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 7

My first Night in Number 12

Last time:

The two quickly left, up to his room, got his trunk ("You've already pack?"), and went down again where he was told they were flying too safe place. And fly they did. The good thing Speed and Key are able to track them so he has no worries. He had also left his snowy owl, Hedwig, with them (it appears that she likes Speed for his driving).

They landed in front of an apartment building, where he was handed a note that read

The headquarters of the Order Of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

He was about to ask about the note, seeing as there wasn't no number 12, repeating what he just read in his mind, when a broken door appeared between number 11 and 13. Then dirty walls and grimy windows and finally a number 12 appeared on top of the door.

"Come on Harry."-said Remus leading Harry up the steps and inside the house.

Now:

Harry, with the help of Remus, climbed the old worn out stone steps. The magic around the old house was intoxicating and made Harry's skin crawl with excitement. It wasn't like anything he had ever felt. Since he entered the wizard world, Harry was able to feel and see magic around him. It was truly a wonderful feeling. It kind of reminded him like the magic in Knockturn Ally only different. He couldn't really explain it.

He stood in front of the shabby, chipped black painted door with silver painted dots over it. It had a silver doorknob with the form of a snake. Around the snake he noted that it had small shiny dots as well, similar to the ones on the door. A small memory from when he was a child surfaced, he thought that these dots were familiar. He remembers when he was left to sleep outside and watched the few stars he was able to make out. The whole door and most of the wall with silver shiny like dots he found to actually be the way a constellation will look like in the sky. It was truly beautiful. He wondered if the family that used to live or lives in this old house was fond of the stars.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Remus take out his wand and tap it once on the door. The effect was instant. The magic around the door shifted a bit, like it was opening. He heard many metallic clicks and the clatter of a chain. He noticed the small dots, now known as representatives of the constellations, light up a bit on tune with the clicks and clatter. The door creaked open.

"Get in quick Harry."-Remus whispered opening the door a bit more for him so he can enter-"Don't go in too far and don't touch anything."

Making sure that he still had Cam and Tunes safely with him, he silently entered the old house.

The thrilling magic was stronger in here than it was outside. Through the darkness of the hall, he could dimly see the shadowed tables, portraits, a coat hanger and what looked like an umbrella holder. He heard the shuffling behind him telling him that the rest of guards were filing inside. They were all whispering hurriedly in front of the wall by the entrance, some sounded frustrated and angry. He saw Remus standing beside him with a confused look on his face. He too was looking at the wall.

He heard a harsh Lumos, and white light dimly lighted the hall. H e noted that along the walls were portraits of many people through ages. They too were looking at the wall; some of them had even left their portraits to look at the wall everyone was over at. They all looked very amused, some were smirking and a few were snickering silently. He had a sudden thought that they shouldn't be able to make noise by the way were around the guard and him.

"Turn on the lights you stupid portrait."-a mad whispered came from a very angry Hestia Jones.

Suddenly getting very curious, he silently made over to the rest of them. Making his way to the front he stood next to Mad-eye, who looked like he was about to murder somebody.

Apparently the cause of their mad whispering was actually a portrait. He felt his pants pockets shake a bit. And with the headphones hidden underneath his shirt, he could tell both Cam and Tunes were laughing. He too left out a snort. Don't get him wrong he had his playful arguments with a few portraits, but this one wasn't even acknowledging them.

The portrait was of an 8 year old boy. The child had shoulder length black, wavy hair on top of his cherub like head, sickly pail skin that didn't take away his child beauty and innocence, and doe like blue-gray eyes. It only showed his upper half, but he could tell he was wearing blue and silver Victorian style robes. The child was leaning against his photo frame, with a bored expression on his cute face. He was looking at his fingernails, without paying attention to the others around his portrait.

"Turn the lights on."

"Boy, are you listening to us."

"You aren't the lord of this house. You should listen to us."

"Of course, we are your superiors."

"So do as we say."

Everybody—except Mad-eye, Tonks, Shackelbolt, Remus and Harry—demanded from the portrait to turn the lights on. Harry felt sick. Something told him this wasn't even their house. All the portraits (well the majority of them) had people with blue-grey eyes and black hair. None of the guards had any similarity to them, although Tonks did look a bit like a woman with dark-brown hair. So they shouldn't demand things from someone else's home. If there was one thing he learned from his relatives is to always be respectful in someone else's home.

"Excuse me."-he said in a soft voice. Everybody stopped what they were doing and looked down at him. His height was still a sore spot for him.

The small child was looking at him with curiosity as well as the others.

"May I be so bold enough to ask you to turn the lights on to your home?"-he asked in a polite voice.

The boy looked at him, shrugged his shoulders and then pointed below his portrait. Looking at it, Harry could see a silver plaque under the portrait. In cursive letters he saw that it said…

Sirius Canis Black

1845-1853

On the right side of his name was the constellation of Canis. Now he knew whose house this was. If it wasn't for the date of birth and death he would have thought the boy was his godfather. All the other portraits were surely Sirius's ancestors.

