This is my first Harry Potter/Transformers crossover. I'm going to play around with the timeline a bit so instead of 1990 where Transformers Movie started, I'm going to make it so that it would coincide with Harry's summer after fourth year. So….this means, for this story, Transformers will start at exactly 1995.

Also note that I wrote this quite a while back but lost interest. However, when I watched the three Transformer movies, my muse went into overdrive. So…I read the first chapter (yes, it's a long one) and edited it to my liking. Now here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Transformers. The dialogues came from the movie; I included it since it is part of the story. Give credit to where credit is due since the movie definitely deserved it.

Harry Potter/Transformers Movie Crossover

When World Collide

Chapter 1

Harry James Potter was a very angry wizard. Not only was he back in Privet Drive again which merited his bad mood, the Wizarding World decided that he was a delusional attention-seeking prat for telling the truth that Voldemort was back.

If they won't believe him that Moldyshorts was back then to hell with them. He had better things to do with his life than convincing the sheep of the Wizarding World that their ultimate enemy was alive and ready to kick their collective arses from here to Sunday.

The last straw that cemented his decision to leave Wizarding Britain behind to the mercy of the Dark Tosser was when he received two letters - one from Ron and Hermione, and the other from the Headmaster.

He fumed when he read Ron and Hermione's letter. The two were at the Burrow enjoying a vacation together while he was stuck here in Privet Drive and being slaves to the Dursleys. The letter made it sound like he was a kid that needed pampering and to stay out of trouble.

As his friend, they should already know that Harry Potter doesn't look for trouble; it was the other way around.

Harry was in downright fury when he read the Headmaster's letter. The old coot was telling him to STAY in Privet Drive under the protection of the blood wards and not to leave the premises because Voldemort was back and actively hunting him. Didn't the Headmaster realize that Voldemort resurrected himself through the use of Harry's blood? If that was the case then the blood wards were null and void since the protection that lingered in his veins was now in the snake-faced idiot.

Harry was surprised that Voldemort didn't just waltz up to the Dursley driveway and killed all of them in their sleep, which was the smart thing to do.

That was the last straw for Harry. He waved his hand and banished the bed to oblivion before pulling all his precious items out from the under the loose floorboard and chucked them into his trunk. He was leaving tonight to disappear and live his life under his own rules.

Unlike popular beliefs, Harry wasn't dumb. He didn't pass four years of Hogwarts education because of Hermione helping him. No, he was smart but realized while being raised by the Dursleys that it wasn't a good idea to let others know what you were capable of. Throughout his time at Hogwarts, he acted like the Gryffindor Golden Boy during the day but used his Slytherin cunning at night to raid the Hogwarts Library for any piece of magical knowledge he could get his hands on.

He learned of wandless magic and read that it wasn't traced by the Ministry (the trackers were in the wand and not in a witch or wizard). Because of that, Harry 'borrowed' the book on wandless casting from the Restricted Section after receiving his father's Invisibility Cloak from Dumbledore and started practicing with it in one of the out-of-the-way classrooms in an abandoned wing of the castle. He was quite good at it, managing to cast up to Fourth Year spells without using a wand and he was still improving since he would perform the spells in class without channeling his magic into his wand. It was the best way to hide his unique talent while keeping practice.

Chucking the last item, the photo album Hagrid gave him, into the trunk. He cast a wandless shrinking charm on it and placed it in his pocket for safekeeping. He looked around the room, he hoped for the last time, and noticed the Hedwig wasn't back from her hunting trip. He knew that his owl would know where to find him in case he wasn't in his room so he didn't worry about her.

Since he didn't have any muggle money on him, Harry decided to raid his cousin's stash. He cast a silencing charm on himself and pulled the cloak over his head. He slowly opened Dudley's room and made his way to the fat lard's closet. He rummaged a bit until he found a total of 100 pounds in coins and notes alongside Dudley's porn collection and cigarettes.

Mission accomplished, Harry exited Dudley's room and down to the kitchen. He didn't want to go out the front door since he knew that some members from the Order of the Phoenix were around keeping watch on the house. The old coot had the audacity to treat him like a prisoner. Well, that was going to end now if he had anything to say about it.

He made his way to the kitchen window and slowly opened it. He clambered out while making sure that his body was fully covered by the cloak. He paused when he was on the other side to listen to any sound that would alert him to anyone noticing his escape.

After five minutes of listening, he decided the coast was clear. Silencing charm still in place, Harry ran to the front and avoided any of his aunt's plants that would give away his passage. He saw Mundungus Fletcher on the other side of the street smoking a pipe. Really, if the man was Dumbledore's idea of protection then he was as good as dead.

Shaking his head, Harry left Privet Drive towards Magnolia Crescent where the bus stop was. He knew that the last trip was around midnight and he had five minutes to get there before taking the bus to downtown London. From there, he would make his way to the Leaky Cauldron and to Gringotts.

If he wanted to escape Wizarding Britain then he needed money. He silently hoped that his Trust Vault had plenty of money for him to disappear.

Harry's luck held when he entered the Leaky Cauldron. The pub was quiet and Tom was snoring on the counter so Harry took the chance to quickly make his way to the back, opened the entrance to the alley with a few taps of his finger, and made a beeline for Gringotts without stopping. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bank still open. Really, it was amazing that Gringotts was open 24/7. Service was definitely top notch.

He ducked into a corner and took off his cloak before stuffing it into his back pocket. He conjured a baseball cap and put it on to hide his famous scar. He nodded to the armed goblin at the entrance causing said goblin to look at him in surprise before bowing and pointing to a teller in one of the secluded counters, one reserved for night-time transactions.

"What can I do for you, wizard?" the goblin teller growled out, clearly irritated for being assigned the night shift.

"Good evening, sir. I would like to speak to an account manager please to find out how much I have in the bank. If he is not available then I can come back in the morning with an appointment." Harry asked respectfully. If there was one thing he learned from his night-time studies, goblins liked to be treated with respect and they will return it in kind. He noticed the surprised look on the goblin's face before the teller's countenance softened.

"That is quite possible, sir…." Harry lifted his cap and showed the goblin his scar. "I see. If you would please follow me, sir, I will take you to your account manager." said goblin in a whisper since he knew that Harry didn't want his presence in the bank to be noticed.

"Thank you, master teller. Please lead the way." said Harry with a smile before following the goblin to a corridor. He was led to one of the offices and Harry was surprised to see Griphook seating behind an ornate table, clearly awake and grumpy. The teller gave a bow before leaving, locking the door behind him.

"Griphook?" Harry blurted out. Said goblin looked up in surprise and saw through the disguise.

"Indeed it is I, Mr. Potter. I don't think that anyone could recognize a goblin from a single meeting. Now what can I do for you? Judging from the time and the…tense tone in your voice, you're here for something?" the goblin asked with a smirk as he beckoned for Harry to take the seat in front of him.

"Yes, Griphook. I had quite enough of the Wizarding World so I decided to take a…sabbatical so to speak; preferably one that doesn't require me to come back." Harry said dryly. "I want to see how much I have in my Trust Vault so I can plan what I'm going to do."

"Well, your Trust Vault won't be enough for what you have in mind but your Family Vault would certainly make things easier for you considering how large it is. You can access it despite being underage thanks to the Clause your father added in his Will." Griphook mused while Harry had a look of surprise on his face.

"I have a Family Vault? My parents left a Will?" Harry blurted out in shock.

Griphook immediately gave him a piercing look.

"You mean to tell me, Mr. Potter, that you don't know the full extent of your inheritance?" the goblin asked with a low growl in his voice.

Harry shook his head in negative.

