Well, here we go again folks! Harry creates some Transformers! Read on!
It was now near the end of July; Harry's training was nothing to sneeze at due to the...memories within the crystals pushing him day and night for the past two months with only time to rest for four hours and on the weekends; he had also taken on a new name, Nebula Prime, though he would still be called by his old name so that the two would be separate and confuse any enemies he had.
Harry tracked his own food while he lived in the forest; he hunted deer with a make-shift spear and tomahawk that he had made from the Crystals and downed limbs of branches, caught fish from the nearby streams with his own bare hands…not easy mind you. Once in a while, he got an encounter with a bear but had been left alone after he made a lot of noise.
He also bathed regularly but without soap or shampoo it was kind of difficult, but nevertheless, he still went through it. Harry's magical repertoire, while meager, was still impressive; he had mastered the levitation charm from the memory of the wand, actually just a memory of his own, but the wand was channeling it, and learned some basic transfiguration as well while his DADA or Defense Against the Dark Arts mostly included the tripping jinx and the body bind spell.
He had even made his own spell to go along with the power of the Dark Energon that was a part of him now; Dedit vitam or the life giving spell and Dedit Vitam Ultima, the Ultimate life giving spell. The two spells wouldn't bring flesh and bone back to life in theory, but it would bring back dead machinery or machinery that wasn't alive, so to speak, to life. At least that is what Harry theorized.
He was currently meditating and he had changed a lot in the past two months; his hair was pulled back into a ponytail held by the hamstring of a deer, but was still unkempt near the front, his body had gotten another three inches higher in height and he was very lean due to his wildlife diet. His eyes opened as his wand vibrated indicating that it was nearly time to go and wreak revenge on those that had made his life hell for the past ten years; the Dursleys.
Standing up revealed the semi-muscled body from the work he had done in making his tools and his exercise routine that he had made; he would run around a small lake at a slow jog and by his estimates he could go about a two miles to three, maybe three and a half in a dead sprint before he tired.
He waved his wand and the rocks nearby became a black and purple duster with a hood for hiding his identity, a form of Transfiguration he had learned from the odd memories that had sprung up from time to time when he slept. He quickly slung the duster over his shoulders and brought the hood up, hiding his face except for his glowing purple eyes and a small part of his chin. He turned to the way the sun was setting showing various colors of orange and purple and nodded; it was time.
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Vernon turned into the driveway of his quaint home and let out a happy sigh; things at his business had picked up just after the freak had died. In fact things were up all around! His son had gotten very good grades from his school though his exam results weren't in yet, his pet was getting the latest juicy gossip that she wanted and he was getting a massive raise after several years of hard work for Grunnings! Yep, Life was really good.
He got out of his new car, a Black English convertible, he had forgotten the make and model of the car, and waddled up to the front door. He opened it, gave a kiss to his wife and ten year-old son who was grinning up a storm.
"Daddy! Daddy! I got a hundred on the math exam!" He said proudly.
"Very good, Dudley! This calls for a celebration!" Vernon said with a jovial laugh.
Yes sir, life was good for the Dursleys.
Unknown to them, someone was plotting to get revenge on them. At the moment that Petunia, Vernon and Dudley had shuffled into house and headed for the kitchen, a boy with a man's mind, dressed in a black-purple duster with the hood up, walked up the drive, unnoticed by all as the lights flickered and died just as he entered their range before coming back on as he passed.
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Harry walked up to the place that was his hell for several years before his apparent death. He noticed the family wasn't in the living room and that Petunia wasn't keeping an eye out; better for him. He checked the other houses; none of the occupants were watching the outside, they were either a: eating, b: watching Telly, or c: sleeping. All the better for him and his mission.
Harry's metal wand slid out and he pointed it at the convertible that his uncle owned and whispered in the still night air.
"Dedit vitam."
A flash of purple flew out from the tip of the wand and smashed into the car. Purple Lightning surrounded it, making everything electronic go crazy. The radio went through several stations before falling silent, the alarm was about to go when it cut off and the horn blared once before it fell silent as the spell did what its creator had intended it to do.
Everyone had heard but had just assumed that some hooligans had just roared through the place, the Duresley included in the same thought. Harry watched as the headlights glowed purple before several sounds broke the still night air.
Gears shifted as the car propped itself up on its rear tires before they became legs. The side doors shifted up as arms with fingers slid out of the paneling as the hood of the car shifted until it looked like a chest of sorts and a head popped up and spun around, eyes glowing purple as the rear side doors became shins and the seats retracted into the body. The front tires moved to the very back of the car turned robot's shoulders and the rear tires rested near the feet of the giant robot.
"Wh…What happened?" The standing giant asked in perfect English, accent included.
"I happened." Harry said as he looked up at the giant.
