The stench of blood and scorched flesh filled the air. The once proud school of Hogwarts laid in shambles, whole sections brought to rubble. It was made even more unnerving by the silence that encompassed the building and it's grounds. Bodies were scattered everywhere, a grim mixture of students and figures in black robes with vacant eyes forever staring out from behind masks. Some of the bodies remained intact, as if they would wake up any moment, others were hardly identifiable as human. Limbs were strewn around, bodies contorted into shapes that only the worst dark curses could cause.
The Great Hall was no exception. The injured had been dragged here in hopes that they would be able to receive aid once the fighting had stopped- barely any escaped. Looking up at the disenchanted ceiling, a lone boy sat on the remnants of his house's table. Chuckling to himself, the blonde wizard glanced around at his surroundings. They were dead, all dead! This couldn't make him any happier, all was going to plan. Absentmindedly, he twirled his wand while surveying the carnage around him, a smirk playing on his lips.
Let the wizards who oppose me destroy themselves. The whisper seemed to be coming from his wand. After that, I will be among you to lead all of you to glory. This powerful voice that only he could hear indicated one thing: he was a chosen one. Forget the idiot with the scar, deluded with thoughts of grandeur and heroism. No. Draco Malfoy was the true chosen one, selected by a god to bring about a new era. His friends had acted like he was crazy when he had tried to explain what he was hearing, but they weren't worthy! The voice spoke to him. Chose him. Recognized him! His father and mother could worship a pathetic man attempting immortality, trying in vain to obtain true power. Where was the great and powerful Voldemort now? Ashes in the wind, defeated by a child that lacked intelligence and any true strength. Pathetic!
Soon his master would come and praise him! He followed every instruction given to him by his god's voice. He had proven his worth, surely riches and wealth would all be his in the new world order. He could be crowned a king among both wizards and muggles alike, and they would have to bow to his every whim! It would be-
Draco whipped his head to the right. He could hear something dragging across the floor, followed by a deep groan. Jumping off the table, Draco stalked forward. There shouldn't be any survivors left, he could of sworn he had killed off all the injured that had been trapped inside. Wand ready, he stepped over the dead bodies strewn across the floor. His silver eyes finally locked onto the source of the sound, the red hair like a flag, squirming towards the entrance to the Great Hall. Not wanting to make his presence known yet, Draco creeped slowly behind the fleeing wizard.
With an overwhelming amount of amusement filling him, he couldn't keep his merriment from showing on his face. This was great, perfect even! He would savor this moment more than any! Finally reaching the injured wizard, Draco stomped his foot down.
"Ahh!" Ron Weasley yanked his bare foot out from under Draco's. Flipping onto his back, he stared wide eyed up at the blonde, confusion and pain shooting across his face. "Malfoy? What in the bloody hell are you doing?"
"Sorry about that Weasel,I didn't see you there." The smirk had yet to leave his lips. Folding his arms, Draco stood watching his prey.
Ron had recalled seeing Draco flee at the beginning of the fight, killing some Death Eaters in the process. He must have been on the Order's side all along, but he hadn't seen him since. Granted Ron had no idea how long he had been knocked out, having just woken up in the Great Hall surrounded by dead bodies...Yet there was something about the look in the Slytherin's eyes that he couldn't trust. Warily noting that his wand was nowhere in sight, Ron came to the realization that he was at Draco's mercy. Hoping for only minimal harassment, Ron tried to plaster the most believable smile on his face. "I'm glad you survived too." Quickly glancing around at the corpses around him, Ron feared finding certain faces blankly staring back at him. "Is everyone dead? What about Harry and Hermione?
"Potter?!" Draco had completely forgotten about Potter and the mudblood that followed him everywhere. Had they gotten away? This could prove to be troublesome for his master, after all the two had managed to hinder Voldemort on more than one occasion. They were at least adept at wielding magic, at least enough to cause an annoyance that Draco didn't want to suffer. He could feel his eyebrow twitch in agitation, a scowl starting to mar his face.
"That's right Malfoy. Harry and Hermione." Ron didn't feel comforted by the blonde's reaction. "The last time I saw them they apparated out when it got to thick. I figured they would have been back by now."
"Weasley you're so pathetic. Your friends abandoned you in one of the biggest battles of the century, and you're worried about how they are? You are weak! It's a good thing you won't make to the next battle. I don't think you could handle it, Weasley!"