"No, Griphook, and I wouldn't be surprised that these things were kept secret from me. I just realized that quite a lot of people had a hand in my life and it is one of the reasons why I want to just…disappear." Harry said tiredly.

The goblin looked at him with a soft smile, which was definitely out of place in a goblin's face. However, Harry wasn't any normal wizard so he knew the look and didn't hold any bias towards it.

"Indeed. I can tell you everything you need to know but considering how you came here, do you want the short version or the full version?"

"Short version for now, I want to get away from Britain as soon as possible." Harry said immediately. "Any other questions I might have can easily be done through letter once I'm safely hidden.

"Indeed. Short version is this. The Potters are a very wealthy family, wealthier than any nobles that still lives today. That is why I have my own office and has enjoyed it since your father, James Potter, gave me the prestigious honor of managing the Potter estate. To put it simply, young Harry, your net worth borders on billions and growing every day thanks to the many investments made by your ancestors and parents. I would also like to add that you have various properties around the world that you could use to…disappear." Griphook added the last part with an slysmirk on his face that Harry caught on immediately.

"I didn't know that my family was...well off." Harry growled in anger, realizing that his life was definitely orchestrated. He had an idea as to who was pulling the strings but decided to leave things be…for now.

"Well off is a mild understatement." Griphook said mildly. "Anyway, in order for me to help you, I need to know what you're plans are so I can make the necessary arrangements."

Harry gave the goblin a suspicious look. Authority figures hadn't treated him well in the past so we was quite suspicion of someone offering him aid without knowing what they wanted in return.

"You're going to help me?" Harry said with a bit of suspicion in his tone.

Griphook detected the young man's suspicion and couldn't help but inwardly approve of the action. If someone offered you help then it was best to know what was being asked in return.

"Being an account manager is more than a position, Mr. Potter. When I was chosen to manage the Potter Estate from the other candidates the bank offered to your father, I swore a magical vow to serve the Potter Estate to the fullest of my abilities without bringing harm to the family. If I do anything to contradict with your plans and cause you harm then the vow I took would strike me down without so much as a warning." Griphook explained calmly.

Harry relaxed after hearing this. There were definitely gaps in his education being muggle-raised so he inwardly made a mental note to broaden his education in the subject.

"I see. If that is the case then I need to know if this room is warded from eavesdroppers." asked Harry as he looked

Griphook merely tapped a jewel on the table causing the walls, door, ceiling, and floor to glow before dying down.

"There, I have activated the privacy barrier around the room. No one outside will hear anything you and I have to say." the goblin informed Harry who sighed in relief.

"My plan is quite simple and to be honest, I haven't hammered out the details as of yet. I came to Gringotts in hope of finding out how much money I have left and make my plans from there. Considering how you said that my family is on the rich side (Harry saw the goblin smirk at this), I want to have a means of accessing my money in the muggle world, preferably outside Britain. I also need a property where I can hole up until the hubbub of my disappearance dies down. And if possible, I want someone to check if I have any tracking spells or any other spells on my person I don't know about." Harry stated.

Griphook nodded before a thoughtful look crossed his face.

"Your plan definitely has wrinkles, Mr. Potter." Griphook said causing Harry to pout.

"Please, call me Harry, Griphook. Mr. Potter makes me sound old. I'm still going 15 for crying out loud."

"Harry it is then. Anyway, your plan has wrinkles but I think I can smooth it out a bit before letting you go on your merry way. I have a couple of suggestions that you might find to your liking if you're of a mind to hear it." Griphook said with a smirk.

Harry looked at him, intrigued about what the shrewd goblin had in mind.

"Any help would be appreciated, Griphook."

"Good. My suggestion is this. I want you to delay your 'disappearance' for a few days." Griphook raised a hand to stop Harry from interrupting him. "Let me finish, Harry, I guarantee that you will like what I have to say. As I said, I want you to delay leaving for a few days, a week at the most. You will be staying here in Gringotts, in a hidden guest wing reserved for our high profile clients when they want to hide and conduct business in private. While here, you will be seeing a goblin healer who will check you for any spells on your person and to make sure that you're in proper health. While you're enjoying our hospitality, I will be making a new identity for you and make sure that your stay in the muggle world is full-proof, so to speak."

Harry thought about it for a few seconds before a grin made its way on his face.

"That is indeed a very good idea, Griphook. As to this new identity, do I need a disguise or something?"

"If what I suspect is true then you won't need a disguise to live a new life. We shall see if I'm right after you see a healer. Now, we need to come up with a name to become your new identity in the muggle world. Any ideas?" asked Griphook as he took out a few parchment and taking down notes.

Harry thought about a new name and played around the common ones in his mind until one stood out from the rest.

"Evanson…James Evanson." Harry said with a large smile on his face.

Things were definitely starting to look up for him.

Harry's stay in Gringotts was definitely an eye-opener and couldn't help but pat himself on the bank for deciding to make a stop at bank before leaving Britain.

Griphook got the ball rolling and set him up with an identity in the muggle world with all the usual provisos. After perusing the various properties he had in the Potter family ledger, both of them decided that it would be best for Harry to pick America as a location to start a new life in. Africa was considering since one of his ancestors had a vacation home there but the place was near Britain so it was discarded.

For one, America was a bit lenient when it came to magic. Their version of the Ministry was open to immigrants and, considering his stature, it was easy to set up a new life there with a bit of Galleons greasing the wheels. It was two days later that James Evanson, 15 year old high school student, orphan, was properly registered as an emancipated minor, American citizen with full rights in the colonies.

Another discovery was from the reading of his parent's Will which made Harry furious.

According to the Will, he wasn't supposed to go to the Dursleys at all. Sirius was the first choice if something happened to them. If not then Remus Lupin would pick up the slack. If both were not available then Minerva McGonagall was next on the list followed by Amelia Bones. The Dursleys weren't even considered. To top it all off, Albus Dumbledore knew the content of the Will since he was the one who acted as a witness. The old coot definitely had something in mind for him if he disregarded his parents' final request.

Harry immediately told Griphook to enact the Will since he wanted Remus to get his due. His father knew that the werewolf wouldn't accept charity so he stipulated in the Will to give Remus one of the Potter summer cottages and a million Galleons to make his life easier to deal with. The old wolf was going to get a shock soon when he receives a letter from Griphook.

This was also the first time that Harry finally saw what a goblin looked like when mad. The goblin healer who checked him out released a series of vile epithets that would make a troll pale in horror.

The healer found that he had a block on his magic and to some of his abilities. The healer remarked that it was a miracle that Harry could perform magic at all since only 10% of his magical core was available to him. There was also a block on his magical abilities, namely his Animagus form (a wolf), minor talent at Metamorphmagus (the ability to change his appearance at a small scale - like changing his body build, eye color, hair length, etc. He couldn't change to another person completely even if he tried), and advanced Mind Magic.

Harry had to crow in delight after discovering that he could change his appearance since that would take care of his disguise problem.

The healer's anger rose to a crescendo when she discovered that Harry's scar was an incomplete Horcrux or a soul anchor. After doing a bit of research on th subject, it was determined that a part of Voldemort's soul accidentally latched on to the scar created by Killing Curse and embedded itself there as a parasite. It stayed alive by leeching at Harry's bound core and stunted Harry's natural mental shield since the ability focused itself into isolating the soul fragment from possessing him.

It took a day to prepare a cleansing ritual to get rid of the block and to destroy the Horcrux in Harry's scar. When that was done, Harry felt his magic rise up to fill his body, countering all the malnutrition and abuse he suffered under the Dursley's hands. This resulted in Harry's magic placing him in a healing coma for three days so his body could adjust to the influx of power.

