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.

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.

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Chapter 5

A small trip to Diagon Ally

Last time:

During the ride back home, Harry had regained conscious, he wanted to ask what happen, but his children told, ordered him to rest. Parking near the house and with a promise to rest and give reports every hour. Harry, Cam and Tunes went inside Harry's relative's home. Ignoring the Dursleys, the three of them walked up the creaky stairs, and straight to their room. Changing into his faded, grey sweat pants and a blue shirt; Harry and Tunes went to sleep, while Cam and Speed keeping watch, once in a while resting for a bit.

Today was not their day.

Now:

The next day, Harry felt like the worst. He is supposed to be the father, the one to protect his children not the other way around. Now here he was, lying in bed, with two robots taking care of him.

"Guys, please, take a little recharge."-he once again tried to plead with his younger sons.

"No!"-and that will always be their response.

It was very strange, when he had woken up from a fitful sleep, buried under 6 thick blankets. Both Cam and Tunes looked very tired and paranoid, with every little noise they jumped a foot in the air their hands shift to thin canons. Said canons were actually able to shoot blue laser beams and bullets. And it was thanks to them he didn't have a wardrobe (turned to ash) and black scorches on the corner of his room. Thank Merlin, his relatives haven't smelt the burn wood, actually they never notice anything, to high on their overly large ego.

But that didn't matter. What matters now is to become stronger, more alert, for Pete's sake the Sorting Hat wanted to put him in Slytherin. The green and silver house, where those who were ambitious and cunning went. A house where the students were always on high alert (they had to, ¾ of the school hates them), going everywhere in groups, and he was pretty sure they had magical objects at hand. Where had his cunning Slytherins are famous for, gone during the summer.

And with a startled gasp and on the verge of tears, he came to realization. He had lowered his guard, even though he knew a mad man was back, and became one-hundred percent dependent on his sons.

He had gotten comfortable with the feeling of being loved and protected, that he forgot that he was a father.

It is his duty to protect his sons. It is his duty to tend to their needs. And it is duty to comfort them when needed. Like they need right now.

Taking the blankets off, he sat up with his head bowed concealing his tear streaked face.

"Cam…Tunes"-he said in shaky voice.

"Father what are you doing sitting up?"-Cam said when he faced away from the window, taking pictures and saw his father siiting up.

"Yeah, dad, you should be resting"-said Tunes from his place on the floor.

More tears flowed down his face and the guilt became more intense when he heard their shaky voice. The dementors had actually affected them, not like they did to humans, but they were still able to feel the sadness and pain of their memories. They apparently were able to feel before he gave them life. And out of all of his sons, he was very certain his oldest had it worst.

With unknown speed, he grabbed both his younger sons and held them tight in his chest sending a wave of soothing magic through his hug.

"I'm sorry…don't, let me finish"-he said when he saw them open their mouths to protest.-"I'm supposed to be your father ("You are" "Tunes! Let father finish"), it is my job to protect you, to tend to your wounds and to comfort you"-he hugged them a bit tighter.

Neither robot said anything, absorbing like a sponge the comfort their father was giving them.

"From now on things are going to change; we will all be protecting each other, you guys already have abilities to help, but you don't have all the knowledge. That is why we are going to shop."-he said looking straight at their optics with a tone that left no objections.

Slowly they disentangle themselves feeling much better and went outside to tell Speed the new agenda.

At first he was reluctant, but with three combined pouts and big puppy eyes-optics, he gave in. The promise to later go to a deserted place, and drive to his speed wish was very tempting, especially spending time with his family.

Cam had called work for him, and told Mrs. Cross he was sick, giving him the day off. He had also made sure that none of the "guard" (as they had decided to call the wizards spying on him) was there as well. Funny, that they left him alone for 8 hours everyday. Cam swears a shaggy, filthy man stays behind a tree for a minute before he dissapears.

Sending a wave of both soothing and comforting magic to Speed, with Harry showing the way, they speed into London.

They soon stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron; it was a tiny grubby-looking pub. Just one look at it and all three robots were quick to protest. Well now did he think about it, the Leaky should remodel a bit.

"Guys calm down; it looks better in the inside."-he tried to reason with them.

Finally they gave in, with Cam and Tunes in digital camera and MP3 mode inside Harry's pocket, Harry went inside the pub.

"You said it was better in the inside, Why is it Dark? Why is everyone wearing funny clothes? And can I come out and have a bit fun?"-he heard Tunes voice through the small headphones placed around his neck. It was concealed by the dark-brown cloak draped around him with the hood up, successfully hiding his face.

Looking down at his right-front pocket, Harry saw Tunes in mid-shift, with an optic looking around the dark and shabby pub.

"Tunes lower your voice! Behave and stay in your MP3 mode"-he said sternly. Another thing he learned about Tunes is apart of asking a lot of questions and easily distracted, he had the many urges to have fun. This fun consisted on pranks.

He has already done pranks on the whole neighborhood of Privet Drive. Like making the electronics go haywire, playing loud music at night, ringing the phone or doorbell at night and much, much more.

He made over to the front of the desk and asked Tom, the bartender to open the gate to the Ally.

