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silberstreif) wrote2014-01-21 06:53 am
Crossover - TF/HP: The Theft
Title: The Theft
Beta: Starfire201 - who managed to take this piece to "readable". ^^
Continuity: AU/ Bayverse
Rating: PG
Characters: Harry Potter, Allspark, Optimus Prime, Jazz, Megatron is mentioned
Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tf_speedwriting Genre week. Now, I kind of regret the 2 hours limit... it was as if a floodgate had been opened. :)
Summary: Harry Potter can feel something calling him. After years, he follows the hum to the US, and finally to the Hoover Dam.
Crossover: The Theft
Peace. It was a single, simple word, but you only realised its sheer beauty if you had the misfortune to know the darker brother, war. Still, peace had come, Voldemort was dead, and the wizarding world was taking the first hopeful steps to a brighter future again.
Some things were rebuilt within days and weeks. Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic all returned to what they had been. Other things took longer and only scarred, instead of healing. Wizards and witches were missing, others were buried and mourned and only now the horrifyingly large scale of destruction the Dark Lord's regime of terror wrought became truly known.
In-between all of it was Harry Potter.
The Chosen One. The hero. The Man who lived and lived and saved them all.
And, as they whispered in quiet corners, behind hands and away from the light: The man who became more. Who had been seen with a special wand. With a cloak. With a stone. The man who defeated death too often to be normal.
Harry Potter ignored these rumours and instead threw himself into the rebuilding. He attended funerals, was at unveilings, calmed discussions with reasonable words. He was there at the trials, and if he wasn't, his best friends Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger were there in his stead.
But when no one looked, when he was alone, he simply stood and breathed and looked to the west as if searching for something. Listening.
The wizarding world rebuilt. And Harry Potter became restless. Something was calling him, softly, but steadily. He felt it in his bones, in his magic. It vibrated through his soul. It was light and life and love.
And in pain.
For two years he ignored it. Then, in the third year, he searched for the origin. And then, he travelled to the United States of America, officially with the mission to rebuild the ties between their magical governments. Unofficially, he was searching for something else entirely.
Two months of talking. One month of travelling with other wizards to get to know the beautiful country better.
One visit to the Hoover Dam.
And nothing was as it had been.
~
It was the Allspark. Eternal. Great. It was and would be and always had been.
It was.
And yet… things were changing. Something had disturbed the balance, had cast the Allspark out of its chosen resting place and into the cold, cold space.
It was the Allspark. And it was mighty. But the space was so empty and it yearned to create, to make it more than it was. Then, it felt a small planet. Hot inside, full of energy and potential and the possibility of life.
And there was life.
It fell.
It was.
This little, young planet was teeming with life and the Allspark touched it. Carressed it. Formed it. Made it more and mightier. Gave it the spark of awareness, the spark of intelligence. And it was happy when it saw that the spark grew to a flame.
Humans, they called themselves. The Allspark loved them, flighty and changing as they were. So fast and young. So much potential…
But then the balance shift caught up. An old spark of his came, dark and twisted. In sudden panic, the Allspark did what it never had done before and attacked at the last moment. Yet, the Allspark was life and light and giving and never, ever death, destruction, hurt.
Megatron only crashed. And the Allspark was again.
Until its sweet humans came, and took it from its resting place. Touched it. Took life. Formed it. Didn't understand the sparks they were gifted with. Didn't love them – and so they killed the sparks. Again and again.
The Allspark was weeping.
But it was old and mighty and knew change would come. Because that was the way of life and in the end, balance would always be restored.
Balance was restored.
Death had grown too strong, too destructive, too vast, has looked for a vessel. For something capable of bringing change and control. Death who had seen the Allspark's newest creations and also saw the potential.
But it was Death and so it had to wait, until one of the little sparks offered himself up to Death and proved itself capable.
The Allspark and Death were patient. They waited.
Until a little spark came, a soul bright and always fighting. A soul who mourned the lives lost, and fought against the imbalance. A soul who walked towards certain death with hope.