When Harry woke up, the Healer immediately placed him in a stringent control program to make sure that his magic wouldn't be causing him any harm. Harry's wand blew up after casting a light spell on it so that was definitely needed. Thankfully, his magic protected him from the explosion with only a few mild burns that was easily healed.

Harry discovered that he didn't need a wand anymore. His body was so saturated with magic that he was like a wand. He was generating and absorbing ambient magic that it would be rare for him to run out of juice even after casting the most powerful spells. The healer informed him that the blocking of his core resulted in his body adapting to the lack of magic in his system. In order to fill the void that the block caused, his magic manifested a rare magical talent to absorb ambient energy in the air in small amounts to keep his reserves at maximum capacity. He was like a living breathing magical solar power plant and that revelation made Harry beam at the healer in happiness.

This also resulted in an improvement in Harry's wandless casting. He didn't need an incantation or a magical focus anymore to cast spells. All he needed to do was visualize what he wanted and let his magic do the job. It was quite easy. He could now do ALL the spells he learned with an ease of a master and then some.

The healer also taught Harry how to control his metamorphmagus talent since Harry wanted to get out of Britain as soon as possible. Harry would purchase books on Animagi before leaving or he could just buy everything he needed when he got to America since Griphook informed him that there was a magical enclave near his soon-to-be home.

Harry found out that shifting his body was similar to how his wandless magic worked. All he needed to do was visualize what he wanted to look like and will his magic to initiate the change, though he had a suspicion that it was easier for him because of what happened to his magic after it was blocked. He wasn't complaining though since that sped up his departure time.

It was five days later that Harry exited Gringotts in his James Evanson persona - 5'10, lean muscled, spiky black hair, and no longer needing glasses. The healer was kind enough to give him a rare goblin-made potion to quickly fix his damaged eyes. After an hour of writhing in pain on the bed as his eyes were fixed, he had perfect vision. He also changed his eye color from greed to blue. Green eyes were rare after all and it would stand out like a sore thumb.

Harry took one look around Diagon Alley before activating the portkey function in his Potter lordship ring. A tug on his gut later, he arrived in America to start his new life.

Harry, or James Evanson as he now called himself, stood in front of a very large house in 24th Street in Los Angeles, California. According to Griphook, the house belonged to his great grandparents who loved America and stayed there until their death.

Now, James owned the house and he loved it.

Aside from being in a completely muggle neighborhood, the nearest magical alley was just half an hour ride by bus. He made a mental note to visit it for supplies, an elf or two to help him with the upkeep, and possibly get some books he needed to study. A brief thought of getting a car crossed his mind but decided against it since he was still underage even if he was emancipated by the law.

To make sure that the paper trail was nonexistent, James and Griphook decided to rename the house from West Potter House to the Evanson Residence and removed it from the rolls of the Potter portfolio and added it to his new one and made it so that it would look like that he inherited it from his parents. If someone were to dig into his whereabouts, they wouldn't be able to find him.

As far as he was concerned, Britain was just a memory that needed to be forgotten.

James observed the house and couldn't help but give a nod of approval. It was one of those old-fashioned houses he saw on the telly. It had two floors, the walls were of earthen brown and the roof was dark gray. When he went inside, the furniture was of similar design though these were quite comfortable to look at if the thick padding on the couch was something to go by. He made a mental note to buy an entertainment system though since the telly in the den was fit to retire. It was from the 80's for crying out loud.

Considering the time difference, being late afternoon already, James decided to rest up for now. He had a long day tomorrow and he wanted to be fresh for it.

It had been a month since James settled down in his new home in the colonies.

A day after arriving, James immediately visited Abraham Lincoln Magic Alley (President Abe Lincoln was actually a squib who laid the foundation for the creation of the now American Ministry of Magic) and was surprised that it was quite modern compared to Diagon Alley back in England. The entrance was through an enchanted alley that only those who had magic could see and enter. It was quite refreshing to just walk through the alley to exit into the magical section without having to enter a seedy looking pub filled with hags and drunks, and assaulted by smells that would make your toes curl.

One thing that Abe Alley (as the locals dubbed it) had that Diagon Alley didn't was the availability of enchanted muggle technology that would fit in any home.

Unlike in Britain, America didn't discriminate muggles but instead, worked alongside them for the betterment of mankind – both magical and mundane (as muggles were called in the States). Through the judicious use of his Gringotts Card, he bought everything he needed for his new home. From LCD television to computer, he bought what he fancied with a relish.

He also subscribed to an Internet package giving him a lifetime access at top speed. He had been drooling at the laptop before he finally bought one. He also bought a mobile phone with unlimited air time since it was a common method of communication in the US.

Thankfully, there were house elves available for him to acquire.

Unlike Britain, America didn't discriminate against house elves too. Instead of buying them from a shop, one needed to fill out a form in the American Ministry to be assigned an elf. They were with you for life until you free them, if that happened, the elf would return to the shop to be assigned to another family. A stipulation in the contract he had to sign was a magical vow of sorts to make sure that the elf you acquired was well taken cared off and never abused.

James thought it was way better than the S.P.E.W movement that Hermione kept spewing about, no pun intended.

Speaking of Britain, Griphook was kind enough to keep him updated on what was happening in his previous home country.

To put it simply, Wizarding Britain was in an uproar and had no evidence of dying down soon.

Two weeks after he left, two Dementors swopped down into Privet Drive and caused quite a ruckus. His relatives were kissed leaving only Dudley alive with his soul intact. His cousin was now living with his Aunt Marge since he didn't have any family left to take care of him until he came of age.

James didn't bat an eyelash at the news since he had no love for the Dursleys. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

This event caused two things to happen.

One, the wizarding public was putting a lot of pressure on the Ministry because of the two Dementors escaping their control. If they could simply leave Azkaban and swoop down on muggle neighborhoods, what was stopping the creatures from attacking wizarding families?

Griphook happily informed James that Minister Fudge wouldn't be winning the next election with his statistics going down the drain.

Two, Dumbledore now knew that he was no longer in his relatives though the old coot didn't know that James was no longer in Britain altogether. Griphook gleefully informed his employer that his connections reported that Dumbledore was scouring every nook and cranny in both muggle and magical Britain to find him to no avail. There were even various inquiries into his account in Gringotts which Griphook merely answered.

"Harry Potter didn't withdraw any money from his account."

That was a loophole that the goblin happily used. Harry Potter didn't withdraw any money but James Evanson certainly did, not that they need to know that.

Griphook also fielded all mails sent to 'Harry Potter' since James Evanson was off the grid thanks to a bit of goblin magic. A drop of blood on a piece of amber was enough to make sure that all owls bearing his letters would go to Gringotts and forwarded to Griphook. Another goblin spell ensured that James Evanson wouldn't be receiving any mails for Harry Potter any time soon if it so happened to bypass the former.

Of course, after Griphook removed the spells (portkeys, tracker spells, and compulsion charms) on the letters, they were immediately forwarded to his employer.

James got a few letters from Ron and Hermione berating him for running away and to come back immediately under Dumbledore's protection.

Molly Weasley sent him a few letters telling him the same thing then the letters became howlers that made Griphook swear that he would shut the woman up the next time she sent him another one.

Sirius, of course, sent him a letter of congratulations for finally getting out of Dumbledore's thumb and to keep a low profile until the ruckus he caused dies down.

Remus sent something similar but with an addition to take care of himself and to ignore Sirius order to prank people.

