Chapter 2 – A New Threat
Disclaimer: I own nothing of either Harry Potter or Transformers. Don't sue, please. I'm poor.
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Alright, I wasn't going to continue this, because I really didn't have any ideas on what to do, but lots of people asked, so I tried to put something together. Read it at your own risk.
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Harry sighed. He was so going to be facing a court martial for this.
Voldemort had been defeated years ago, with the help of his mechanical friends, and Harry had subsequently been exiled from the Wizarding world for the heinous crimes of demon summoning. He tried to explain to them that Rust Bucket, Storm Rider, and Gravatrix were not evil demons he brought forth from the underworld, but they didn't listen. They refused his claims that anything of muggle origin could ever be greater than something build by wizards.
Harry, being cut off from Quidditch, feeling the need to fly again, and having no real muggle education to fall back on, soon found himself knocking on the front door of the local RAF recruitment office.
He quickly rose through the ranks, if not for his own piloting skills then due to the fact the Storm Rider had altered his appearance to that of the fighter jet he was assigned. It was extremely reassuring to know that the craft you were piloting wanted to prevent any crashes or accidents just as much as you did.
Of course, then Gravatrix had to go and identify some strange energy signatures, energy signatures that matched the ones given off by him and the others. And of course one of those signatures just happened to coincide with the location where that American army base was destroyed.
So a court martial, for stealing his 'plane' and going out to the States to find out what was going on.
'Bloody hero complex,' he whined, blaming himself for his own misfortune.
'Sometimes,I wish I was still fighting Voldemort. Life was somehow easier then, even if I was under the constant threat ofdeath. It was hilarious back then, laughing as Death Eaters tried to figure out how to destroy Rust Bucket and the others, panicking as their powerless curses just reflected off their armor. I still remember the final battle…'
FLASHBACK
"Malfoy must be really happy about this," spoke Harry.
"Indeed, Master," replied the ever faithful Rust Bucket, the Transformer that was created from Uncle Vernon's company car. "It seems like something that would inflate his ego into … stellar quantities."
"Haha, you still need to work on your humor a little bit, Rusty, but you're right. Voldemort basing all his operations out of Malfoy Manor must be a really big ego boost to him."
"Are we going to attack?"
"Tonight? No. We sent off Storm Rider and Gravatrix to assimilate better forms. I don't think they were happy being those antique relics we found at that landfill. We'll wait till they get back. Then, then we'll attack."
"Excellent, Master."
Several days later an attack was made on Malfoy Manor. The wards shattered as giant mechanical bipeds walked onto the grounds, charging up their weapons as they moved. Cannons blasted as various structures around the yard went up in smoke. The greenhouse, the quidditch padlock, they all disappeared in a haze of fire.
"Milord," whimpered Peter Pettigrew, better known as Wormtail, or the Marauder-That-Betrayed. "Someone is attacking us!"
"The wards have fallen!" screamed LuciusMalfoy. His manor was being attacked, what was he supposed to do? How would he preserve the Malfoy legacy?
"Master!" shouted BellatrixLestrange. "Will you let me go play with whoever is out there? I could claw out their eyeballs, peal off their skin, listen in joyous rapture to all their screams!" She was salivating now. "Please Master! Let me play!"
"We are those who are pure of blood," spoke Voldemort, quietly, from his makeshift throne. "We shall not allow the Mudbloods to prevail against us. Go forth, my loyal Death Eaters, and destroy those who oppose us. We will take back what is rightfully ours, and will reign for all time!"
Cheers went up from the crowd as they moved out. Their lord would not let them die, would he?
But all was in vain, as they exited the manor only to be confronted with massive golems. They thought that perhaps it was Dumbledore and his Order who were attacking, but no, it was these giants. And they gleamed in the moonlight, looking faintly … muggle …
"Die muggle abominations!" screamed one Death Eater, launching a killing curse at the nearest golem. Laughing, Gravatrix grinned as the curse reflected off his metal body, blasting off in a random direction.
Without a sound, the three Transformers began to annihilate the prejudiced witches and wizards. One by one they annihilated them, crushing them under their feet, as they marched forward.
On the other side of the Manor, just entering the wards, stood Harry Potter, surrounded by three more Transformers, albeit smaller ones. They only stood to about waist height.
"Just like Voldemort," Harry mused, "To send his men towards the slaughter, while he hides in the deepest basements of Malfoy Manor."
Walking forward, he addressed his companions. "Castrol, Kendall, Havolineare you ready? Moody is helping us out, setting up anti-apparition wards right now. Your brothers are already wreaking havoc, so our job is to sneak down into the Manor and kill Voldemort."
"Affirmative," they each spoke, before reverting into a toy race car and a pair of walkie-talkies. Scooping them up, Harry put them into a bag and slung it over his shoulder, before getting out his invisibility cloak and slipping it on, beginning his journey into the Manor.