"What do you mean to the next battle? Voldemort is dead. It's all over Malfoy now why don't-"
Ron yelled out as Draco stomped on his knee. Fear filled him as he realized why Malfoy had been sneering down at him. That sinister gaze held only one thing for him, death. If he had any hope of surviving, he would have to think fast. Catching sight of his wand not too far off, Ron started crawl towards it. If only he could get to it, he could disarm or immobilize the deranged ferret. Gritting his teeth to the pain coursing through him from his knee, Ron ignored the cackling that seemed to ricochet in the room. Just a little farther. The mocking laughter rang in his head. Almost there.
"Aaah!" Ron screams died to a whimper. Had had almost been there, his fingers just grazing the wood when Draco's foot came crashing down on his outreaching hand. His fingers were smashed beneath the pricks foot, his wand lay broken in half. Strangled sobs started to escape from him as despair started to fill him. He failed. He wasn't going to survive whatever Draco was planning. Yelping in pain, Ron felt himself being kicked over. Draco's foot pushed into his stomach, causing him to let out another scream
"Ah that's a shame. That tiny hope of glimmer. Just squashed." Draco couldn't keep his smile from getting impossibly wider at every cry coming from Ron.
"Whatever you're up to, I know Harry and Hermione will stop you. You're a traitor Malfoy, and traitors always get what they deserve." Ron coughed out, his throat starting to feel raw.
"Oh, we will see how Potter and the mudblood do against my new master!"
"New master?"
"Yes! Well, you see..." Draco gave Ron a speculative look before shrugging. "Actually, I don't feel the need to tell. You're dead anyways. Goodbye Weasley." He aimed his wand at the center of Ron's chest. With absolute glee he uttered the last words that Ron Weasley would ever hear. "Avada Kedrava!"
Green sparks flew from Draco's wand, jetting towards its victim. Ron gasped, his chest swelling before slowing relaxing. The light in Ron's eyes slowly faded, his face disfigured into a silent scream. Draco wanted to etch this into his memory. Nothing as of yet had made him feel so victorious.
His elation was short-lived. Footsteps could be heard approaching the Great Hall. They sounded heavy. Hagrid? No, bigger. A mountain troll perhaps? Before Draco could dismiss that idea,the stomping halted right outside the door. He could hear grumbling, causing him to grip his wand tighter. A loud pounding resonated from the entrance. Whatever it was was trying to break through the wall. Malfoy's chest tightened as cracks started to form. Gleams of silver started to peak through. A silver body? What creatures did he know that had silver bodies? As the wall crumbled, Malfoy finally began to smirk. Master!
A monster made of silver stepped through the hole, red glowing eyes leveled onto Draco. He was filled with awe at this creatures presence. It must be his new master, his god!
"I am MEGATRON!" A thunderous roar came from the being. Draco squealed with joy. It was Him! He was here to give him all the things that he had dreamed of.
"I am ready to serve you Lord Megatron!" Draco threw himself into a courtly bow, one to make his father proud.
Megatron stared down at the boy, before slowly walking closer to the wizard. Draco was ready, arms opened wide, reaching towards his new master. It was time. The world was his and his master's! All his desires were to come true.
"Maggot!" Megatron backhanded Draco, causing the wizard to go flying. Draco smashed into a wall with a thud, blood trickling from his mouth. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard what sounded like a jet. It was getting closer and closer. The roof towards the Headmaster's table gave way with a loud crash. This couldn't be right! The magic barrier was still intact, muggles shouldn't be able to get in. With astonishment, Draco watched as a jet descended from the falling rubble. As it lowered, it started to change shape, transforming into a creature very similar to his god. Metal clanged, forming humanoid body parts out of the muggle transportation device. The speed at which this happened was the biggest shock to Draco. The new arrival turned and bowed down to Megatron.
"Lord Megatron!" It's voice was higher pitched than his god's, carrying more of a grating sound.
"Ah! Starscream, report!"
"The Decepticons have begun leveling all these wizarding cities. The extinction of the human race has begun."
"Splendid! What of the energon bots?"
"They work around the clock extracting True Energon from the corpses of these wizards."
"Is there anything else I need to know Starscream?" Megatron thrust out his hand, jerking Starscream's head up. "Nothing ever goes this easy with you!"
"Some of the wizards have escaped! I have some Decepticons also doing recon to find the remaining ones." He had begun gagging, futilely clawing at his master's hand around his throat. Megatron let out of a bellow of rage, tossing Starscream into what had remained of the tables.
"You fail me again Starscream! This was supposed to be handled in one single swoop!" The rage seemed to tint his eyes a darker red.
"Do not worry Lord Megatron." Starscream stood up from the wreckage of the tables. He hid his annoyance while brushing debris from his shoulder. "We will find the rest of them and wipe them out, but I am curious. Why do they trouble you so?"