When James got those letters, he wondered if it was possible to bring his two surrogate family members to America. Werewolves were protected here and had their own rights ensuring that they wouldn't be discriminated any time soon. Sirius could take a page out of his book and set up a new identity. This idea bore planning and vowed to let Griphook in on the situation since the goblin was talented in this sort of thing.

On the mundane side of the fence, James made friends with the Witwicky Family next door and couldn't help but love the bunch.

The Witwicky's were a family of three - Ronald 'Ron' Witwicky and Judith 'Judy' Witwicky and their son, Samuel 'Sam' Witwicky. James met the family a week after moving in and took to them immediately.

Mr. Ron Witwicky was quite sarcastic but witty. He loved to rile Sam up but made it a point to not overdo it. He was a caring father and a loving husband. He treated James like an extension of the family, often inviting him to a few talks as he cared for his beloved garden. The man was obsessed with his garden for some reason not that James minded since he liked tending to plants – his own personal garden was a testament to that.

Mrs. Judy Witwicky was your typical American housewife. She had quite a mouth on her; but unlike his Aunt Petunia, Judy was just blunt. She hated gossip with a passion but loved to listen to them and not bothering to spread them around. It was because of her that James knew the ins and outs of the neighborhood he now lived in. The two would often find themselves in the kitchen of the Witwicky home sharing stories as both tried different recipes in cookbooks that Judy had in spades. When Judy found out that James loved to cook, she immediately took a liking to him with James having the same sentiment.

Sam Witwicky was a definitely a son of his father. He had a mouth on him that wouldn't stop yapping if given a reason. Despite being the talkative sort, James took a liking to him despite Sam being two years older than him. In fact, he invited Sam over to his place for movies or to discuss the latest gadgets in the market. James was amused as how obsessed Sam was in getting a car especially when the teen would get all excited after checking a few on James' laptop. James had a faster Internet connection that Sam's so the teen was a frequent visitor.

Incidentally, James would also be enrolling in the same class as Sam when the next school opening comes in. After taking his tests and acing it, he was given a bump up in the American Education Board to be with the same year as Sam. They would be in their Third Year this coming June.

All in all, James loved his new life and couldn't be happier.

James was enjoying a lie in when an explosion of sorts erupted from outside his window. He immediately got out of bed and peered out the window to see Sam's car releasing black smoke from its rear.

"What in the world is going on over there?" James shouted over the noise that Sam's new Camaro was making. Well, it was newly bought but it was far from new. Considering how tightfisted Sam's father was, the car was definitely a second hand…or possibly a third. It definitely needed a new paint job if nothing else.

"Sam is going out with his 'new' car for a ride. It's a beauty isn't it?" Ron Witwicky answered while giving the car a proud look.

James raised an eyebrow, which was incidentally mimicked by Judy.

"Beauty? In what junk shop did you get that car from?" James replied sarcastically causing Judy to laugh. To prove his point, Sam's car gave out another loud explosion after the teen revved it up and the smoke it spewed out would put an environmentalist in a fit. "I know that you're a bit tightfisted on money, Mr. Witwicky, but to buy Sam a car like that is just too much."

"I have you know that the car is perfect." Ron replied defensively.

"The price tag is perfect you mean." James countered causing the man to blush before giving a triumphant grin.

"Exactly."

"I rest my case." said James with a roll of his eyes. "Hey, Sam. You doing alright in there?"

Sam poked his head out of the driver seat window and gave his friend a grin.

"Hi James." Sam greeted with a wave. "Doing good. Like my new ride?"

"If that was the last car on earth then yes, I like your new ride." James threw back with a smirk causing Sam to pout.

"You're just jealous that you don't have one."

"I can afford to buy one but I can't drive since I'm still 16. I'll get a student's permit next year before buying one. However, if I do decide to buy one then I'm definitely going for a Porsche." James said with a silly grin on his face. Ever since he saw a sleek gray Porsche in a dealership downtown, he fell in love with it immediately. If he was going to get a car then that car had his name on it.

Sam gave James a look of longing which said teen saw.

"No, I'm not going to dish out a million bucks just to buy you a car, Sam. If you want a Porsche then you need to work to save for one." James said bluntly causing Ron and Judy to shoot him a grin of approval. That was the Witwicky motto– No sacrifice, no victory.

"Fine. Anyway, see you later James. I'm going to the park though you can join me if you want." Sam invited.

"Nah, I'm going to just lie in for the day and enjoy the Internet later."

"You're an Internet junkie, James."

"I know and I don't care. Go away, Sam, and take your explosions-on-wheels with you?"

Sam didn't grace that with a reply. He simply took off but not before his car fired off another loud bang which made James laugh himself silly.

There was definitely something weird about Sam's 'new' car.

Sure, the thing looked normal but the few times James laid his eyes on the it, he couldn't help but thing that there was more to the vehicle than meets the eye.

For starters, the Camaro was releasing a form of energy that tickled his magic. It wasn't magic, James knew that much, but he couldn't put a name on it.

Another incident when he saw Sam's car open its lights and moved a bit when it was parked outside and its owner asleep. Cars don't do that without their drivers so there was definitely something wrong.

And finally, which cemented Jame's assumption that the car was above normal, was when the car drove out of the Witwicky garage WITHOUT a driver, chasing its owner.

Deciding to make sure that Sam wouldn't land into one of his 'unlucky streaks' as he called it, he summoned his Firebolt and Invisibility Cloak. He apparated to the attic where a large window was located and jumped into his waiting broom before pulling on his cloak. He was thankful that the goblins taught him apparition before leaving Britain. Since he didn't have a car, it was the best next thing to get to places without having to take the bus all the time.

James lost sight of the Camaro but opted to follow Sam instead. He had to stifle a laugh when he saw Sam hit a bump he didn't see before crashing in front of a café where his crush, Mikaela, was hanging out with her friends. It didn't take long for Sam to push himself off the ground and took off again.

When Sam found a police car, James frowned when he felt something off. The police car was emitting the same energy as Sam's car though this one was more malicious than the Camaro. He didn't know what Sam said but it must have been something because the boy took off in his mom's pink bicycle with police car following the teen.

James followed the two into an abandoned building and it was there that the young wizard had his first shock after entering the states.

The police car turned into a giant robot! One ugly giant robot.

After punting Sam into a car, robot started demanding in a mechanical voice if Sam was Ladiesman217. Why in the world was the giant robot interested in Sam's eBay page where his father's eyeglasses were auctioned? (James knew about it since Sam used his laptop to post the ad online since his computer was being a nuisance - got hit by a virus)

When the robot was getting violent, James was about to bail Sam out but stopped and cursed when Mikaela came into the scene in her scooter. The two made a run for it but before the robot could get to them, the Camaro appeared and rammed the bot out of the way before making a tight u-turn to stop in front of Sam and Mikaela, opened its door as if in invitation to get in. In a fit of intelligence, Sam shoved his crush into the car before following her. The door of the Camaro closed before speeding out of the building at top speed. The robot turned back into a police car and took chase.

James, who was goggling at the scene, finally shook himself out of his shock and followed the two cars as they swerved and sped through the highway. The chase lasted for hours before it ended when Sam's Camaro took them to a power plant just outside the city. After ejecting Sam and his crush out, Sam's Camaro transformed into another robot (though this one looked a lot nicer than the first) before the police car did the same, the latter crashing into the Camaro and a clash of titans took place, but not before the police car jettisoned something metallic out of its chest which turned into a miniature robot (an ugly bot coming from another ugly bot).

James immediately zeroed in on Sam and Mikaela though his friend was currently in a grappling match with the small robot as it tried to tear its claws into him. Having enough of the scene, James landed, shed his broom and cloak before pointing a finger at the robot who had Sam's pants down to his ankles and shouted out a spell.

