Harry Potter and the All Spark
Warning: Will have mentions of abuse, slash and light bashing.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Transformers do not belong to me.
A/N: This story was inspired by Ie-maru's Sparked by Magic. A really wonderful story, that I pray will one day be finished. I will try my best so it won't come out the same as hers.
I will be going through 5th year with a few changes, and of course Harry will be a bit more Slytherin. Any suggestions, apart from the copies being given to Madame Bones, to what should happen during 5th year. I already have many ideas. I just need to type it.
This will have bashing, mostly Molly, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Dumbledore.
It will also have a surprise with the famous prophecy. And thanks to Web Key's insistent study, Harry will be more educated and stronger in magic, but nothing super- god-like Harry, (I get annoyed with those kinds of stories unless they're well written)
Within Harry's knowledge will be the true definition of Light Dark and their different branches. So maybe some really known Death Eaters and their Lord will be a little nicer. They're not going to stop being Dark Wizards; they will mostly have a change of ways. It will be more political and less war, the true reason why they hate muggle-borns and muggle raised half-bloods, and that sort of things.
Thank you all for reviewing and reading my story.
I'M STILL LOOKING FOR A BETA. Please P.M. me if you wish to be. Thank you.
Hey just a little spoiler, these are the pairings for the story. AND THERE WILL BE A POLL IF YOU WANT HARRY TO BE WITH AN AUTOBOT, DECEPTICON, HUMAN, MAGICAL-CREATURE, OR WIZARD. So please vote.
Rodulphus/Sirius
Fenrir/Remus
Past Rookwood/James
Past James/Lily
Past Evan Rosier/Severus
Past Barty Jr. /Regulus
Past Rabastan/Regulus
Past Sirius /Remus
Bill/Fleur
Frank/Alice
Ron/Hermione
Past Cedric/Harry
Seamus/Dean
Past Lucius/Arthur
Arthur/Molly (oh don't worry they won't last long.)
I just need more pairings, for this I ask for help. I need a paring for:
Charlie
Fred and George
Percy (Yes, even he will be a bit nicer, well at least to Harry)
Arthur
Severus
Harry
Neville
Luna
Draco
Blaise
Theodore Nott
Daphne
Now let the story begin.
Chapter 8
Morning surprise
Last time:
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 have a lot of work to do.
Now:
Morning finally came. A bit of sunlight passed from the slightly open cotton green curtains of a nice sized room. A room that used to belong to the second heir and son of Orion and Walburga Black Sadly, the young man disappeared many years ago leaving behind his family and precious belongings.
His room was among his most precious belongings he left behind. Now you might think why a room? Well the answer is quite simple. Regulus Black, the second heir and son, was once a child, teenager and young man, to him and many others our room is our like our safe place. All your life is there, your memories, who you are, your sorrows, your anger, your happiness; everything about your life is there.
His room was decorated in the finest furniture; a dark-brown desk, a comfy chair, a small sofa, a walk in closet, two small dark-brown night tables on either side of a large bed. His room was painted in green and silver colors with the occasional blue. It might have looked simple to the very rich and too eccentric to the very poor, but all in all it was Regulus's room, his very safe place.
Now after many years with no-one leaving there, one will think that the room is under layers of dust, along with the rest of the house. But do to a very old loyal house-elf, the house remained spotless clean, well at least on the inside. Yes, even after the late Walburga's Black Death, the old house-elf, Kreacher, had kept the inside of the house still in its glory. He never went outside to clean the house, but he was always able to keep the inside sparkling. That is until the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black, informed him that many unwelcome strangers were going to stay in the house. The old elf had in the matter of minutes had the house filthy and reeking, it looked like nobody had stayed in exactly ten years, the years his mistress was dead. And any attempts to clean the house were ruined by Kreacher. Like he was going to let a bunch of mud-bloods and blood-traitors touch the safe house of the Noble and Ancient House of Black.
Kreacher made sure to let the Order know they were not welcome, heck even the run-away son didn't like them in his house. I mean, they had just strolled in the house like they owned it and demanded, actually demanded things from Kreacher and Sirius. Kreacher just sneers and insults them never giving into their demands, after all his master (although he doesn't approve) is Sirius Black. Sirius, known within the goblin nation (well mostly the magical creatures actually, since the wizards think he is guilty) as Lord Black, had at first yelled at them for demanding such things from him, but then decided to ignore them making sure they didn't steal or break anything. He may not have agreed with his family on many concepts, but even he knew that he shouldn't throw away hundreds of generations of Blacks belongings. Many of those belongings had sentiments from their previous owners. So he just ordered Kreacher to hide the heir-looms and belongings from the rest of the Order. The only people who actually agree with Sirius's secret campaign against Molly's cleaning crew committee, is Remus, Kingsly, the Weasley's (except Molly, Ron and Ginny) Mad-eye, and Tonks; everyone else are on Molly's side.