"Your name is Sirius. My godfather's name is Sirius."-he said to the portrait. The boy, Sirius, nodded at him.

"You now, I got a feeling my godfather is here as well isn't he."-Sirius nodded.

"Well than it will be confusing for me to call you both Sirius. So how about I call you Siri or Canis, What do you think?"-he asked the amused little child. Around him he could tell that there were a few gawping at him.

Sirius lifted two fingers, showing he wanted to be called by Canis.

"Alright, Canis can you please turn the lights on?"-he asked in a soft voice.

Canis nodded and suddenly the entire hallway (he suspected a few rooms and more hallways) was brightened. This was the day he made friends with Canis.

"Well done Harry. I think you are the first one to ever get him to light the hallway."-commented Remus, guiding through the hallway.

Suddenly they heard hurried footsteps and Harry had his face full with breasts. This didn't appeal to him seeing as he is gay. It took two unexpected kisses from two boys to figure that out.

"Oh, Harry dear it's so good to see you again. Oh you look thin, have you been eating anything? Don't worry I'll fat you up in no time."-Mrs. Weasley said looking at Harry over.

"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley and I don't need to eat much."

It was true. Thanks to his relatives ways Harry can't have a decent height or weight and he doesn't much like others do. Sure he eats a plate three time a day and the in between meals, but the portions are like the ones for those who are on a diet.

"None sense, I'm afraid you will have to wait a bit for dinner."-she said dragged him up a case of old marble staircase.

Harry could barely protest as he was dragged up the stairs and he looked at Remus for help. To his horror he only received an apologetic look. Traitor.

On the top of the stairs, Mrs. Weasley looked over her shoulder said to the guard and said.-"He has just arrived. The meeting is in just a moment."

"Wait, what meet—"

"Oh, it's nothing for you to worry about dear. Come along now."-Mrs. Weasley than dragged him through a hallway and another set of stairs till she finally stop on the third door to his right. His trunk was magically floating behind them as they went.

She opened the door, shoved Harry in and then proceeded to shut the door close.

Before he could gather himself, Harry had face full of bushy brown hair. He didn't care about this part he was mad. He only had to say a sentence he overheard them say and be done with this fake friendship.

"Harry are you all right, oh I'm so glad you're ok. But did something happen. We heard about the dementors."-Hermione said this all in one breathe.

Harry didn't respond. He could feel both Tunes and Cam trying to comfort him. Although it helped it wasn't enough.

"Hermione let him breathe."-said Ron.

Hermione let him go, but didn't stray away from him. Ron got up from the bed and gave Harry a "manly" hug. Harry also noted Ginny was here and was giving him odd and creepy looks.

"How are you doing Harry? We heard about the dementors in Surry."-said Ginny in what she hoped a soothing voice. It wasn't.

"Yes, oh Harry, why haven't you written to us all summer? Imagine our surprise when members from the order told us you were attacked by two dementors. They have also been asking us if you have been writing to us. Obviously we said no of course. But still Harry, why didn't you write to us all summer?"-he wondered if Hermione ever breathed.

"Yeah mate, I thought we were best mates. I mean being a celebrity can't take most of your time."-here he noted the disdain with a hint if jealously.

He finally snapped.

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!"

Silance filled the whole the whole room. Ron was taken aback with his mouth open and both girls looked ready to cry, although Ginny did look mad.

"WHO DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU ARE TELLING ME ALL THIS?"

"Harry, please…"-But Harry cut Hermione off before she could continue.

"YOU ASK WHY I NEVER WRITE YOU THREE IDIOTS. WELL DID YOU EVER STOP TO THINK THAT MAYBE I WAS RECOVERING FROM THE DEATH OF A FRIEND."

"Wait, you mean you and Cedric were friends?"-asked Ron, this time the jealousy was prominent in his voice.

He ignored both Cam and Tunes soothing tones and telling him to be a Slytherin. That they didn't deserve his time.

"WE WERE MORE THAN THAT. AND ANOTHER THING I DIDN'T WRITE IS BEACAUSE I GOT A JOB AND MADE REAL FRIENDS AND THEY HAVE HELPED ME OVERCOME CEDRIC'S DEATH. I SOULD BE THE ONE DEMANDIN WHY HAVEN'T MY BEST MATES BEEN SENDING ME LETTERS. AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU THREE BEEN DOING HERE? WHAT IS THIS PLACE?"

"Nothing just cleaning the house and this is the headquarters to the order of the phoenix."-said Ginny angrily.

"Oh, Harry we really wanted to write you, but Professor Dumbledore said it was too dangerous. Those death eaters could intercept them."-said Hermione in a tearful voice.

"Yeah mate you could have been kill."