"The humans have figured out how to wield True Energon perfectly. That's why I influenced that snake Voldemort. I used him to destroy them! If he had not, I'm not sure even the Decepticon army could have defeated them. If the remaining energon worms ally with the Autobots, It may make things difficult. FIND THEM!"
Chuckling filled the expansive room after Megatron's outburst. Both of the gigantic robotic creatures turned to look at the source. Draco stood up, leveling off his stare with those in front of him. Getting his laughter under control, he couldn't help the rush he felt when he realized that their attention was directed solely on him.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help but over hear, Lord Megatron."
"You're still alive, rat? I won't be making that mistake again." The sneer was evident in Megaton's voice.
"I'm still willing to serve you, Lord Megatron. Before you kill me, perhaps you would like to hear what I offer. I can hunt down those wizards and help you destroy your enemies."
"Shut up runt!" Starscream's screeching voice caused Draco's eye to twitch. He would prove to his master that he was more useful than this imbecile. Draco smirked as the tall robot started to charge him, waiting for the machine to get close enough to him. As Starscream aimed his gun, Draco lifted his wand even faster.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Starscream was lifted off the ground by his hand causing a few shots to go astray. Draco laughed everytime Starscream yelled as he lifted and dropped him repeatedly. Finally growing bored, Draco dropped him onto the same broken tables Megatron threw him into earlier. Megatron boomed with laughter.
"You little rodent!" Starscream was immediately on his feet, charging Draco again.
"Wait Starscream! The little Energon user has proven he is worthy to be in my presence." Starscream slid to a halt at Megaton's command. Megatron was looking at Draco speculatively. "I warn you that if I do not like what I hear, I will skin you alive."
Masking himself to show no reaction, Draco admired his master's directness. At first he felt that he had lost all chance of proving himself to his master, but he was Chosen! All his master had done was sling him into a wall, so that shouldn't deter him. He was still alive, which just further exemplified that this was his destiny! His master just needed to see more of why he was worthy. "I went above and beyond for you, Lord Megatron. There are certain wizards that follow me after I told them of your great coming. They are willing to fight and die for you and the Decepticons. If True Energon users are as powerful as you fear, they will aide in battle against these Autobots. After you're done, you can drain them of this True Energon."
"Where are these Energon users?"
"Oh please, like I would tell you. It's the only card I have to play. The only thing I will tell you is that they're among the muggles. Since you're not at your full strength, I know it would be unwise to attack any muggle cities to look for them."
Megatron stared at the young wizard. He felt rage as well as a hint of respect for the wizard's cunningness. If these Energon users united, they could be as big a threat as the Autobots. As much as he hated to admit, the little runt may have some use. "How will they know to come?"
"All it takes is a little magic!" Draco smiled slyly. He knew that he has peaked his new master's interest. "I fire a signal in the sky that only they can see, then they will join me at the meeting place. From there, we will be at your command."
"So you and your little Energon users want to join the Decepticon army? Are you going to be their general?" Megatron laughed.
"Only if it's what you desire, Lord Megatron." Draco schooled his face to show only humbleness.
"Do not trust him Megatron! I have a bad feeling about this one." Starscream's voice grated out.
"Shut up!" Megatron's anger flared for a second. "So, little human, I will consider what you say, but I will go with you to this meeting spot. I want them to know who their master is."
"If that's what you desire Lord Megatron. We shall leave at once." Draco couldn't contain his grin of triumph.
"Starscream!"
"Yes, Lord Megatron?"
"Stay here and harvest the True Energon from the corpses of these whelps. Then leave before the Autobots catch wind of what happened."
"By your command, Lord Megatron"
Megatron charged the wizard, grabbing him before Draco had time to react. Draco suddenly found himself within Megatron, who had transformed into a cybertonian jet. They flew off, leaving Starscream alone in the sea of dead wizards. He looked down in disgust. Opening his chest, several Energon bots shaped like spiders crawled out, swarming over the lifeless bodies. Once in position the Energon bots unsheathed their stingers and stabbed each of the bodies. Each one extracted the True Energon until they emitted an eerie purple glow. The Energon bots left their hosts pruned and disfigured, looking as if they had been drained all the way down to the bones. Starscream picked up one of the little Energon bots and studied it. Chuckling to himself, he started to develop a plan. He opened his chest back up, allowing all the Energon bots climb back into his body. Taking one last look at the bodies behind him, he transformed and flew off into the sky.
A few hours later, on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, a familiar face stood with an army of Autobots behind him. Anger welled up in him as he stared at the ruins of the once great school. Why had it come to this? Optimus Prime clenched his fist, strengthening his resolve to end the scourge that now threatened this new world.