Death took the chance and gave this little spark the gift of mastery over his own Death. And in return over his own life. It seemed little, but in the grand scale of things the little soul became a wild card, a spark closer to the gods than to anything else. It didn't know it yet, but the stage of its life had changed.
Harry Potter had become the Master of Death.
It called.
~
Harry Potter stared at Hoover Dam. It was massive, gigantic even, and slightly intimidating in its size. But what really made his breath catch was the constant hum he felt. It was loud here and it seemed unfathomable that no one besides him seemed to notice.
But the witch at his side, a Muggleborn one but then the differences didn't seem as big here in the States, just chatted on and on about the building and the 31st President Herbert Hoover and the canyon it was situated in – the Black Canyon.
"It's a very impressive building, Clarice," he assured her with a smile. "Pity we can't get nearer."
Clarice, who had reminded him a bit of Hermione, just with blond hair and a wider smile, brightened: "But we can! If you're interested, Harry, we can join one of the tours," she offered. "Or you can just cross over it with a car."
"A tour sounds fantastic. And besides, I'm afraid I don't have a driver's license." Not that just crossing over it would be enough. No, he needed to get inside.
She nodded understandingly. "Of course, you don't really need it in the UK, right? But here, people would just ask how you live without a car. It's necessary." She waved a wand and looked at the time. "The next tour starts in twenty minutes. Let's join in, yes? I haven't been here since I was… oh, I guess ten years old?"
Harry just had to respond to her barely hidden joy. "Well, then it's time to do the tour again, right?"
The tour was booked out and there were Muggles everywhere. Most had cameras with them and Harry and Clarice fit in quite well. Still, Harry cast a Notice-Me-Not charm on them both from the very beginning just as a precaution. Of course, they paid for the tickets anyway, but war had taught him to be better prepared than sorry. This way, they wouldn't be missed too fast, should something happen.
The tour guide, an elderly man with white hair and big gestures, made the tour into a real experience with jokes and funny anecdotes. Clarice's attention had locked onto him in the very beginning and since then hadn't wavered.
Harry's on the other hand… he could barely remember a single word said. With every step, the hum had gotten stronger and stronger. He felt it his bones, in his teeth, in his brain. He wanted to sing along and was only a bit surprised to notice that his hands had begun to tremble.
It was here.
He could feel it. Its call. Its song.
Another step. The hum became weaker. No! He stopped and glanced at Clarice who continued on as if nothing had happened. Then, he looked at the chattering tourists, who also seemed undisturbed. Determination filled him, he had come too far to give up now.
He took a step back. Yes. This was it. Here was he nearest to it. All around them was grey concrete, lights, signs, but nothing special. Only a hallway.
Harry breathed. And then made a decision.
A fast invisible spell later, he turned around and ran back, searching for a door. For something.
~
Finally.
The Allspark was patient. Ancient. But time and life were always touching and time was running out.
But now he came, the little spark touched by death. So near…
~
There was nothing. No door. No hint to where the hum came from. His group was nowhere in sight anymore, but he already heard the chatter of the next one echoing against the bare walls.
Harry looked around. There had to be a hint, a clue, something. His hand touched the rough wall made out of cold concrete. The air was clammy, a reminder that they were near water.
Was he missing something?
Then he felt it, the hum in the concrete. The wall. He knelt down and touched the floor. It nearly vibrated against his hand. With widening eyes, he realised that the hum was in the whole dam. So, whatever he searched for was connected to the dam.
Just what were the Muggles doing here? He was very sure that the Ministry of Magic of the United States had no idea of this. He gritted his teeth. He could just join the next group, say he got a bit lost. Or, he could do something reckless, stupid, and very, very dangerous.
He smiled as the answer became clear. When had he ever done the safe thing? And besides, he knew that Ron and Hermione would support him in his choice. They would grumble, and argue, but support him.
He wished they were here.
Then, he apparated towards where only water should be.
~
He was coming.
The Allspark pulsed. Change would come, was coming.
Was here.