"RELASHIO!"

The spell worked. The robot let go of Sam's pants and flew back a couple of meters before landing with a loud thud before emitting a noise that sounded like a groan. That was when Mikaela came in with a buzzing mechanical saw in her hands and sliced the robot's head off. Sam, in a fit of anger, kicked the robot's head like a football making it fly over the fence, whining all the way. James stared at it in amusement.

Sam immediately pulled up his pants because Mikaela was currently staring at his boxers. James snickered which finally brought him to Sam's attention.

"What are you doing here, James, and what did you do?" Sam asked in a shrill voice.

James stopped chuckling and immediately adopted a shocked look. He just did magic in front of a mundane. Damn it.

"Um…magic?" James said lamely.

Mikaela and Sam both gave him incredulous looks.

"Seriously, James? You're telling me that you merely pointed a finger at the robot and it just magically let go of me before flying away as if hit by a bat? Please try again." Sam asked sarcastically.

"Really really. Now…" James was interrupted when Sam's Camaro bot decided to make a scene. It landed a few meters away from them with a loud thud and its opponent was currently brandishing a weapon that was looked liked a club with a lot of sharp points sticking out of it.

Not minding the repercussion of what he was about to do, James pointed his hand, palm forward, at the incoming monster.

"CONFRINGO!"

Because of the adrenalin coursing through his blood stream, the blasting hex James released packed a bit more power than normal. Add his magical potency into the mix, it was definitely more powerful than both Dumbledore and Voldemort could dish out. The spell hit the monster on the chest and caused a loud explosion as it was lifted off its feet to land a hundred meters away with a very loud thud. It didn't get up.

"Well, that takes care of that." James said with a satisfied smirk on his face. He turned around to see two humans and one robot look at him with amazement in their eyes, or optics as the robot's eyes were. "What?"

"Did you just do what I think you did?" Mikaela asked incredulously.

"If you mean, magic, then yes. Now before you ask questions, why don't we ask your car why it could turn into a robot, hm?" James asked with pure sarcasm in his voice.

That did the trick since both Sam and Mikaela turned to the yellow robot who looked as if it was a deer caught in headlights. The look was so funny that James doubled over in laughter.

After going through an awkward conversation with the Camaro-now-turned-robot since could only speak through the conversations from the radio, the three decided to accepts the robot's invitation for a ride and an explanation when it morphed back into its car form and opened the doors to admit them in. Before getting in, James summoned his cloak and broom, shrunk them down and putting them in his pocket before taking the back seat of the car with Mikaela.

James had to snort when Sam smoothly maneuvered the conversation that ended up with his crush seating comfortably on his lap. It was quite funny too since Sam had this goofy grin on his face that indicated that he definitely liked the pressure on his little one. With the way Mikaela was smiling, she definitely liked what she was feeling.

They hit a problem when Mikaela made a comment about the Camaro that James silently agreed to.

"If your car was this advanced robot, how come it took the shape of a piece of crap car?" Mikaela pointed out causing the Camaro to stop while they were in the tunnel. Both doors opened immediately, an indication that they should get out which they did. The doors closed shut before the car drove off.

"Great. Look what you did. You just insulted my car and four thousand grand just drove way." Sam said irritably.

However, his irritation turned to shock before transforming into glee when his car returned in the form of a brand new 2009 Camaro. It definitely looked loads better when Sam first bought it.

"Well, at least now you won't have to worry about your car. From a four thousand grand scrap, it just turned into a million dollar work of art." James commented before getting back into the back seat of the newly renovated vehicle. He could feel the smugness rolling off the car after he said that.

The 2009 Camaro took them to an observatory where they saw four meteors streaking through the sky. Judging from its trajectory, James assumed that the meteors would be hitting various areas around California. Before he could ask, the Camaro made its presence known through the radio that they should get in for their next destination.

It was an hour later that the Camaro drove them into a secluded alley. Questions were about to be asked when four vehicles came in with their lights blaring – a very large truck, an ambulance, a silver Porsche (James drooled at the sight of it), and a GMC Topkick.

All cars transformed to reveal their robot mode which was quite impressive. James was giving the Porsche-turned-robot a speculative look.

Optimus Prime (the truck) introduced himself as the leader of the Autobots. Jazz the Porsche was introduced as Prime's first lieutenant before pointing out Ironhide (The GMC TopKick) as their weapon specialist which the robot showed everyone his cannons which made Sam and Mikaela gape in shock.

James was very interested in the cannons and wondered how Voldemort would fare if he was shot by one of those things.

Ratchet was next to be introduced as the group's medical officer. Ratchet's comment about Sam wanting to mate with Mikaela made James almost fall to the ground laughing. The next introduced was the Bumblebee, Sam's Camaro, who turned out to be Sam's bodyguard as Prime inducted him to the position.

After a brief show and tell showing the war in Cybertron, Autobots and Decepticons, the All-Spark, and the reason why Sam was given a bodyguard. All were about to leave for Sam's house to get his grandfather's glasses which was the key to finding the All-Spark, James said something that made everyone look at him.

"I think there is a way for me to repair Bumblebee's voice. I mean, it is quite cumbersome for him to talk in riddles using various channels in the radio." James said with a grin as he eyed the Camaro who was giving him a nervous look. Jazz noticed the nervousness in his brother-in-arm's countenance.

"What got you so nervous, Bee?" asked Jazz, giving the shivering Camaro a curious look.

Bumblebee didn't say anything but Sam certainly did.

"James here blasted Decepticon that was after me."

"Blasted?" Ironhide asked with interest as he eyed the small human in front of him.

"You and you're big mouth, Sam." James said irritably as he tried to avoid Ironhide's optics.

"How did you blast Barricade away, James?" asked Optimus, curious as well.

James sighed before deciding to come clean. Considering that they just met alien robots, magic was the least of the American Ministry's concern. Heck, magic was the least of the EARTH's concern at the moment.

"I can do magic and I used one of my spells to throw…um…Barricade away from us when he was about to finish off Bumblebee." James explained causing Ironhide to scoff at him in disbelief.

"You mean to tell me that a puny human like you can put down a Cybertronian? You're lying." Ironhide said.

"Puny human, am I?" James growled out causing Sam, Mikaela , and Bumblebee to take a step back. They knew what firepower James was packing and didn't want to get on his bad side.

James lifted his hand, palm up, and directed his magic at a smirking Ironhide. A second later, the weapon specialist was floating 10 meters off the ground, his mechanical hands comically flapping in the air.

"Take that from a puny human, you overgrown rust bucket." James said with a relish as he stared at the helpless bot suspended in the air.

Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and Jazz were looking at James in a new light. Whatever power this boy had was definitely on par, if not greater, than you run of the mill Cybertronian.

"Please put him down, James. He didn't mean to insult you. As far as Cybertronians are concerned, we have no idea of this…magic that you speak of. Even the Internet didn't offer any facts just that it was pure myth and a religion practiced in a fancy." Optimus said as a means of placating the clearly angry teen.

"Fine." said James before cancelling the spell causing Ironhide to crash to the ground with a loud thud and the concrete to crack. The groan was music to James' ears. "Anyway, I think I know a spell to repair Bumblebee's vocal processor. If you give me a chance to try, let's see if I can fix it."

"Understood, what do we need to do?" asked Ratchet in interest. He didn't know what the boy was going to do but whatever it was, it's going to be a revelation he would never forget.

"Nothing. All it needs is a spell." James said calmly before pointing a finger at the now very nervous Camaro. "Stand still and take your medicine like a man, you overgrown baby. Reparo."

