards the commotion. 'Shit!' The Autobots pulled out their guns and were aiming at the entrance. 'Please don't see me. Please don't see me.' She repeated the phrase in her head.

The largest mech made a motion with his hand, "Autobots, be on guard." He reached behind his back and pulled out a gun… was that inside of his back?

Samantha stood still as they approached the entrance. Jazz looked at the trash, "My scanners ain't picking up anything, Optimus." Looking a bit closer, he tilted his helm, "Hold up a click." The wall looked distorted, and he almost didn't notice.

Sunstreaker saw the distortion as well, "What the frag is that!?" Aiming his gun, he fired at the distortion, which quickly jumped out of the way. "Come out, Decepticon scum!"

Samantha was panting as she avoided the blast. "Shit." Gripping her wand, a small light emitted from the tip before exploding into a blinding light.

The Autobots were unprepared when a light knocked them back. The force was strong enough to knock Optimus back and into the wall.

Not wasting any time, She got up and ran, "Accio Nimbus." She extended her wand as she ran. Back at the storm drain, the giant robots were coming out. The yellow one that shot at her looked furious.

"Where are you, you fragging con!?"

Optimus activated his faceplate, "Autobots, find the scout." Jazz jumped out and transformed, speeding down the dirt path looking for the distortion again.

Ironhide cocked his hand cannon, "Been a while since I've blasted a minicon." The rest of the bots ran out of the drain and transformed. Splitting up, they started to comb the junkyard.

Samantha looked up and saw her broom flying towards her, 'Yes!' She was too panicked and confused to apparate correctly, she might splinch herself. Her broom graciously floated toward her, 'What was that?' Mounting her broom, she froze when headlights shined on her. Shooting her head to the left, she saw the semi-truck just a few feet away, looking directly at her. She was still transparent.

Optimus had noticed the distortion running and quickly decided to catch up to it; however, what he stumbled upon confused him. Switching his headlights on, he saw a broom floating in mid-air. The light shined on Samantha, making her shadow appear on the wall. "Halt!"

Gripping her broom, she took off into the sky, the enchantment on her skin slowly faded away.

Transforming, Optimus stood up and looked at the sky. 'A… human?' He was confident it was a human, but she was too far away for him to recognize her. Optimus had a blank expression on his face. He was speechless. They've been discovered by a human, and she escaped on a broom.

Ratchet and Prowl approached Optimus, "Prime! Did you find the con? Prime?"

He spoke through the comm-link, "Autobots, we have a situation… we've been discovered by a human. She escaped."

Ironhide immediately shouted, "It's a human prime! Just drive after her."

Optimus watched silently as the human faded from eyesight; she became lost in the clouds. There was a sinking feeling in his frame. They needed to find a new location to hide. But the question still rang in his head, how can a human fly on a broom? According to his search on its purpose, it was used only to sweep the ground. His processor had never become this jumbled before. Meanwhile, his nose indulged in the bewitching scent that made his spark pulse.

Ratch and Prowl stopped yelling at Optimus and sniffed the air. Their faceplates heated up, and Ratchet crossed his arms. 'F~frag me... Where the hell is the scent coming from?' His spike was begging for attention. As for Prowl, his processor was having a mini-crash as he indulged in the sweet fragrance. His glossa fell out of his mouth as he gave a few pants. He needed to interface with the femme making this scent.

Optimus turned around and noticed the two Autobots here just as shaken as he was. "The human has escaped into the clouds. We must hide somewhere else." Meanwhile, Prime was trying to keep himself together. His spike was fully pressurized, and he wanted to interface. Normally calm and collective, the scent made Optimus weak. He wanted to find the femme that made this scent and interface until she was coated with his scent.

Optimus and Ratchet watch Prowl fall to the ground as his processor crashed. His wings gave a few twitches. Ratchet growled, "You just had to crash here of all places, didn't you?"

(Author Notes)

That is it for chapter 4. I hope all of you are enjoying the story so far. As you can see, I'm not following the traditional story scene-by-scene. Also, sorry for the long wait; I've been rather busy with personal matters (College classes), So my time is being eaten a lot. Though the good news is that by taking my time with this chapter, I can notice all the grammatical errors I made in it. Though, if you do see any grammatical mistakes, please forgive me. I try to get all of them, but a few escape my sight. It is usually easier for everyone else to notice because they didn't write it. But I always make sure to edit my stories before submitting. Nothing ruins a story quicker than horrible grammar.