~
He landed.
With more luck than anything else, not in a wall or a human. Or something else. But also not in the water, which should have been here, if he had read the maps outside right. Harry smiled grimly as he concluded that he was now nearer to whatever the Muggles were hiding here.
The room he was in seemed to be an office of all things. Bureaucracy always seemed to rule life, no matter how evil or secret. A desk stood right at his hip, on it a very new looking computer. Behind it was a wall with files. On the opposite wall hung a poster of a cat playing with wool and the caption of: 'Never give up.' Very fitting.
Quietly, Harry sneaked to the door and pressed his ear against it. No noise on the other side. He breathed, gathered his courage, and opened it. Another hallway, looking no different than the one he had just been in. Only this one shouldn't exist.
He stepped out and concentrated. Yes, there it was. The hum was to the right side of his body.
Opening his eyes, he started jogging. Soon, someone would notice him missing. Clarice would no doubt panic. After all, she would've lost one visiting diplomatic wizard and war hero. He hoped that she wouldn't get into too much trouble… But the Muggles were a problem too. In the last several years they had developed new technology after new technology, so who knew when they would notice that he was where he shouldn't be. That someone had broken into one of their secret facilities.
Voices around a corner had him stop cold and look for a hiding place. But there were only doors and who knew what lay behind them. He pressed against the wall and hoped that they would not come towards him – and if they did that the spell would do its job.
"And the newest experiments?" asked a male voice.
"A success, sir. We could create three at the same time," was the answer of another male person, who sounded very excited. "It's a breakthrough!"
A female voice added a bit more neutrally: "The energy is now much more stable. We are not exactly sure what has changed in the last few years, but it
has helped us immensely."
"Very good." The steps came nearer. "Anything new on N.B.E. 01?"
"Well," said a second female. "Nothing good, sir. We think it might be aware."
Silence. And the steps stopped for a moment. Harry closed his eyes.
"Aware?! And you're only telling me this now?"
"Sir, the signs are inconclusive," the woman defended herself. "And even if it is, it can't do anything as long as it remains frozen."
"Right … And you're sure of that?"
"Very."
"At least that's something. Now, what about the radiation experiments on N.B.E. 01?"
The steps were growing quieter and quieter. Harry couldn't understand the answer anymore, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to. Experiments? Creating something? Aware? He had a bad, bad feeling suddenly and hoped very much that he was wrong. They weren't experimenting on something magical here… right? If they were, he couldn't even imagine the consequences. There would be more than enough wizards calling for blood and revenge.
A part of him just wanted to flee. Better not to disturb this nest of trouble. But really, if they kept something, anything captive here and used it for experiments, wasn't it his duty to free it? He couldn't just leave it here to these people.
He turned the corner and started running again. The hum was now so strong, so encompassing, that it guided him down the hallways and doors without fail.
Then, he stood in front of a large door, which didn't open automatically.
He simply apparated again. After all, one could apparate towards known locations – or towards location you could triangulate very well. No wizard had any
difficulties to apparate to the other side of a door. Or wall, as proven ten minutes before.
The temperature on this side was colder. And the hum had turned into a song. No, a hymn.
He opened his eyes.
He was in a nearly empty room, full of technology and desks. In the middle of it was a translucent box and in it… three small, grey bodies, made of metal and cables. They didn't move and he realised with horror that these were the experiments the scientist had spoken of. Created such a short time ago and already dead. Whatever they were, they had deserved something better. Poor little things… But he was aware that his time was running out and for them he could do nothing anymore.
He forced his eyes to leave the bodies – the dead babies – and follow the pipes above the box… towards it. For a long moment, he forgot to breathe. He had found it.
It was big, massive, and yet smaller than he had expected. It was a cube. Seemingly metallic and decorated with strange signs and maybe words. And yet…
Yet… he could feel it. This was not a dead object. This was alive. No, even more… he could feel it, but not understand it. It was as if he was missing the words needed to describe it.
Unconsciously, he stepped forward. Then again. And again. Raised a hand to touch it.