The spell hit Bumblebee causing him to shiver. They knew that it worked since the robot talked normally.

"That was…different." said Bumblebee in his robotic voice and James noted that it had a slight British accent to it.

"That was amazing." said Ratchet as he fired a red beam that hit the Camaro's neck. He checked the gadget on his arm before giving James an amazed look. "My scan shows that all damages in Bumblebees system are repaired and he is now working at optimum efficiency. Whatever you did practically removed all of his past damages. Amazing."

"It should. The Reparo Spell is a...repair spell of sorts. It reverses any damage to its perfect form. I didn't know if it would work since magic usually shorts out circuitry but considering that you're alive, I surmised that it would work and it did." James said with a shrug though he did file it in the back of his mind that Cybertronian didn't blow up like their primitive counterparts. It would have been nice if it did since all he needed to do was touch a Decepticon and boom!

"Hm, my thanks for your assistance James. Considering that you're already a valued…member of this team then it is only necessary to ensure your safety. I know that you can take care of yourself but it wouldn't hurt to be assigned a bodyguard like Bumblebee is to Sam." Optimus informed James who had a thoughtful look on his face.

"If that is the case then I accept, Optimus. Would it be possible that Jazz be my bodyguard?" said James as he gave the silver bot a longing look.

"Why is that?" Ironhide asked. Despite being manhandled by a 'puny human', he grudgingly admitted that the boy was a powerhouse.

James didn't answer as he looked at a nervous looking Jazz. It was Sam who did.

"James isin love with a Porsche that he saw in a dealership back near our place. He definitely fell in love with it. Considering that Jazz's alt form is that of the same car, well, you get my drift."

Everyone looked at Jazz expectantly until said robot slouch his shoulders in defeat.

"Fine! I'll be James bodyguard." He grumbled out causing James to give him a grin of triumph.

James was currently seated on Jazz's shoulder as he surveyed the damage an agitated Autobot could cause.

Since the robots were impatient in finding the glasses, bedlam ensued.

The garden was a wreck, the power line was cut causing a neighborhood-wide blackout, and Judy's pet Chihuahua peed on Ironhide's foot. James was looking at the scene with amusement.

"You guys know that I can simply summon the glasses without you ending up destroying the entire house, right?" James pointed out causing everyone, even Sam and Mikeale who was looking out through Sam's bedroom window, to look at him in surprise. James sighed. "Observe. Accio Sam's glasses!"

It didn't take long for a pair of worn out glasses to fly out the kitchen window towards James who caught it expertly. He waved the glasses in front of the startled group.

"As you can see, all you had to do was ask." James said smugly as he handed the glasses to a stunned Optimus. Jazz's face looked proud as he comically puffed up his chest considering that he was the bodyguard of a very powerful human.

Before they could leave Sam's house to a secluded area to determine the location of the All-Spark through Sam's glasses, a bunch of government cars parked in front of the Witwicky residence. Optimus immediately ordered all the robots into their alt form.

With a nod from Jazz, James levitated himself off the robot's shoulder as the bot transformed into his favorite Porsche before floating down beside the car and getting into the driver seat.

The group of five robots and one wizard observed the scene as Sam, his parents, their pet Chihuahua, and Mikaela were ushered into black government cars. James had to snicker when Judy threatened the government agent about hurting the family pet.

Sam and Mikaela were placed in a separate car as his parents. The leader of the government agents, who James commented that looked like a clown much to Jazz's amusement, went in with the teens before driving off.

It was a few seconds later that the group followed intending to catch up to the convoy and rescuing the teens.

James was currently looking at the scene below him. Sam and Mikaela almost fell to their death which caused them to be captured by the back-up team that the agent called up just in case. Bumblebee was captured and was sprayed with liquid nitrogen that James assumed was a means to keep Cybertronians in check. How they knew that he didn't know. When the agents left with their captured prisoners, James turned to Jazz.

"I'm going after them, Jazz." James declared without prompt.

"It's not safe, James. If you're going after them then I'm going with you." Jazz said through the speakers inside the car.

"No, you're not. They already know of your alt form since you transformed in front of them. If they see a silver Porsche following the convoy then they would capture you as they did Bumblebee." said James calmly though his eyes were blazing in fury since he didn't like what the agents did to the yellow Camaro. It reminded him too much of his state before leaving Wizarding Britain. He pulled out his shrunken broom and returned it to its normal size. He got on and was about to pull on his cloak before looking back at Jazz. He could practically feel the worry oozing out of the Autobot which made him smile. "Don't worry about me, Jazz. They wouldn't even know that I'm around. Trust me on this. Tell Optimus what I'm going to do. Once I get the gang out, I'll rendezvous with you guys."

"How are you going to find us?" Jazz finally asked after debating what James was about to do. He couldn't stop his charge even if he tried.

"Magic." James said with a grin before pulling on his cloak and disappearing from sight without a trace.

It was when James flew off to follow the convoy that Optimus pulled himself over the bridge and stood beside Jazz. He noticed that lack of human in the premises.

"Where is James, Jazz?" asked Optimus worriedly.

Jazz transformed to his robot mode since it was safe.

"James took off to follow Sam and Mikaela. He wanted to make sure that both are alright." Jazz informed his leader with a sigh.

"And you let him go?" Optimus asked incredulously.

"How could I stop him, Optimus? He just turned invisible and completely disappeared from my sensors. You know that James had a power that is more than what we Cybertronians know and we couldn't stop him even if we tried." said Jazz before he shuddered that Optimus noticed. "Besides, it is not a good idea to be in those human's shoes right now. Whatever James saw when they manhandled Bumbledee, it definitely made him angry. His…magic was practically frying my circuits from the intensity of it."

Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, merely nodded. He knew that James had more power in his pinky that any of them had in their whole cybernetic bodies. If the boy was angry then he pitied the agents when he caught up to them.

James followed the convoy to a military air strip where Sam and Mikaela was immediately ushered into a helicopter. Two other people joined them – a blonde professional looking woman and a dark skinned chubby teen. He didn't know where Bumblebee went but he surmised that the Camaro bot was going to be taken to the same location as his friend. To find Bumblebee, he needed to follow Sam.

When the chopper took off, James immediate swerved off to follow beside them. He cast a wandless listening charm to the headphones and microphone that Sam was wearing to listen in on the conversation.

"So…" Sam started but whatever he said was continued by the blonde in front of him.

"What did they get you for?" the blonde lady asked.

"I bought a car who turned out it be a giant robot." Sam said with a shrug. The chubby teen looked at him as if he was crazy. Sam continued. "Who knew?"

James had to roll his eyes at the nonchalantly way Sam described his situation. Really, buying a car that turned out to be a technologically-advanced sentient robot? Really!

It didn't take long for the chopper to land just outside Hoover Dam. James smirked since this adventure was turning out to be a grand sight. If he didn't take to follow his friend, he wouldn't have seen such a historic monument. Hoover Dam was just grand.

When the chopper landed and its passenger's disembarked, James followed though he kept his cloak on himself so he wouldn't be detected. It was a good idea too since the Secretary of Defense just arrived with a bunch of military personnel giving him the red carpet treatment. James looked over to the side of the walkway he was on and his sharp eyes immediately saw Bumblebee being carted off towards a large gate down below.

With a grim face, he decided to search for the bot later since he knew instinctively that he would find him when shit hits the fan.

Considering his luck, the shit was going to be quite a big one.

James followed the group, which now included the Secretary of Defense and his retinue, into the bowels of the dam. He had to scoff at the professional tone in Agent Simmons voice. Really, the man was just asking to be clobbered. Acting superior in front of trained military personnel and one pissed off wizard was not something he should do if he wanted to get out of this mess in one piece.