Right now the old house-elf had managed to save the portraits that were schedule for an Incendio.He had the portraits of Elladora, Orion, Lacerta, Delphinus, Cygnus III (Narcissa's, Bellatrix's and Andromeda's father), and Sirius Canis. He decided to leave them inside Regulus's room, while he went to retrieve the rest of the portraits he had hidden under the stairs.
Maybe because it was of old age, maybe of the panic that had consumed when his master ordered him to quickly save the portraits (and while he was at it, to get the rest of them to safety), or maybe he had trust, because either way he had forgotten that his master's godson was currently inside this room.
Harry slowly woke up from his fitful sleep. He had screwed weeks of plans. His children had worked hard so that he will be free from his invisible binds and had screwed up. He slowly untangled himself from the cocoons of blankets wrapped around him. Looking at his right, he noticed that both Cam and Tunes were still in recharge mode. They looked adorable curled up together. He watched them recharge fondly for some time, never seeing the incredulous stares from his new soon-to be roommates.
Sensing their father´s fond eyes watching over them, Cam and Tunes blinked their optics open. Harry couldn't' take it anymore.
"I'm sorry."-he blurted out.
"Huh?"-said Tunes baffled.
"Father—"
"No, please let me speak."-he cut of Cam. Reluctantly, they both fell silent.
"Are both Key and Speed connected to the link?"-he asked in a soft tone.
Connecting the end of the headphones to the left side of his chest, Tunes nodded to his dad's question.
"Father is everything all right?"-came Speed's gruff voice.
"Good morning daddy."-that was Key's soft feminine voice.
"I'm sorry. I ruined the whole plan. We were supposed to wait for the right time and…I don't know…I was so mad. Please forgive me. Now they will either try to get on good ends with me. If I say no, they will keep trying till they do."-he cried. Merlin was he crying a lot these days.
"Father, so what if they will bother you? Just ignore them."-said Tunes sitting on his father lap, his thin robotic arms hugging Harry's waist.
Harry left out a choked sob.-"You don't understand. If they find you, they will probably either think your evil or try to experiment on you. They'll torture you, slice you into tiny pieces, tear you limb from limb, boil you under hot water. And they will take you away from me!"
By now Harry was going into a state of panic, and his breathing quickened. He started to shake uncontrollably. Large trails of tears were cascading down his already pale face along with choked sobs. If there was one thing that scared Harry more than anything was loosing his family.
How many times did he cry in dark, yet safe, cupboard for his mother and father? How many did times did he beg for a family? How many times was he jealous of Ron and Hermione because they had family? How many times did he yearn for the love of a mother? How many times did he envy those who have proud fathers?
And now thanks to his childish tantrum, he may as well send his children to the raving dogs.
*SLAP*
Harry suddenly felt a burning pain on his left cheek and on his now aching back staring hazily at the ceiling.
"Wha—"
"Cam! Did it work?"-he blurrily heard Key's soft voice ask in a curious tone.
"I think so. Although I think I may have slapped Father a tiny bit too hard."-he heard Cam say.
Grudgingly he lifted his head a bit of the floor. He saw both Cam and Tunes looking down at him from the edge of the bed.
"Why?"-he asked, his voice came as a slur.
"You were in shock."-came a gruff and blunt reply from Speed.
"I believe he meant the slap, Speed."-said a very amused Key.
"Ooooo, I can answer that. We watched some videos from the Internet that showed slapping people on the face is a great way to get them out of shock."-said a cheerful Tunes.
"Ok, but did you have to hit so hard."-Harry grumbled. His hand tried to soothe the burning from his cheek. His left cheek had a small, shiny red-shaped mark.
"I'm sorry father, but you were starting to frighten us."-said Cam in a pained, sad metallic, soft voice.
Harry stilled for a moment. What happened to the promise to the promise he had made? That he will always be there for his children that he wouldn't let anything happen to them. That he will make sure that he will never frighten them again. He slowly got up in a sitting position close to the edge of the bed and in one swift movement had Cam and Tunes against his chest.
"I'm sorry."
None of his children said anything. It was better for his father to take his time to relax and gather his thoughts.
"Well I must say even though I have no idea what is going on, this little um…family…time…is simply adorable.-"said a woman's voice from their left side.