"Hello," he whispered. "What do you want from me?"
His fingers touched the metal.
Death touched life.
Change.
The Allspark changed.
With wide eyes, Harry Potter could only stare as the cube which had seemed too small before, folded in onto itself. Becoming even smaller. More Potent.
Around him, alarms began to howl. Red lights flashed. But Harry could only stare in awe as the cube changed. And fell into his hands.
A soft hum went through him. A 'hello'. A 'I've waited for you'. And so much more.
He smiled, as something deep inside of him became peaceful. All was as it should be as he cradled the cube against himself. "I'm here now."
And he would protect it. After all no creature, especially when it was so obviously magical, deserved to be an experiment and to have its children killed. No doubt, the other wizards once they knew would agree.
“We’ll protect you.”
~
The Allspark was.
~
When the guards stormed the room, Harry Potter had already vanished.
And with him, the cube.
In a room further away, N.B.E. 01 was howling.
Somewhere deep in space, Optimus Prime looked up from the datapads before him when he felt a change in the Matrix.
"Optimus?" asked his lieutenant, Jazz.
Optimus shook his head and walked towards the map in the middle of the room. It showed the stars and planets where they had already searched for the Allspark. "Here," he said and pointed to a small planet far outside their route. "Let's fly towards this one."
"Not to argue, OP," Jazz said and leaned back in his chair, looking at him calculatingly. "But at the angle it has left Cybertron, there is nearly no chance that the Allspark would have landed on Planet 3235-0234."
"I know. And yet it is there." He just knew. "I'm certain."
Jazz stared at him, and for a moment even Optimus wasn't able to read the thoughts of his friend through the visor. Then finally, Jazz nodded:
"Okay, ya're the Prime." He stood up and walked towards the command room of the Ark. "Mechs! New coordinates!"
Optimus, meanwhile, sighed and stared at the little planet that had just became so important. For aeons he hadn't felt the Allspark or the Matrix anymore. Part of him had believed their race to be abandoned by Primus… until now.
It gave him hope.
~silber
Beta: Starfire201 - who managed to take this piece to "readable". ^^
Continuity: AU/ Bayverse
Rating: PG
Characters: Harry Potter, Allspark, Optimus Prime, Jazz, Megatron is mentioned
Note: Written for the
tf_speedwriting Genre week. Now, I kind of regret the 2 hours limit... it was as if a floodgate had been opened. :)Summary: Harry Potter can feel something calling him. After years, he follows the hum to the US, and finally to the Hoover Dam.
Crossover: The Theft
Peace. It was a single, simple word, but you only realised its sheer beauty if you had the misfortune to know the darker brother, war. Still, peace had come, Voldemort was dead, and the wizarding world was taking the first hopeful steps to a brighter future again.
Some things were rebuilt within days and weeks. Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic all returned to what they had been. Other things took longer and only scarred, instead of healing. Wizards and witches were missing, others were buried and mourned and only now the horrifyingly large scale of destruction the Dark Lord's regime of terror wrought became truly known.
In-between all of it was Harry Potter.
The Chosen One. The hero. The Man who lived and lived and saved them all.
And, as they whispered in quiet corners, behind hands and away from the light: The man who became more. Who had been seen with a special wand. With a cloak. With a stone. The man who defeated death too often to be normal.
Harry Potter ignored these rumours and instead threw himself into the rebuilding. He attended funerals, was at unveilings, calmed discussions with reasonable words. He was there at the trials, and if he wasn't, his best friends Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger were there in his stead.
But when no one looked, when he was alone, he simply stood and breathed and looked to the west as if searching for something. Listening.
The wizarding world rebuilt. And Harry Potter became restless. Something was calling him, softly, but steadily. He felt it in his bones, in his magic. It vibrated through his soul. It was light and life and love.
And in pain.
For two years he ignored it. Then, in the third year, he searched for the origin. And then, he travelled to the United States of America, officially with the mission to rebuild the ties between their magical governments. Unofficially, he was searching for something else entirely.