He followed them silently as he listened to the explanation until he came into a large chamber that almost made him reveal his position in shock.

"THEY GOT MEGATRON HERE! HOW THICK ARE THESE GUYS?" James mentally shouted as he stared at the robot icicle in front of him. Also, he was feeling a little edgy since there was an unknown energy somewhere inside the hidden complex that kept calling out to him.

What's worst, his magic was longing to make contact with the energy as well. James knew that he was going to be in big trouble before this thing blows over.

He had to stop his mental rant when the conversation started.

"We found him in the North Pole a few years ago. We think that our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry; crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped it here to this facility in 1934." said the bald agent from Sector Seven.

"We call him NBE-1." Agent Simmons declared grandly as if announcing the most important discovery since the wheel. From their point of view, it definitely was.

"Sir, I don't mean to correct you with everything you now, but…that's Megatron." said Sam as he looked at the frozen robot in front of him. "He is the leader of the Decepticons."

Everyone was looking at Sam in bewilderment while James merely shook his head at the sight.

"He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind." said the bald agent.

Simmons, who didn't like to be ignored apparently, opened his trap again.

"The fact is you're looking at the source of the modern age. Microchip, lasers, space flight cars…are all reversed engineered by studying him…" Agent Simmon then stopped in front of Sam and stared at him in the face. "NBE-1. That's what we call it."

"And you didn't think that the United States Military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" said the Secretary of Defense incredulously.

"Until these recent events, we have no credible evidence that threatened national security." said the bald agent with a straight face though James saw that the man was quite nervous in facing his superior.

"Well, you got one now." the Secretary of Defense pointed out with a shake of his head.

Lennox looked at the giant robot in front of him and couldn't help but blurt out the question that was on everyone's mind.

"So why Earth?"

"It's the All-Spark." Sam said finally. Again, he was the center of attention. As he did that, James went over to look at the monitoring gadgets on the side while keeping an ear out on the conversation, just in case.

"All-Spark? What's that?" the Secretary of Defense asked with a skeptical look on his face.

"They came here looking for this cube-looking thing." Sam informed the man. "Mr. NBE-1 here AKA Megatron, that's what they call him, is pretty much the harbinger of death who wants to use the cube to transform human technology to take over the universe. That's their plan."

"Are you sure about that?" Simmons asked with a cold look on his face.

"Yeah." answered Sam as he stared at the man. He noticed the cold look and the somewhat nervous flinch in the man's body before he realized something. "You guys know where it is, don't you?"

Silence reined for a few seconds before the bald man finally answered.

"Follow me."

Everyone did and James wasn't far behind.

While everyone was listening in on the conversation from the Sector Seven agent, James was staring at the giant cube the other side of the glass window in a mixture of awe and disbelief. He found the source of the energy that was synchronizing with his magic. The All-Spark was making his magic reach out to it as if it was going to connect.

James instinctively knew that if it does happen then his peaceful life was going to be nonexistent.

He immediately clamped down his iron-control over his magic and closed off his core to it. He could feel his magic churning and going wild as it tried in vain to get out of his grip to become one with the alien energy. The All-Spark was also trying to breach his defenses.

James Evanson, Harry James Potter, was not your average wizard. If he could resist the powerful Imperius Curse from the most powerful Dark Lord in existence then the call of both his magic and the All-Spark energy was quite easy for him. He breathed out a sigh of relief when the two energy source stopped their ruckus but he knew that if he lowered his guard then both would be at it again.

Before he could completely relax, he felt a surge of energy stream out of the cube and he wasn't the target. He saw a flicker of light from somewhere below the cube before sensing a mental call of sorts from something. He shivered involuntarily.

Something was coming for the All-Spark. His instinct was telling him that much, that's for sure.

He didn't notice everyone leave as he stared at the All-Spark with a bit of fear and fascination swirling in his eyes.

James was brought of his reverie when the alarm blared all throughout the complex. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs that caused him to be inattentive. His eyes immediately latched on to Bumblebee who entered the chamber and started tinkering with the cube.

As if a switch was flicked by the yellow robot, the cube started folding in on itself piece by piece until it became small enough to fit in the robot's palm.

Grim faced, James nodded since he knew that the All-Spark would be quite safe with the bot so he exited the Founder's room and made his way to the NBE-1 chamber.

When he got there, he saw Megatron shrug off the ice. He stared at the robot for a few seconds before deciding to slow the thing down.

He was about to cast an overpowered Impedimenta when Megatron started demolishing the place. Seeing that he needed to save the lives of the people in the chamber, he shed his cloak and flung an overpowered Reducto at the Decepticon.

He wasn't prepared to what happened next.

The powerful spell hit Megatron on the chest that flung the robot back with explosive force, destroying all the walls in the process. James looked in shock as Megatron shrugged off the attack as if it was nothing with only a slight dent on his chest plate. He wasn't prepared for the Decepticon leader to switch to a flying alt mode and took off.

James cursed himself for giving Megatron a quick way out before pulling out his broom, running all the way to the hole he made using the giant robot as a battering ram.

When he got outside, he pulled on his cloak, mounted his broom, and flew off to find Bumblebee to offer whatever aid he could in protection of the cube.

Megatron must not get his hands on it and James would do anything in his power to make it so.

James finally caught up to the fleeing Bumblebee and his important passenger with a bunch of military jeeps fully armed with weapons acting as a defensive convoy. He grinned when saw the Autobots coming in from the front and had to whistle in surprise when Optimus made a screeching turn putting him just behind the military convoy. The rest of the bots followed him with ease.

James adjusted his course and flew down beside his favorite Autobot.

"Hey, Jazz, care to give me a ride?" James said cheerfully from beside the bot as they sped down the road at full throttle.

"James. Where are you?" asked Jazz through the speaker while using his sensors to try to determine his charge's location.

"Um, just outside the passenger seat." James said casually as he enjoyed the bot's confusion.

"How in Primus' behind did you get there and why can't I see you through my sensors?"Jazz growled out in shock and surprise.

"I'm invisible and I'm flying on my broom." James quipped.

"Isn't a broom used for cleaning?" Jazz deadpanned.

"Not magical brooms, we use it to fly. Now if you don't mind, I want to be comfortable inside you." James had to pause when what he said didn't sound right. "Ew, that just sounded nasty."

"I'll say. Get in." said Jazz as he opened the door to the driver's seat. James immediately flew over the Porsche dove inside before making himself comfortable, summoned his broom, shrunk it and placed it in his pocket. His cloak followed suit. "So what happened?"

"To put it to point, found Sam, Mikaela, and Bumblebee and followed them to Hoover Dam. Surprised that Megatron was there turned into a giant popsicle though he is thawed out now and just flew off to who knows where. The cube was there as well, though it's with Bumblebee now. Now, I'm here with you." James informed the bot.

"I'm surprised you didn't do to Megatron what you did to Barricade." Jazz said mildly since he knew that his charge had a temper on him.

"Oh, I did." James said with sarcasm before his shoulder slumped. "Didn't do much good though. I hit him with a Reductor Curse and all it gave him was a dent."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you caused more damage." Jazz stated casually. "Unlike the normal bots, Megatron is Optimus Prime's brother so both of them are quite stronger than your average Cybertronian. Prime's armor is practically ten times stronger than Ironhide's and that trigger-happy bot is practically the strongest among us short of Optimus in the armor department."

"Now you tell me." James grumbled. "What's the best way to hit him with? I think it would be useless to hit a fortified Cybertronian living armor with concussive spells."

