Harry Potter and the All Spark

Warning: This story will have slash and bashing

Disclaimer: (I should have done this from the beginning) Harry Potter and Transformers do not belong to me.

A/N: This story was inspired by Ie-maru's Sparked by magic. A really great story and I hope one day it will be completed. I will try my best so this story will not come out the same as hers.

I will ask for forgiveness for any wrong spelling or grammar. I hope that with time I will get better. It's just like that saying "Practice makes things perfect" or something like that.

Thank you all for reading my story and for taking your time telling me what you think about my story, I really appreciated it. I'm also glad I've cleared some misunderstandings.

Also if you have any suggestions for this story, please tell me, as I sometimes get stuck with what to write next. All suggestions will be taken in mind and I will see what to do with them.

Thank you.

Harry Potter and the All Spark

Chapter 3 ~ Accepting my Creations

Last time:

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?"

Now:

The small little robot gave a soft chuckle and spoke, "I said, hello father".

"Wait, you mean me?" Harry asked pointing to himself.

"Yes, you." he said pointing at Harry, who had a feeling that the robot was amused.

The small little robot sat on the edge of the bed table, never taking his eyes away from Harry.

"You are me and my older brother's father." His small little legs were now swinging back and forth.

"You have an older…brother?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Yes I do."

"And is he here as well? Another little digital camera?"

"No father, he is outside." the robot said, pointing a tiny metallic finger at the window.

Slowly Harry got up and looked outside the window, expecting to see a camera on his windowsill but found nothing. Looking around with the help of the street lights and the moonlight, he tried looking for another tiny robot. But he couldn't spot anything.

"He is over there father, on the other side of the street. He is that black car." The little robot was now beside him, pointing excitedly at said black car.

"It is rude to point." Harry chastised softly at the tiny robot, lowering the robot's small finger.

When it was finally registered what was said, both of them froze looking at each other with large eyes and optics. Then, a large smile grazed the robot's face.

"Forgive me father."

"Uh, yeah, just…don't do that again." Harry said awkwardly, turning to watch the black car.

The tiny robot nodded and turned to watch the car as well.

"So…that car is your older brother?"

"Yes, he is."

"And does he turn into a robot like you?" he asked turning down to look at the tiny robot.

Harry then decided to observe him. The robot was actually small, he'd say about the size of a Barbie doll. It also had very thin arms, legs, and waist, but his chest was just a bit wider with a button in the middle. His head wasn't too small or too big, it was actually a right size for his body. It didn't have a nose, but he could make out where his mouth was. The weird thing was that his left optic was blue and small, but his right one was much bigger. It was shaped like the lenses from the camera he had seen before it had been turned into a robot. When the tiny robot spoke, it was very soft and it sounded like a little boy's voice.

"Yes he does, only much more bigger than I am."

"Ok, why do you say that I am your father?"

"Because you are. You created us, giving us life with your power."

"My power? ...you mean my magic."

"If that is what your power is called, then yes"

"But how did I do it, and were you the ones that saved me last night?" he said coming to that realization.

It made sense now. The fuzzy memory came to the surface of his mind. Seeing a car driving and tiny robot walking towards him, both things looked exactly like the black car and robot beside him. Waking up on the backseat of a car and seeing a small digital camera between the front seats, exactly like the one that used to be on his bed table. They had to be the ones that saved him.

"Yes, we were the ones that saved you from that bad man. And as for how, we are not very sure; all we know is that you had created us with your power."

"How did you save me after I created you and why?"

"Well… it is within our instincts to protect the one that created us, in this case you. Besides, you looked frightened and really small when you were with that man, it was the right thing to do."

"So you only saved me because you felt obliged to do it and because you felt pity?" he asked a bit hurt.

"No father, we saved you because we wanted to, something told us you were our father, and so we protected the one that gave us life." the small said with pain in his voice.

Both looked at each other one with pleading and hurt optics and the other with guilt for causing that pain.

"Something told you?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow and with a soft voice.

"Yes, we felt your power, your magic. It literally felt so pure and powerful enough to give us life." Here, the small robot moved closer, his head leaning against Harry's shoulder.

Harry let him, his own resting on the window frame. They both would have fallen in a almost peaceful quiet, if Harry didn't have so many questions.

"How did you know where I lived?"

"We didn't, big brother was just driving aimlessly around town when we felt a bit of energy similar to yours." the robot answered.

"You felt somebody else with magic?" Here, Harry wasn't sure to panic or feel happy that he wasn't forgotten.

"Yes, his… magic… is strong, but not as strong as yours. We found him near this home, although he didn't look content watching the house behind a tree."

"Huh?" Harry looked down at the robot with confusion, "Why was he watching the house?"

"We do not know, we thought that he will be able to help us because you were loosing blood, so I wrote him a letter and threw the paper at him." he said the last part with a chuckle that even made Harry let out one of his own, "He didn't appreciate it, but nonetheless he read the letter."