Two months of talking. One month of travelling with other wizards to get to know the beautiful country better.
One visit to the Hoover Dam.
And nothing was as it had been.
~
It was the Allspark. Eternal. Great. It was and would be and always had been.
It was.
And yet… things were changing. Something had disturbed the balance, had cast the Allspark out of its chosen resting place and into the cold, cold space.
It was the Allspark. And it was mighty. But the space was so empty and it yearned to create, to make it more than it was. Then, it felt a small planet. Hot inside, full of energy and potential and the possibility of life.
And there was life.
It fell.
It was.
This little, young planet was teeming with life and the Allspark touched it. Carressed it. Formed it. Made it more and mightier. Gave it the spark of awareness, the spark of intelligence. And it was happy when it saw that the spark grew to a flame.
Humans, they called themselves. The Allspark loved them, flighty and changing as they were. So fast and young. So much potential…
But then the balance shift caught up. An old spark of his came, dark and twisted. In sudden panic, the Allspark did what it never had done before and attacked at the last moment. Yet, the Allspark was life and light and giving and never, ever death, destruction, hurt.
Megatron only crashed. And the Allspark was again.
Until its sweet humans came, and took it from its resting place. Touched it. Took life. Formed it. Didn't understand the sparks they were gifted with. Didn't love them – and so they killed the sparks. Again and again.
The Allspark was weeping.
But it was old and mighty and knew change would come. Because that was the way of life and in the end, balance would always be restored.
Balance was restored.
Death had grown too strong, too destructive, too vast, has looked for a vessel. For something capable of bringing change and control. Death who had seen the Allspark's newest creations and also saw the potential.
But it was Death and so it had to wait, until one of the little sparks offered himself up to Death and proved itself capable.
The Allspark and Death were patient. They waited.
Until a little spark came, a soul bright and always fighting. A soul who mourned the lives lost, and fought against the imbalance. A soul who walked towards certain death with hope.
Death took the chance and gave this little spark the gift of mastery over his own Death. And in return over his own life. It seemed little, but in the grand scale of things the little soul became a wild card, a spark closer to the gods than to anything else. It didn't know it yet, but the stage of its life had changed.
Harry Potter had become the Master of Death.
It called.
~
Harry Potter stared at Hoover Dam. It was massive, gigantic even, and slightly intimidating in its size. But what really made his breath catch was the constant hum he felt. It was loud here and it seemed unfathomable that no one besides him seemed to notice.
But the witch at his side, a Muggleborn one but then the differences didn't seem as big here in the States, just chatted on and on about the building and the 31st President Herbert Hoover and the canyon it was situated in – the Black Canyon.
"It's a very impressive building, Clarice," he assured her with a smile. "Pity we can't get nearer."
Clarice, who had reminded him a bit of Hermione, just with blond hair and a wider smile, brightened: "But we can! If you're interested, Harry, we can join one of the tours," she offered. "Or you can just cross over it with a car."
"A tour sounds fantastic. And besides, I'm afraid I don't have a driver's license." Not that just crossing over it would be enough. No, he needed to get inside.
She nodded understandingly. "Of course, you don't really need it in the UK, right? But here, people would just ask how you live without a car. It's necessary." She waved a wand and looked at the time. "The next tour starts in twenty minutes. Let's join in, yes? I haven't been here since I was… oh, I guess ten years old?"
Harry just had to respond to her barely hidden joy. "Well, then it's time to do the tour again, right?"
The tour was booked out and there were Muggles everywhere. Most had cameras with them and Harry and Clarice fit in quite well. Still, Harry cast a Notice-Me-Not charm on them both from the very beginning just as a precaution. Of course, they paid for the tickets anyway, but war had taught him to be better prepared than sorry. This way, they wouldn't be missed too fast, should something happen.
The tour guide, an elderly man with white hair and big gestures, made the tour into a real experience with jokes and funny anecdotes. Clarice's attention had locked onto him in the very beginning and since then hadn't wavered.