"Master!" sniveled Wormtail. "The muggle abominations are winning, and anti-apparition wards have been set up around the property. What are we supposed to do?"
Voldemort never got to answer, however, because at that moment a loud bang was heard, as Pettigrew dropped over, dead, a large whole in his face. Taking off his cloak and stepping out from the shadows, Harry approached the Dark Lord, holding a gun forwards.
"Potter! What are you doing here? Are you the one responsible for this attack? Do you really expect you can defeat me, the great Lord Voldemort?"
"No Riddle, I'm not here to defeat you, I'm here to destroy you." The bag Harry was carrying is exploded, as the Transformers leaped out in their humanoid forms, ready and primed for battle.
"Remember, my friends, make it as painful as possible, he deserves it."
"No!" screamed Voldemort as they began to attack, blocking bullets with protego while flinging killing curse after killing curse at the robots, only for them to have no effect. "No!" he shouted again, as they moved into hand-to-hand combat range. His cries were useless however, as Harry looked on without mercy, watching Voldemort being ripped apart, limb by limb, as his flesh was torn away.
END FLASHBACK
Looking at his navigational screen, Harry observed they were halfway over the Atlantic by now. "Faster than any jet we've ever made, Storm, but we still need to go faster. And you've communicated for Rusty, Havoline, and the others to acquire some other form of transportation, right?"
Harry's only answer was the roaring of the engines as they increased threefold, pressing him back into his seat as the acceleration kicked in.
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"Mr. Secretary," spoke the unidentified man. "I need to speak with you. It's about what's been going on."
"Look, I don't have time for this right now …"
"I'm with Sector 7; I think you need to have a look at what I have to show you."
"Look, I have never heard of any Sector 7. It's Sector 1 through 6, and then 9. There is no 7."
The man frowned. Sector 9?What's Sector 9? No matter, it's not important right now. "Sir, you need to see this, I am here on Presidential authority."
The Secretary of Defense frowned. Couldn't this stranger understand that he didn't have the time to talk to him? Suddenly the lights flickered and an aide announced the network was down. Okay, maybe he did have the time to talk.
The Secretary was astounded. Aliens? Sector 7 dealt with alien incursions? That was almost more unbelievable than Sector 9. Still, he had to do anything in his power to protect this country. It was his sworn duty.
"Now, Mr. Secretary, we've already captured one of the units, and a family they were in contact with. If you come with me, we can hopefully resolve this situation."
"Very well, we can …"
"Sir!" another aide interrupted. "We have visual reports of an aircraft approaching. It's a fighter jet. We are receiving radio hails. It has a British call sign sir, and is ignoring warnings to vacate airspace."
"What?"
"It's right over head of us sir. Wait, we are detecting an energy surge … it's stopped! Right above us."
"How? It's a jet, not a chopper."
A dull thud resounded throughout the Pentagon as Storm Rider impacted the ground, carrying its Master in its hands. Reaching down, it released Harry, just as the Secretary of Defense and his small group arrived.
The Sector 7 representative was stunned. He had seen the frozen unit they were studying, but never had he seen a working model. Storm Rider was tall and sleek, possessing a thin body armed with small arms weapons and what appeared to be various styles of knives. He spouted a large booster back on his back that was framed by two forward flipping cannons.
"Captain Harry James Potter, British Royal Air Force," interrupted a young man, shocking the group out of its silence. "I detected some energy readings that were comparable to my friend's, here, thought we might come help out. I was also kinda hoping you could speak to the RAF command back home, talk them out of giving me a court martial."
"What the hell is going on!"
"I've come to help, Mr. Secretary."
"But how, I thought they were attacking us! How do you have one right there!"
"I don't know about any others, but as for Storm Rider here … well, Sector 9, Mr. Secretary."
Sector 9. The Secretary's eyes widened. The magical division. Those damn idiots always interfering in the lives of normal people.
"Sector 9, does that mean the others are also …"
"I don't know, sir. I've always been able to do … this, but I've never heard of anybody else who was like me."
"Hmmmm." The Secretary mused. This captain could be beneficial, especially if the others attacked again. "Alright, we are heading out for the Hoover Dam. I suppose you can come along with us. You have any more of those by any chance?"
Harry smiled.
The Sector 7 representative, meanwhile, was in almost in a state of shock. 'How does he have one of those … things … and we didn't know about it. And what the hell is Sector 9?'
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AN: Anyways, here is Chapter 2. Sector 9, if nobody guessed, is the part of the government responsible for relations with the magical world. And as for how Voldemort was killed, well, what can be better than him not being killed by not only muggle ways, but specifically muggle toys, especially if those toys are a pair of walkie-talkies and an electronic race car. Ahhh, the irony. I enjoyed it at least.
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