Here, the robot stopped a bit to engross in the memory where that black clothed man had helped them. They had already sent a message to the police about Michael Thorn (they had looked him up in the internet) and prayed that the man will help their father, so the tiny robot wrote a quick letter to the man, telling him that an injured boy was on the backseat of a black car. To their relief, the man had helped him.

"He was very kind to help us and he did it quickly, but he seemed very shock when he saw you." A confused expression graced his face.

"Really, he was? What did he look like?" Harry asked.

"He had long, black, and oily like hair, pale skin, and a crooked nose. Oh, and he wore lots of black clothing" the robot answered.

Harry only knew one person with description, and that person was his potions teacher, Professor Severus Snape. A man, who is wildly known at school for being a right down git to everybody except his students, the Slytherins, and who hates him more than others. For Harry, his potions master helping was impossible, or who knows. There were rumors around Hogwarts saying that he had helped many students throughout the years he taught who really needed it.

Who knows, maybe Snape did help him.

"Then what happened?" he asked.

"He healed you. You had a small slice on your neck, and even though the wound wasn't mortal, you still lost plenty of blood." the robot said in sad, guilty tone.

"Did you blame yourselves for that?" Harry had to know.

"Yes, we do." the robot lowered his head and if he could cry, Harry was pretty sure he would have a few tears running down his face.

"Hey, look at me." Harry said in soft, but stern voice.

The robot slowly turned his head upwards to look at Harry. He had a sad expression on his metallic face, and it just reached to Harry's heart.

"It's nether yours or your brother's fault. If anything, I should be thanking you for saving my life. I mean, do you even know who that bad man was?" he asked, looking at the small robot.

"Yes, that man is Michael Thorn." the robot said. "We looked him up at the internet. We were the ones that had sent the anonymous message." he supplied when he saw his father's confused look.

"Thank you, although I would have thought it was that black clothed man that had sent the message." he said, smiling gratefully at the little robot

"Your welcome father, and we did give him a letter explaining what had happened to you. I believe when he finished reading it, he said something like "incompetent mangy thief, all your bloody fault" and something about taking the letter to somebody name Bumble Bore and a copy to Bones" he said with a shrug.

Harry's mind was spinning. He wanted to ask more, but he was actually very tired. But, he had to know a few things before he went to sleep.

"What are your names?" he asked.

"Huh?" His question had completely baffled the small robot, making Harry chuckle at how cute that had sounded.

"I said, what are your names?" he asked again with a small smile.

"Oh, we do not have names as you have not given one to us." the small robot responded.

"Well, looks like you and your brother have to wait for me to name you; I mean a name is not easy to come up with."

"All right father, I think we can wait" he had said do sadly, bowing and turning his head away, just a bit.

Awkwardly, Harry tried to say something to cheer up the robot or at least lessen the mood. So naturally, he said the first thing he had in mind.

"What have you and your brother been doing all day?"

"Hmm, well big brother was driving around the block to make sure it is safe, and I have keeping watch of all those strange humans watching your house."

"Wait, people are watching my house?" Harry asked incredulously and a bit suspicious.

"Yes, that is one of my reasons to come here, apart to see if you were all right. I came to show you the pictures I took of the humans. Here, watch these." The small robot then pressed the small button on his chest.

His small chest started to open up, the button shifted to a corner and the two opened side connected side by side to make a screen. The robot pressed the small button again in the center and an image appeared on the screen.

"These are the pictures I took today. They are a bit blurry and the people were well hidden, but I was still capable to take great pictures". He pressed the left side of the button and one by one pictures appeared, revealing the figures of people all hidden at some specific point where nobody can see them, but they can see all.

Even thought they were a bit blurry, Harry was able to take note that these people all had robes on and a wand at hand. Harry could have sworn he saw Mr. Weasley and Professor Moody in one or two of them.

"These are great pictures Spy Cam." he said deciding not ponder too much on this. His head was starting to suffer a massive headache.

"Huh?" the small robot asked, the screen disappearing and shifting back into his chest.

"Spy Cam, that's a perfect name for you." Harry said with a small smile which was returned by the now named Spy Cam.

"Yeah, I believe you are correct father."

"So what is your brother like, we have to come up with a name for him." he said, looking at the window towards the silent black car.

"Big brother doesn't talk much, but he is very protective of us and he really likes driving around, especially with speed." It wasn't much, but Harry had the perfect name for him.

"Speed huh…do you think he will like the name Black Speed?" he asked, tucking himself and Spy Cam under the covers.

"Coming from you father, he will love it" Spy Cam said cuddling deep under the covers, by his father´s side.

"All right, night Black Speed, night Spy Cam" Harry said a big yawn.

"Goodnight father" Spy Cam said, closing his optics and going into recharge mode. To Harry, that meant going to sleep for the small robot.

Before drifting to sleep, Harry could have sworn he heard a gruff, metallic voice say, "Goodnight father."

Harry slept with a smile grazing his face.

Mary: Please review and tell me what you think, but overly rude comments will not be appreciated.

By the way I might not be updating a chapter a day anymore, as my winter vacations are almost over and I still have to do homework (I hate biology), so I will like to ask for a bit of patience.

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