Looking around the busy streets of Diagon Ally, Harry relinquished the all to familiar feel of feeling back home in his world. A world he wished to share with his children.

He had so many things to do, he had to buy potions ingredients, books, new clothes, a new multi-compartment trunk and maybe get his eyes corrected. But first, he had to go to Gringotts; a large snowy white building, the wizard's bank, run by goblins.

When he entered he greeted the goblin in the entrance and headed to the front desk.

"Hello Scarface, I want to make a retreat from my vault."-he said to the goblin at the desk.

"A mister Potter, your ways never seize to amaze me. I'm glad you have come. Please follow me; Ragnock will like to speak with you."-Scarface said walking around the desk and to a door on his far right

Confused, Harry followed him, making sure his cloak was in place.

They entered an office, where sitting in a desk waiting patiently sat the manager of the British-branch Gringotts, Ragnock.

"Hello Mr. Potter please come in, this will only take a minute."

Three hours later, Harry left the bank both angry and satisfied.

Angry because it was confirmed Dumbledore had been steeling from his trust vault since he was a baby. The old man used that stolen money for his own needs and paying Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and the Dursleys to be his friend, get him to be stupid and in love with Ginny (he was pretty sure he liked guys after memory Riddle kissed him) and in his relatives case to "love" and "care" for him. He already knew this and had asked the goblins to only send out money by only him at the end of fourth year, but he never thought it was that bad. Luckily he got all his money back and made his vault open up for him alone.

He was satisfied because he now has a copy of the transactions made by Dumbledore with out his permission, proving he was stealing from him. Although he was a bit shocked when he learned his parent's left him more vaults, that only he was able to open, making him a very rich orphan.

Once that was done, he quickly did his shopping, he didn't want to leave Speed by himself any longer and the younger robots were getting excited with the new world. He also got a copy of the Daily Prophet along with a subscription for owl-delivery. He decided if no one was going to tell him anything, then he will just have to find out by himself.

Leaving the Ally and the pub, they met with Speed at the entrance and left fro a long ride.

The next day, Harry went to work as usual, and was surprised when Jenna and Mark gave him a laptop.

"What is this for? Not that I don't appreciate it."-he said looking at the laptop over. It was purple with a black colored keyboard.

"Well, when you told us you didn't have laptop, we all decided to give you an early birthday present."-Jenna said in cheerful, fun voice.

"Yeah, l mean mate, what teenager doesn't have a laptop or some time of computer, so everybody pitched in and voila your new laptop"-Mark had and easy going personality, with an Irish accent.

"It has all the more newer applications, an installed camera and internet included."-said Jenna.

There were in total 7 teenagers working at the bookstore. Two worked at the café, two were a waiter and a waitress and the last three helped out in the book department. Jenna and Mark were in the café; Rosie and Lucas served the food and Carol, Reyna and Harry in the book department. With them, Harry knew what it was liked to have friends. They joked, laughed, ate together, talked about their life, where they went to school and just about anything that came in mind.

Mrs. Cross, their boss, was a very old, strict, but kind lady, with gray hair, pale, wrinkle skin and kind chocolate brown eyes. But fate is cruel, in a car accident Mrs. Cross lost her husband and 5 year old child leaving her alone. It was Reyna's guess, that that is why Mrs. Cross hired them, to treat them as her kids or more like grandchildren. To them it was no problem; they always called her Grandma Cross or granny.

"Thank you."-he hugged everybody tight, a few of them crying ("I just got something in my eye!").

Putting the laptop inside his backpack, he already knew what to do with it. Looks like a new family member was going to be added, he thought fondly.

Getting back at his relatives home that night, he had given life to the laptop inside Speed. He was finally able to understand it, if he wished if all his might he can give life (or in a near death situacion).

This time it was a girl. She came up to his waist; her build was more feminine colored in purple and black. Her head was small and rounded with tiny blue optics and her voice was tiny, like a little bell. It was definitely a girl. He named her Web Key, as she showed she was much faster typing and surfing through the internet.

When getting ready for bed (Web Key was with Speed, leaving him with Cam and Tunes), Harry decided before going to bed to read the prophet. Iit didn't say much, he couldn't find anything about Voldemort or his Death Eaters. He was just about leave it on his bed table when he caught if a title.

Boy-who-lived-to-seek-attention

Spreading Lies of the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Wizard's world boy hero has been saying you-know-who has returned…says the former Peter Pettigrew killed Cedric Diggory…has been known for causing trouble…Albus Dumbledore openly supports this belief…the headmaster of Hogwarts has finally gone senile…he has been revoked from many of his titles…School board governors are thinking the replacement of him…some say it's Dumbledore's idea and is only using Harry Potter for his schemes…

Something told him he had to use his Slytherin side this year.

Reading the article, Harry was completely shocked, they called him liar, attention seeking brat and who knows what else. It was quite offending actually; they didn't have the right to write about him on the newspaper with out his or his guardian consent (he knows because he read a book about wizard laws). The good thing was that it went worst for Dumbledore.

Hmm, maybe if he played this right, he could turn all this, if given the chance to his favor. Well he had plenty of work to do tomorrow, starting today he was going to train hard to protect his family and make his life.

Yes, he was also going to embrace his Slytherin self.

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