The giant noticed Harry and bowed down, his optics now knowing their creator.
"Lord Nebula, forgive me. The spell that you used has my central processor a mite confused. How may I be of assistance?" The giant asked as Harry slipped the wand away.
"Two things…What shall be your designation and do you know where a Junkyard is?" Harry asked the giant.
The giant robot pondered for a few seconds and then spoke.
"My designation shall be Havok. Does this please you my lord?" Havok asked.
Harry gave a feral grin hidden by the cloak and nodded.
"Yes…Havok is very good. Now about my second question?" Harry said.
Havok seemed to ponder the second question for a few seconds before he snapped his metal fingers.
"There is a Junkyard at least 40.3 miles from this location, milord. If it would please you, I can take you there."
"Do so. Transform and deliver me to there." He said making Havok nod in understanding.
The robot knelt down and changed his back legs back into the rear suspension and tires before shifting around three hundred and sixty degrees and changed back in the front of the car with his head sinking back into the hood. Once he was fully transformed, he popped open the left side door and Harry climbed in, ready to make his next move.
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The drive was long; Harry knew that to keep a low profile they had to follow the laws…something that annoyed him greatly as well as Havok. But they had arrived at the location and Harry stepped out. Looking around, his grin became even more feral; this would do nicely indeed.
Mountains upon mountains of junk and debris left behind by many humans over the years stood before him. Harry began to laugh as Havok stood behind his master, watching him as he laughed to the heavens.
"Havok, this is perfect. Now the ones that have sought to use me as a weapon or to harm me shall now know my wrath." Harry said as he brought his wand out. He had a strange glint in his eyes as he said the spell words that would give him his army.
"Dedit vitam Ultima!" He shouted as he thrust his wand arm into the air and watched as the single blast of Purple Light shot into the air for fifteen feet and exploded with no sound.
Jets of purple light flew out from the source of the explosion and went scouring over the junkyard, touching anything that was made of metal, both old and new.
A blue and white stereo was touched by the light and changed into a massive machine that had a purple visor like visage to it. A Gatling gun was on its right shoulder as it stood up and marched over to Harry/Nebula. Seeing that its master was waiting for some more to join, it stood silent.
A massive fighter jet sat in the junk yard to the north of Nebula's position. It was a prototype for the RAF but hadn't passed legal inspections and was thus planned to be scrapped; however, some clerk at the base had messed up on the paperwork, spilling coffee on the label and smeared it in an attempt to clean it, making it look like the address for the junkyard rather than for a special scrap factory.
The purple light engulfed it and the dead jet came to life. The jet engines became a part of the new machines back as two sturdy legs planted themselves from underneath the fuselage. Two arms slid out near the cock pit as the cockpit itself became a chest and a head that resembled a gladiator came out, its optics purple. He looked around, wondering who had given him life and spied the stereo based machine and walked over. With each step the machine took, the earth shook.
On and on the same scene happened with different machines and vehicles; some of the artwork that had been thrown away came to life as well! A large metal Saber-Tooth tiger, once a replica for a local museum that had burned down, prowled around, ready to fight and defend its new master and lord. A skeletal sculpture of a Raptor, that was used in a movie but was partially destroyed in a studio fire, stalked the outer perimeter keeping a close watch on the new arrivals, its frame rebuilt with junk metal from nearby.
The ruins of a tank, sold to the man owning the junkyard, under the table of course and under the same conditions as the Jet, rolled out from a large pile of junk, fully repaired, and transformed, bringing out twin blades on its arms.
When Harry saw that he had a force of one-forty to one-fifty different machines including Havok, he smiled as he looked around.
"Well, well. This is most unexpected but not surprising." He said making all chatter cease around him. "Tell me you designations and what your specialty is."
The robots that were once dead all looked at their new master and nodded feeling that it was appropriate for them to introduce themselves. The stereo being walked forward and spoke in a computer based voice.
"Designation: Soundblast. Specialty: Infiltration and Sabotage." Soundblast reported as he pushed a button and several cassettes came flying out. "Designation: Cassette Warriors; Rocker, Roller, Airazor and Scavenge."
The cassettes all changed into different robots; Rocker and Roller looked like earth twins about three times Harry's height both black, Airazor was a large condor that rested on Soundblast's shoulder and Scavenge was a Siberian tiger look-alike.
Harry nodded at Soundblast and his cassette warriors as he turned to the massive tank.
"My designation is Treads. Get under them and you'll be a mess." Treads said with a slow, dumb witted voice.
Harry checked the armaments of Treads and nodded; four missile racks, twin machine-guns on the shoulders plus heavy armor plating…yep, this one was powerful, but dumb as an Ox.
He looked at the raptor who gave a toothy grin before speaking with a snort in his voice.
"Scorch, Terrorize!" The raptor roared as it changed.