Turning around, they saw 6 portraits of 6 people all of them with black-wavy hair (two or three have graying hair) and some shade of blue-grey eyes. Harry, Cam and Tunes just stood there, mouth agape, not knowing what to do.
"Aunt Lacerta, I think you left them in shock."-said a familiar child like voice.
"Canis, is that you?"-stuttered Harry looking at the portrait of the small 8 year old child.
"Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you again, young Potter."-said the child in respectful tone, but it still held his child tone.
"Uh…"
"How eloquent, Mr. Potter."-said a middle age woman with graying black hair in a sarcastic tone.
"Who are you?"-asked Harry, while trying to hide Cam and Tunes behind him.
"Do not fret child. We won't say a word about your…family I believe."-said a older man who looked like Sirius, his godfather, actually many of the looked like him, but this man had more familiarity than the others.
He was just about to ask, when someone started to knock not too hard nor to soft on the door.
"Harry, are you awake?"-said a voice he hasn't heard since last year.
"Uh, yes, come in."-he called out.
The door slowly opened, trying not to make so much noise. Sirius Black, the white sheep of the family, entered his younger's brother room, which now held his too small godson.
Looking around, when he saw his godson he had a large grin on his face. But it quickly vanished, when he saw Harry sitting on the floor with a red shaped mark on his cheek.
"Merlin, what happened to your cheek, pup?"-he asked, hastily going to sit in front of his godson.
Cupping Harry's face with his larger and rough hands, he lifted his head a bit upwards and to the side checking the red on the cheek.
"What happened?"-he asked again.
"That will be your four times great-aunt Lacerta doing, Sirius."-said the portrait of a man with grey hair, beard, mustache and blue eyes.
"Really now is it my fault the child looks so adorable when he sleeps especially when he stretches like a kitty."-said the woman, Lacerta, in a drawl. Harry could see a pink tinge make their way on her high-cheekbones.
"My dear great-aunt, we know how adorable it is to watch our young sleep, but you shouldn't have squealed like that."-said the man that looks like Sirius.
"I agree with Orion. It is beneath us to squeal."-said the man with gray hair in a drawl.
"We may smile fondly and the occasional cooing, but never squeal."-said the middle age woman in the stern tone.
"Well now, what happened to the saying "Respect your elders"?"-drawled out Lacerta.
"That is true Lacerta, but I believe the younger are correct in reprimanding you."-said an amused portrait of a very old man.
"I still don't understand how great-aunt Lacerta squealing caused this red mark on my godson's cheek?"-questioned Sirius with hidden amusement. His eyes never leaving Harry's cheek, which was starting hurt less.
"Quite amusing and a bit alarming, I must say."-the old portrait chuckled.-"You see my many times great-nephew, after Lacerta here expressed her…fondness of the child ("I repeat, it was not my fault"). The young lad fell of the bed; he unfortunately hit his cheek with the desk, leaving that awful mark."
"Don't forget that he started to repeatedly slap himself on his injured cheek."-said Canis in a playful tone.
"Ah that too happened to cause your godson's mark."-said the old man in a cheerful tone.
"Is that true Harry?"-Sirius asked, concern written on his still too pale face.
"Yes."-said Harry following along.
"Why did you slap yourself silly Bambi?"-Sirius asked, helping Harry stand up. Both Cam and Tunes were hidden underneath the bed.
"We as well wish to know why he started to slap himself when we were just about to introduce ourselves."-asked the middle age woman in a sarcastic drawl.
"Well, what will you do if you suddenly found yourself being watch in your sleep by complete strangers?"-he asked sarcastically.
"I would hex them of course."-she said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right, but unfortunately, I can't use magic outside of school."-he said.
"But in here you can."-said Canis.
"What?"-Harry incredulity asked.
"Ha, ha, he means that here in Grimmuald you can use underage magic without anybody knowing."-said Sirius, laughing on the look on Harry's face.
"Really I can use magic in here?"
"Yeah, just don't tell the rest of the kids. Molly will have a fit if everybody started using magic."-Sirius said reaching an arm up and ruffling Harry's hair making it messier.
Normally, one will get angry that people messed up their hair, but not Harry, he actually enjoyed it when either Sirius or Remus did that.
"Simply adorable, Sirius when are you going to introduce us to…what was it? Oh, yes, Bambi, introduce us to Bambi."-said cheerfully Lacerta.
"Who's Bambi?"
