Harry Potter and the All Spark

Warnings: Will have slash and both Dursley and light bashing.

Warnings: Will have slash and both Dursley and light bashing.

A/N:Ok first of all I will like to thank

Mrsharrypotter:I'm really glad you liked Harry's comments.

Shadowhuntrz

Namikaza Natsumi-hime

Walen wikon

Missingnin0x0

Next, in one of the reviews it said that my story has the same starting point as Ie-maru's story Sparked by Magic and I will like to say that I was actually inspired by her story. Ie-maru's story just sounded so realistic. It was one of those stories that you could actually picture it in your mind, and her characters were simply just amazing. Sadly, she hasn't updated in a few months leaving me very sad and I just sort of had this story in my mind for a long time.

Another thing I will like to say is that my spelling and grammar are actually 5 years behind and a bit forgotten in English, so I will ask for forgiveness if there is something wrong with my spelling and grammar.

Overall thank you for your time to tell me how you think about my story even though it is written by an amateur. And I promise I will try my best so this story will not come out the same as Ie-maru's.

Thank you.

Disclaimer: Neither Mary or I (Kuro) own Transformers or Harry Potter. If I did, then both worlds would be corrupt and full of chaos… he he he.

Harry Potter and the All Spark

Chapter 2~ Saved by his Created Life

Last time:

Harry didn't know how long the ride was, but they eventually stopped by an old warehouse. Parking the car in front of it, the man got out of the car and went to open the backseat door to claim his prize, only to be kicked hard on the stomach by said pretty prize.

"Why you little… you just made it worst for yourself, pretty!" the man snarled and dragged Harry out of the car by his shirt. He slammed the small black haired boy on the car's hood face first.

The man cut the rope around Harry's ankles and spread his legs with his knee while pressing his body to Harry's.

'Oh no… please somebody help me, anybody please help me!' Harry weakly thought, reaching out for his magic to help him, but he quickly lost the feeble connection once he began panicking.

Without Harry's knowledge, the magic found him somebody to help him, to protect him and along with it, the power to create his own family.

Now:

Tears began to freely cascade down Harry's cheeks and falling one by one onto the car. He couldn't believe it. How could a simple walk down an old lady's house come to this?

So many times Fate had been a bitch to him, but this just took the cake. He tried in vain to get the man off him, although though he wasn't strong, but he was able to lay a good kick on the man's shin.

"God dam it you shit!" the man cursed and slammed Harry's head on the car's hood, making him dizzy.

He let out a choked sob when he felt the knife on his throat again, this time grazing a thin line. A small trail of crimson blood leaked out. Harry willed his magic to numb his body, and he closed his eyes tight. He didn't want to feel the pain that was to come. Harry escaped within his mind and wasn't aware of what was happening to him, but he did feel himself lose consciousness.

The world turned black.

Harry woke up and found himself lying on the ground. His vision was fuzzy and his body was numb. In his hazy state, he could make out the screams of the man that kidnapped him.

"What's going on?"he thought as he felt the first few rays of sun light on his worn out body. He was losing consciousness again, but not before he spotted a black car and… a small, little robot walking towards him (or in the car's case driving). His last thought was that he had finally lost his mind.

He came to again, but this time he was wrapped in a thick, blue blanket with his head on a makeshift pillow of a smaller blanket. Looking around he noticed he was lying down on his back in the backseat of a car. He looked out the window to see a few large trees passing, but then he started to see houses and small buildings.

He heard the radio turned on and soft music began to play, slowly relaxing and lulling him to sleep.

He tried to catch a look at who ever driving, but the driver's seat was blocking his view. Harry then looked between the driver and passenger seats to see a small, silver digital camera facing him. He faintly noticed that the music playing softly from the radio was actually country. Huh. He kind of liked it. It was a big change from the scarce music he usually heard at his relative's home. He fell asleep.

"Boy!"

Harry sat up straight and with blurry eyes, tried to find the source destroying his peaceful sleep. He noticed he was leaning against a wall in a sitting position, a blue blanket pooling around his lap and surrounded by a large array of familiar flowers – his Aunt Petunia's flowers to be exact.

"Boy!"

"Funny," he thought, "That sounded just like Aunt Petunia."

"Boy! Don't make me repeat myself again"

Blimey! That was his aunt! However with a sleepy mind, he couldn't really tell where she was.

"Look up here, you ungrateful brat!"

Looking up, his emerald-green eyes met his aunt's blue ones looking down at him with an angry expression from a window.

"Boy, you better get inside the house this instant and start cooking breakfast or I will tell your uncle" she gritted out through clenched teeth.

With that warning, Harry finally fully woke up. He quickly got up and headed straight to the front door. His mind was still a bit fuzzy, but he clearly remembered that he was kidnapped by a crazy man that wanted to rape him. So… how did he end up here?

It was just so strange for him, not that he wasn't happy. Dear Merlin, he was very grateful that he was able to get away. The nagging question was how?

How did he escape that man?

He didn't get to ponder much on it when his aunt opened the door and yanked him inside.

"What do you think you are doing?" she said, closing and locking the door.

"The neighbors could have seen you!" she hissed at him.

"I'm sorry Aunt Petunia."

"You better be, now hurry up and cook breakfast for your uncle and Dudley." she hurried him down the hallway and practically threw him inside kitchen.

Luckily Harry was able to catch himself before he fell on the floor.

"And get that rag off your neck!" she screamed and shut the door with a bang.

Now confused, Harry reached up and there around his neck he felt a piece of cloth. Grabbing hold of it and taking it off, he saw that indeed it was a rather ripped rag. It was white and to his horror, it had blood colored stains all over it. Reaching for his throat, he tried feeling for a bloody wound. To his relief, it came out as negative.