Harry's on the other hand… he could barely remember a single word said. With every step, the hum had gotten stronger and stronger. He felt it his bones, in his teeth, in his brain. He wanted to sing along and was only a bit surprised to notice that his hands had begun to tremble.
It was here.
He could feel it. Its call. Its song.
Another step. The hum became weaker. No! He stopped and glanced at Clarice who continued on as if nothing had happened. Then, he looked at the chattering tourists, who also seemed undisturbed. Determination filled him, he had come too far to give up now.
He took a step back. Yes. This was it. Here was he nearest to it. All around them was grey concrete, lights, signs, but nothing special. Only a hallway.
Harry breathed. And then made a decision.
A fast invisible spell later, he turned around and ran back, searching for a door. For something.
~
Finally.
The Allspark was patient. Ancient. But time and life were always touching and time was running out.
But now he came, the little spark touched by death. So near…
~
There was nothing. No door. No hint to where the hum came from. His group was nowhere in sight anymore, but he already heard the chatter of the next one echoing against the bare walls.
Harry looked around. There had to be a hint, a clue, something. His hand touched the rough wall made out of cold concrete. The air was clammy, a reminder that they were near water.
Was he missing something?
Then he felt it, the hum in the concrete. The wall. He knelt down and touched the floor. It nearly vibrated against his hand. With widening eyes, he realised that the hum was in the whole dam. So, whatever he searched for was connected to the dam.
Just what were the Muggles doing here? He was very sure that the Ministry of Magic of the United States had no idea of this. He gritted his teeth. He could just join the next group, say he got a bit lost. Or, he could do something reckless, stupid, and very, very dangerous.
He smiled as the answer became clear. When had he ever done the safe thing? And besides, he knew that Ron and Hermione would support him in his choice. They would grumble, and argue, but support him.
He wished they were here.
Then, he apparated towards where only water should be.
~
He was coming.
The Allspark pulsed. Change would come, was coming.
Was here.
~
He landed.
With more luck than anything else, not in a wall or a human. Or something else. But also not in the water, which should have been here, if he had read the maps outside right. Harry smiled grimly as he concluded that he was now nearer to whatever the Muggles were hiding here.
The room he was in seemed to be an office of all things. Bureaucracy always seemed to rule life, no matter how evil or secret. A desk stood right at his hip, on it a very new looking computer. Behind it was a wall with files. On the opposite wall hung a poster of a cat playing with wool and the caption of: 'Never give up.' Very fitting.
Quietly, Harry sneaked to the door and pressed his ear against it. No noise on the other side. He breathed, gathered his courage, and opened it. Another hallway, looking no different than the one he had just been in. Only this one shouldn't exist.
He stepped out and concentrated. Yes, there it was. The hum was to the right side of his body.
Opening his eyes, he started jogging. Soon, someone would notice him missing. Clarice would no doubt panic. After all, she would've lost one visiting diplomatic wizard and war hero. He hoped that she wouldn't get into too much trouble… But the Muggles were a problem too. In the last several years they had developed new technology after new technology, so who knew when they would notice that he was where he shouldn't be. That someone had broken into one of their secret facilities.
Voices around a corner had him stop cold and look for a hiding place. But there were only doors and who knew what lay behind them. He pressed against the wall and hoped that they would not come towards him – and if they did that the spell would do its job.
"And the newest experiments?" asked a male voice.
"A success, sir. We could create three at the same time," was the answer of another male person, who sounded very excited. "It's a breakthrough!"
A female voice added a bit more neutrally: "The energy is now much more stable. We are not exactly sure what has changed in the last few years, but it
has helped us immensely."
"Very good." The steps came nearer. "Anything new on N.B.E. 01?"
"Well," said a second female. "Nothing good, sir. We think it might be aware."
Silence. And the steps stopped for a moment. Harry closed his eyes.
"Aware?! And you're only telling me this now?"
"Sir, the signs are inconclusive," the woman defended herself. "And even if it is, it can't do anything as long as it remains frozen."