"FOR MEARLIN'S BEARD I WAS ALMOST KISSED BY A DEMENTOR. AND I KNOW THERE WERE PEOPLE GUARDING THE DURSLEY'S HOUSE SO THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN CAPBLE TO STOP THEM OR AT LEAST SAVED ME FROM THE DEMENTORS."

By now Harry was starting to put two and two together.

"What do you know so far? What is Voldemort planning? And how long have you been staying here?"-he asked sharply.

By the way the whole entire room was. He estimated from the clothes and junk scattered around they've been here for some time. Cam and Tunes again tried to sooth them, but he was too angry to listen.

"We've been staying here since the beginning of vacation."-said Ginny angrily. She wasn't used being yelled at.-"And we don't know anything, mum won't let us in on the meetings."

"Harry I know your mad and Cedric's death was hard on you but we're still your friends and just know, I'm pretty sure you haven't read the prophet—"

"I know what they are saying about me and I don't care."-he cut Hermione off.

"Well what Hermione was trying to say is that we still got your back mate."-Ron said with such annoying confidence that it nearly made Harry, Cam and Tunes gag.

"Don't call me mate."-hi hissed at them. They were all taken aback.

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME MATE. I KNOW YOU THREE BLAME ME FOR CEDRIC'S DEATH. AND THAT SHIT SAYING YOU THREE HAVE MY BACK. I KNOW YOU ALL THINK I'M AN ATTENTION SEEKING PRAT."

They all gasped as one, a look of horror on their face.

"Harry that's not—"

"I KNOW IT'S TRUE BECAUSE I HEARD YOU LOT ON THE TRAIN."

"You heard us?"-asked Ron.

"What else did you hear?"-asked Ginny now standing in front of him.

"Tell me who are the order of the flaming chicken and it's a deal."-he said.

"Harry! You shouldn't be disrespectful to your elders, it's Phoenix not Fla—"

"I DON'T CARE. IF I WANT TO CALL THEM THE ORDER OF THE FLAMING CHICKEN, THAN SO BE IT. TELL ME WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE THEY."-he may have sounded childish, but during the last few years he has become paranoid of not knowing anything that concerns him. It wasn't fear of the unknown it was more like fear of people controlling him with the advantage of him not knowing anything.

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP. THE WORLD DOSEN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU, YOU KNOW."-looks like Ginny finally snapped.

"OF COURSE I KNOW THAT, I DON'T EVEN LIKE ATTENTION. I JUST DON'T LIKE NOT KNOWING ANYTHING THAT CONCERNS MY LIFE."

"YOU KNOW WHAT FINE WE DID SAY THINGS ABOUT YOU. YOU ARE AN ATTENTION SEEKING PRAT. YOU ARE THE BLAME FOR DIGGORY'S DEATH. AND I BET YOU ARE THE BLAME FOR YOUR PARENT'S DEATH."-that was a big blow for Harry.

He always felt like it was his fault, but to have it said to your face.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED WITH THEM."

"IF THAT'S HOW YOU FEEL THAN FINE."

And he quickly left the room, with his trunk behind him. He passed both Fred and George who look liked they were going to hug him, but didn't get the chance. He ran up another set of stairs and through the hallways not listening to sudden screaming around the house. He suddenly felt a wrinkly hand on his own making him stop abruptly. Tears pouring down his face, he looked down and saw an elderly house-elf. It was very old with grey hais growing out of his bat-like ears; his large eyes were a watery grey.

"Kreacher will take blood-traitor master's godson to his new room."-he said in a raspy voice. And with a snap of his fingers, Harry's trunk was floating of the floor.

Kreacher led Harry down the corridor, till they stop in front of a dark-green door. Opening the door, he led Harry to the bed, set his trunk at the foot of the bed and left. Harry collapsed on the bed and cried himself to sleep. Both Cam and Tunes on either side of him with their father's arms around them. They snuggled deep in the hug, soothing their father with the best of their abilities. Soon they too went into recharge.

Nether of the occupants on the bed noticed the door open. Two people silently walk in and sat on ether side of the bed, nether noticed the small robots. They stayed there for a few minutes looking at Harry sleep with both sadness and fondness. The skinniest of them got up and walked over to the closet. He pulled out a few blankets and passed them to the other man. They both tucked Harry under the blankets and kissed him on his forehead.

"I think he has a fever Sirius."-said the skinniest.

The other man, Sirius, placed his cool hand on Harry's forehead.

"Your right Remus, I'll put a monitoring ward around him. It should warn us when he is waking up or if he gets sicker."

"Shouldn't we give him a pepper-up potion?"-asked Remus running his hand through Harry's black hair.

"No, I think will just let him sleep and see tomorrow how he is feeling."

They both gave one final kiss on Harry's forehead and quietly left the room.

Outside the house no one noticed black car who's metallic and a feathery occupant were both revising her father/owner's plans. They had a lot of work to do.

Sorry for the long wait, but this week is exam week and I won't have time to up-date. I only ask for patience. Thank you.