"Ah yes, Harry from the oldest to the youngest Delphinus Laurel—the older man with long gray and beard with blue-grey eyes, cheerfully waved at him—Lacerta Boreal—the "squealing" woman with long black hair and grey eyes—Elladora—the stern middle age woman with graying black hair and blue eyes, gave a curt nod towards him—Cygnus Castor—the grey haired and bearded man with blue-grey eyes—my father, Orion Arcturus—the man that looked like an older Sirius—and of course you've already met Sirius Canis—the young child waved happily at him—they are all member of the Noble and Ancient House of Black."-said Sirius.
"Black? That means that they are your relatives and this house belongs to you."-said Harry looking at his godfather with incredulity.
"Yup, this is only the Black safe house; my father was a bit ("I wouldn't say it was that much") paranoid. He found this house when I was still a baby and put on all the best know wards known to wizards and a few from magical creatures."-he said looking pointinly at his father.
"You are safe are you not?"
"Yes well—here he looked at Harry with a sad frown on his face—go get clean up. Breakfast won't take long."-he said smiling down at him and left the room.
Before he closed the door, he said-"Pup, what Miss Weasley said to you last night, she shouldn't have. Your parent's loved you more than anything in the world, heck I think they loved you more than each other, always fighting who gets to take care of you. I know they would have wanted you to live, find a pretty girl or in this case a nice young man, get married, have kids. So don't start getting any ideas about dying, at least not until you lived your life to the fullest."
Harry couldn't hold any more. With a sob he ran over to Sirius and lunged himself at him. Sirius caught Harry and hugged him to his chest, not noticing the little robots that joined the group hug. Sirius let Harry cry against his chest running a hand through his messy hair and whispering soothing words in his ear. After a minute or two, Harry calmed down and stepped at arms length away from his godfather. Sirius, with his hands cleaned Harry's tear streaked cheeks and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Harry leaned his head against Sirius's cool hand.
"Ok, pup, there's a bathroom on the right side of the closet. Go take a shower and meet me downstairs. And I will have to ask Remus for a balm for the red on your cheek. Cheer up, pup, and don't let those words give you a hard time. They're not even worth it."-he said and left the room, closing the door behind him, but not without giving Harry a contagious smile that him smiling as well.
Once the door closed, Harry turned around and knelt in front off Cam and Tunes. He gave them both a large grin, which had them grinning as well. They knew there father was going to be happy for a while. Grabbing hold of one of their small robotic hands, Harry turned to the portraits and thanked them for not telling Sirius about his children.
"It was nothing child."-said Lacerta.
"But be warn lad, sooner or later you will have to tell my son."-said Orion sternly.
"I know I will tall him when the time is right hopefully before the summer is over."-Harry assured him.
Going over to his trunk he took out a fresh pair of clothing and took a quick shower. He didn't Tunes with the paintings. He could just imagine Tunes asking the portraits a thousand mile questions a minute.
True to his imagination, when he got out of the shower, he found Tunes asking Delphinus, Lacerta and Canis a thousand questions, but strangely he found his over so shy second child talking to Orion, Cygnus and Elladora.
Letting out a true laugh, he asked both Cam and Tunes to transform and bid the portraits goodbye. He had a feeling how ever that the farewell was going to be short. He had the strange feeling that the portraits were there for their well-being.
Making sure Cam and Tunes were hidden in his pockets along as wand in its leg wand-holder, Harry made his way down the stairs. With the directions of a few portraits, Harry was able to find the entrance to the dining room. He barely made it inside when he was suddenly being squeezed to death against woman's chest. He had a feeling this was not going be his day.
"Oh Harry dear, I know you feel a bit annoyed that Ron, Hermione and Ginny didn't send you letters, but you should've sent one first. And oh HARRY JAMES POTTER *SLAP* THAT WAS VERY DISRESPECTFUL AND UNCALLED FOR, THAT LITTLE STUNT YOU DID LAST NIGHT. IT IS ONE THING BEING MAD WITH YOUR FRIENDS FOR NOT WRITING, BUT IT IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT THING TO YELL SUCH LIES!"
Yes, today was not going to be his day. He can already feel his temper building up. With his hand cradiling his burning cheek, he was just about to yell at Mrs. Weasley, when...
"Who the hell do you think you are yelling and hitting him like that!"
For first since the end of third year, Harry now knew why Remus John Lupin was one never to get mad.
Hey guys, guess what EXAMS WEEK IS OVER!
Yay! Now all I need to do is see if I pass, which I hope.
Thank you all for reading and for having patience. Don't forget to review and vote for Harry's pairing. Not to mention to help me out with the other pairing.
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