Sighing, Harry made over to the sink and washed his hands before starting to make breakfast. He made a large amount of bacon, eggs, and toast, which he then started to pile them on plates with right amount of food for each family member. He put large portions for his uncle and cousin, a small portion for his aunt and a piece of toast, one egg, and one slice of bacon for him. Next, he placed two glasses of orange juice and two cups of tea on the table.

Soon, his uncle and fat cousin came down the stairs and they were all seated on their respective seats. His uncle and Dudley ripped through their breakfast while Harry and his aunt ate at a much more calming pace. Since the television was on (thanks to Dudley, who wasn't paying attention to it), his aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon quickly got engrossed with the morning news.

"This just in," they heard a female reporter say, "This early morning, the police received an anonymous text message, giving them the location of a well known kidnapper and rapist".

That last bit got their full attention, except Dudley's of course.

"Once they arrived, the police found the unconscious body of Michael Thorn. This reporter will like to remind the public that Michael Thorn has been wanted these past three months for the kidnap, rape and murder of 5 teenage boys. Michael Thorn was found in front an old run down warehouse on the edge of a forest just a few miles away from Surrey. Inside the warehouse, they found evidence that this is where he was hiding."

They showed a picture of the warehouse. It was made out of wood – the brown paint was peeling off and a few pieces of wood were missing. Strangely, it looked familiar to Harry.

"Not only did they find his hiding place, but also they found the corpses of four teenage boys. The boys had been raped, bound, gagged, and murdered by a slice through their throat, and they had been stuffed inside black plastic bags with their names on it. These young boys were between the ages of 13 and 16, just like Thorn's first five victims."

"Dear Lord, you heard that Vernon. That man could have murdered our sweet Dudley!" his aunt said with her hand placed over her heart.

"Calm down Pet. They caught him, and a man like that is going to rot in jail." his uncle calmed her.

"Searching for more possible victims, the police also found nine small digital cameras, which contained photographs of Thorn raping and killing his nine victims. For each victim, there was a small digital camera."

The female reporter said this slow and heartbreaking, as if wanting these words to forever be imprinted in our minds about how cruel the human being can be.

"It is most likely that this man, no monster, will spend the rest of his life in prison and away from our children. Good day."

The reporter was than replaced by a picture of Michael Thorn, and Harry felt his stomach churn.

A tall, burly, pale skinned man in his early thirties, with short brown hair and blue eyes was shown – those same blue eyes that Harry had been kidnapped by last night. Harry Potter had been kidnapped by Michael Thorn, a rapist and murderer, and for some unknown reason, Harry had escaped and lived.

Question is, how had he escaped?

And then a foggy, recent memory came to mind. Before losing consciousness, he remembered a car, a tiny robot walking towards him, the blanket (which he hid), the passing trees, the passing buildings, and the soft music.

It was just unbelievable. He was pretty sure that tiny robot was just a fragment of his imagination. Of course, in his hazy state, he must have imagined that robot.

Next on his mind, who had saved him?

He already accepted he couldn't have saved himself. Somebody who was probably passing must have come to his aid. But then…why was he left his aunt's flower beds and not in the hospital? I mean, he pretty much thought he would have been left in the hospital since his savior didn't know who he was. Or maybe he did, after all he did leave him at his relatives home.

"BOY! Stop your daydreaming and get to work!" his uncle screamed at him, thrusting a piece of paper at his chest.

"I want all those chores done by the time I get back." his uncle said, saying goodbye to Dudley and Petunia, and leaving for work.

The everyday summer routine began.

It looked like this time all his chores for the day were outdoors. His all time favorites.

-Mow the yard

-Weed the garden

-Water the flowers

-Paint the fence

-Plant the new flowers on the garden

Ok, he didn't like the chores, but at least he was going to be away from his relatives for a while so it didn't bother him that much.

"BOY, get to work now!"

Harry came out of his trance and quickly went to do his chores.

By the time he was finished, Harry was exhausted. He had worked all day and didn't get a single break. Then, he had to do dinner and had been given a very small portion to eat. He was sticky with sweat, and he was very thankful he was permitted to take a shower. After a long day of work, he decided he deserved a good long sleep.

Entering his small room, he looked around, seeing a small wardrobe to his side with little clothes inside. Across from him was a desk with books, quills, parchments, and ink, all of them placed neatly on top of his desk. An old chair was placed in front of the desk. Then, below the window his small bed and a small bed table were to be found. And finally, his school trunk was located at the foot of his bed

This small room belongs to him. He was happy to at least have privacy when staying at his relative's home.

Crossing his room and straight to his bed, Harry took out the blanket he had hidden and spread it carefully on his bed. Going under the covers, he was just about to blow the flame out on a candle he owned on his bed table when he saw something that wasn't there before.

On his bed table was a small silver digital camera. It looked strangely familiar to him, but he couldn't tell what. Then, to his shock, the small digital camera started to shift. In just a few seconds it had taken the form of a small robot.

Then, in a soft metal-like voice, it said, "Hello father."

Harry was actually amazed that he hadn't screamed in terror or fainted. All he could say with his mouth agape was, "What?"

Mary: Please review and tell me what you think, but be warned that overly rude reviews will not be welcomed.

By the way I need a name for the black car that will later appear, it was the same one that took Harry back to his aunt house. Thanks.

Again, thank you and I hope I cleared a few misunderstandings.

Kuro: Hi again! I just wanted to say that it would be helpful if you guys pointed out any mistakes I may have missed. Thanks!