"Right … And you're sure of that?"
"Very."
"At least that's something. Now, what about the radiation experiments on N.B.E. 01?"
The steps were growing quieter and quieter. Harry couldn't understand the answer anymore, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to. Experiments? Creating something? Aware? He had a bad, bad feeling suddenly and hoped very much that he was wrong. They weren't experimenting on something magical here… right? If they were, he couldn't even imagine the consequences. There would be more than enough wizards calling for blood and revenge.
A part of him just wanted to flee. Better not to disturb this nest of trouble. But really, if they kept something, anything captive here and used it for experiments, wasn't it his duty to free it? He couldn't just leave it here to these people.
He turned the corner and started running again. The hum was now so strong, so encompassing, that it guided him down the hallways and doors without fail.
Then, he stood in front of a large door, which didn't open automatically.
He simply apparated again. After all, one could apparate towards known locations – or towards location you could triangulate very well. No wizard had any
difficulties to apparate to the other side of a door. Or wall, as proven ten minutes before.
The temperature on this side was colder. And the hum had turned into a song. No, a hymn.
He opened his eyes.
He was in a nearly empty room, full of technology and desks. In the middle of it was a translucent box and in it… three small, grey bodies, made of metal and cables. They didn't move and he realised with horror that these were the experiments the scientist had spoken of. Created such a short time ago and already dead. Whatever they were, they had deserved something better. Poor little things… But he was aware that his time was running out and for them he could do nothing anymore.
He forced his eyes to leave the bodies – the dead babies – and follow the pipes above the box… towards it. For a long moment, he forgot to breathe. He had found it.
It was big, massive, and yet smaller than he had expected. It was a cube. Seemingly metallic and decorated with strange signs and maybe words. And yet…
Yet… he could feel it. This was not a dead object. This was alive. No, even more… he could feel it, but not understand it. It was as if he was missing the words needed to describe it.
Unconsciously, he stepped forward. Then again. And again. Raised a hand to touch it.
"Hello," he whispered. "What do you want from me?"
His fingers touched the metal.
Death touched life.
Change.
The Allspark changed.
With wide eyes, Harry Potter could only stare as the cube which had seemed too small before, folded in onto itself. Becoming even smaller. More Potent.
Around him, alarms began to howl. Red lights flashed. But Harry could only stare in awe as the cube changed. And fell into his hands.
A soft hum went through him. A 'hello'. A 'I've waited for you'. And so much more.
He smiled, as something deep inside of him became peaceful. All was as it should be as he cradled the cube against himself. "I'm here now."
And he would protect it. After all no creature, especially when it was so obviously magical, deserved to be an experiment and to have its children killed. No doubt, the other wizards once they knew would agree.
“We’ll protect you.”
~
The Allspark was.
~
When the guards stormed the room, Harry Potter had already vanished.
And with him, the cube.
In a room further away, N.B.E. 01 was howling.
Somewhere deep in space, Optimus Prime looked up from the datapads before him when he felt a change in the Matrix.
"Optimus?" asked his lieutenant, Jazz.
Optimus shook his head and walked towards the map in the middle of the room. It showed the stars and planets where they had already searched for the Allspark. "Here," he said and pointed to a small planet far outside their route. "Let's fly towards this one."
"Not to argue, OP," Jazz said and leaned back in his chair, looking at him calculatingly. "But at the angle it has left Cybertron, there is nearly no chance that the Allspark would have landed on Planet 3235-0234."
"I know. And yet it is there." He just knew. "I'm certain."
Jazz stared at him, and for a moment even Optimus wasn't able to read the thoughts of his friend through the visor. Then finally, Jazz nodded:
"Okay, ya're the Prime." He stood up and walked towards the command room of the Ark. "Mechs! New coordinates!"
Optimus, meanwhile, sighed and stared at the little planet that had just became so important. For aeons he hadn't felt the Allspark or the Matrix anymore. Part of him had believed their race to be abandoned by Primus… until now.
It gave him hope.
~silber