The legs folded in on themselves and the tail shrunk as a massive robot stood tall and proud its face a gleaming silver and optics purple. Its hands were five fingers, three on the top and two on the bottom easy to grip things with the two index fingers being talons that could easily gut a person.
"My name is Scorch as you just heard. I am a Warrior and ready to serve you Lord Nebula." Scourge said with a bow.
"At ease." Harry said with a grin as he turned to the saber-tooth tiger.
"Tigress! Maximize!" Tigress roared as it changed.
The hind legs twisted around, making them thinner and sleeker then the usual legs. The forepaws folded up in the back and crossed each other as the head of the tiger became a chest plate. Her purple optics glowed bright as she took the stage.
"Names Tigress. Beware of my teeth and fangs." She said making Harry's jaw drop.
"You're a female?" He asked thunderstruck.
"Proper term is Fembot or Femme. But yeah, I am." Tigress said as she crossed her arms.
Harry shook his head and gave a grin.
"Alright then…that only leaves two more guys, the jet and…the person hiding in the scrap pile." Harry said pointing out to a single scrap pile.
What came out was a massive bird that cried out like a hawk and landed near Harry/Nebula. The metal bird was a mix of both eagle and condor; the wingspan of the Bald Eagle from the Americans and the size of the Californian Condor. It looked up at Harry and spoke in a wheezing tone.
"My designation is Razorbeak. My field is recon." Razorbeak said as it flapped its metal wings and landed on Harry's shoulder.
Surprisingly, Razorbeak was very light despite his large appearance. Harry stroked his new ally's head and nodded stiffly.
"I see." Harry simply stated as he turned to the fighter Jet. "And you are?"
The jet turned robot seemed to ponder what his words were going to be as everyone watched with baited breath. When the fighter spoke, its voice was deep, cold and all around evil, perfect for his merry little band.
"My designation is Starkill. I have no special field except to cause mayhem and terror to those that threaten my Lord." Starkill said with a cold voice.
Harry nodded in approval before he turned to the rest of the groups. About fifty percent of the robots looked like clones of one another so Harry just called them Decepticlones for his sake and put Starkill and Soundblast in charge of them. The other twenty-five percent were things that resembled large insects and arachnids; a black widow look-alike was named Airchina; a large tarantula was named Torturous; three of the insect like beings were named Scrapper, Shredder, and Inferno, designated as the leaders along with the two spiders while the rest of them were called Insecticlones for the same reasons as the Decepticlones. The final twenty-five percent were named the Vehicons with five beings in control; their names were Oil-burn, Lugnut, Twister, Kickback and Cycle.
Harry was given the shock of his life as the five new commanders of the Vechicons could combine to make a giant robot to which he named Nemesis. Harry turned to Havok and smirked.
"Havok, you and Soundblast are my left and right hand whereas Starkill shall be my voice in addition to being the commanders of the Decepticlones. Anyone that has a problem with it…can be scrapped." Harry said.
Everyone of the junk turned Transformer nodded as Harry turned back to Havok. Harry pondered something for a few seconds before snapping his fingers.
"We need an insignia…and I may have the perfect one." Harry said as he brought out his metal wand again and pointed it at a pile of sheet metal.
Instantly, like the wand could sense its wielders intention, a beam of purple light shot out, causing the metal to smoke and hiss as Harry drew the new insignia of his troops.
The light moved along with Harry as he carefully drew in the metal. The first beginning of a horned head could be seen as Harry guided the wand. He added in the crown and half of the eyes before he cut the power to the wand. The Robots watched confused, but then they saw that he had begun again and watched in silent fascination.
Harry began by adding on three whisker marks on both 'cheeks' of the half face. He then made a face of an animal; bugged out cheeks indicating that its lips were curled and was snarling as Harry drew two massive fangs where the cheeks were. He took a step back and admired his work before turning to his members of his secret army.
"This shall be our mark! This shall be our sign! The Sign of the Terrorcons!" He roared making the group cheer. "WE WILL NOT BOW TO ANYONE! WE WILL NOT BE ORDERED BY ANYONE! WE WILL BE CHAOS IN AN ORDERED WORLD! WE WILL BE THE STORM OF ALL STORMS, THE HURRICANE TO END ALL HURRICANES! WE WILL BE-!"
Harry took a large gulp of breath before blasting out the final word, his voice echoing from the subconscious use of Magic.
"CONQUORERS!
With that final word, the newly christened Terrorcons let out roars and cries for their new leader, their only leader, Nebula Prime! Harry nodded as he watched the various beings change into their respected vehicle modes and head off to hide and spy, to gather Intel and places where Harry can make his army grow.
"Havok…here is my second command…" Harry said to the first Transformer as he changed back into his car mode.
Looks like Harry is going to take the world by storm! Please read and review!