"Well, Cybertronian weapons are based on heat energy. Try hitting him something hot. That should do the trick." Jazz offered solicitously making James' eyes gleam with unholy light.

"Oh, really now? Something hot you say? Well, next time I'm going to meet Mr. Megatron, I'm going to barbecue him." James cackled as he rubbed his hands together, mentally recalling all the heat-producing spells he had in his arsenal. The idea of hitting Megatron with a very overpowered cooking charm appealed to him greatly.

Since Jazz had his communication line open, all the Autobots heard the evil cackle James was producing.

"Megatron is so screwed." was all the bots thought as they shuddered when James released another round of cackles.

"Holy Merlin! Is that a tank?" James asked incredulously as a large military tank appeared from the corner and started shooting at Ironhide who immediately turned to robot form in full acceleration, did a somersault and used his two cannons to give him an added boost. The weapon specialist definitely lived up to his name as he dodged the various shots the tank fired at him easily while releasing missile after missile though his was a bit off since it hit some buildings instead of the enemy.

"James, I need you to fly out. I'm going to take out Devastator." Jazz said through the speaker.

"So that's the tank's name." James mused as he freed his magic from its restraints. Since the cube was far away from his location, his magic didn't react to it as strongly as it did back at the dam. He covered himself with it and prepared to fly out. The only drawback to this technique was the lack of speed that his Firebolt had in spades, which was why he preferred his broom if he wanted to fly "I'm flying out. I'll give you cover fire."

After saying his piece, James flew out of the driver's seat before Jazz transformed into his bot mode and started on the tank who quickly turned robot and was tag teamed by Ironhide and Ratchet, the former firing his weapons and Ratchet using a circular saw of some sort to hack some of the missile pods on Devastator's shoulder to great effect. Jazz used his small size to attack the large bot with shots from his pistol as he kept moving to avoid getting hit by the bigger bot.

James flew above and started raining down Reductors and Confringos at rapid fire. It may have lacked power since he couldn't overpower the spells with the speed he was casting at but the continuous barrage was enough to push it back with the help of the other bots. He finally saw his chance when one of Ironhide's missile opened up its chest which was too tempting a target for James to resist.

"IRONHIDE, RATCHET, JAZZ GET AWAY!" James shouted as he pulled more magic out of his core and into his hands. The trio heard James' shout of warning and immediately jumped out of the way since they knew that what the teen was going to do next was going to be explosive.

James saw the Autobots heard his warning and jumped out of the way. Bracing himself from the recoil this spell was going to cause, he pointed both of his hands at a stunned Devastator, aimed at the chest, and shouted out the spell.

"FULMENS!"

Two thick bolts of lightning flew out of James' outstretch hands and hit the hole in Devastator's chest. The Decepticon screamed in pain before blowing up into pieces. The Autobots had to duck to avoid the superheated parts coming from the now-dead Decepticon while James cast a Protego that stopped the projectiles from hitting him. James floated down towards the Autobots who was looking at the spot where Devastator once stood with a look of awe and disbelief.

"Hah! Take that, Cybertronian armor!" James crowed in delight as he floated in place.

The three Autobots were looking at him in astonishment.

"Sometimes, James, you scare me." said Ironhide with a shake of his head before looking at the cannon mounted on his arms ruefully. How he wished that it packed the same power as the attack the human used.

"Just sometimes?" James said before floating over to his place at Jazz's shoulder and sitting in on it. "Anyway, where are the rest of the troops?"

"Back there," said Ironhide, pointing to a demolished street. It definitely saw better days. He turned to Ratchet. "Do you think you can help Bumblebee? His legs got blown off from one of Starscream's missiles. We need all the help we can get."

Ratchet shook his head knowing that fixing Bumblebee's legs would take time and parts to pull off. Doing so in the middle of a warzone was impossible. However, he looked at James who was currently having a debate with Jazz on what was stronger – his magic or Jazz's pistols.

"James, do you think you can help Bumblebee?" asked Ratchet hopefully. "He got his legs blown off by Starscream so it needed to be repaired."

James thought about it for a few seconds before nodding.

"Take me to him." James ordered causing the three bots to nod before running towards where the battle was.

When they got there, they saw Starscream firing at the soliders as they tried to hide themselves from the barrage. Unfortunately, the Seeker bot saw them coming before changing his target and fired a barrage of missiles at them.

James saw the incoming projectiles and didn't hesitate. He floated away from Jazz's shoulder and shoved both of his arms forward and cast the most powerful defensive spell he knew that could deal with physical attacks.

"PROTEGO MAXIMA!"

A dome of pure defensive magic surrounded James and the three Autobots. Starscream's missiles blew up harmlessly on its surface while James grunted from the strain of holding the spell against the barrage. Incidentally, Lennox and Epps were inside the shield since they were hiding behind a rubble a few feet away from James. The two were staring at the floating teen in disbelief.

"WHY DON'T YOU FIRE AT HIM? THE SHIELD WILL STOP ANYTHING FROM GOING IN BUT NOT GOING OUT! SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!" James screamed as he channeled more magic into the spell. He still had plenty of magic to spare since the energy in the area was being slowly filtered in his core but the recoil of the impact was getting to him.

Roused by the shout, the tree Autbots and two soldiers started firing their own salvo at Starscream who got hit a few times before finally transforming into jet and escaped the area.

James sighed and released the spell before floating back to sit on Jazz's shoulder. He had used half of his magic in that spell while keeping it powered to protect them from the Seeker's attacks, though he could feel it being refilled which made him sigh in relief.

"What in the world was that?" Lennox exclaimed while giving James a look of awe. Robots were one thing, a human with powers was definitely a new item to be added in his insanity book. Epps was on the same page.

"Why hello, Lennox. Hello to you too, Epps." James said with a grin from Jazz's shoulder as they made their way to a downed Bumblebee.

The two soldiers followed while thinking how the teen knew their names.

Before James could repair Bumblebee's legs, a shout from Ironhide caused him to turn.

"IT'S MEGATRON! FALL BACK!" Ironhide shouted as he retreated while firing shots at the giant Decepticon who merely shrugged it off. Ratchet and Jazz was doing the same.

James temper flared when he saw the Decepticon leader shoving the humans who were trying in vain to get away from him. His mind and magic roared together when he saw the robot practically grab Jazz by the neck, intending to snap it off.

"LET GO OF HIM NOW!" James shouted as he pointed a palm towards the Decepticon. He channeled his magic and screamed. "RELASHIO!"

The spell hit Megatron forcing him to relinquish his hold on a squirming Jazz and threw him back a couple of meters. But before he could get his bearings, James shot another spell at him.

"TAKE THIS, YOU OVERGROWN TIN CAN! FULMENS!" James screamed as his anger and rage doubled the power of the spell. The supercharged bolts of lightning hit Megatron on the chest and propelled him backward while screaming as pure magically-enhanced lightning electrified his circuits. The giant robot crashed into a building but James' spell was still continuing its onslaught. The Decepticon exited from the other side, crashed into another and did the same thing with the first. When James ended the spell, Megatron was now five blocks away from them with four demolished buildings in his wake.

James slumped to the ground in a kneeling position as he tried to take in much needed oxygen while his core did the same as it refilled itself using what energy it could latch on to in the area. Everyone looked at the ass-kicking Megatron got from the hands of a human and looked back at a panting James with Jazz hovering protectively over him.

"If that kid can do that to a robot as powerful as Megatron, I definitely don't want to get on his bad side." Epps commented causing everyone to nod before Ironhide and Epps instructed Sam to go to a building he was pointing at to get the cube out of Mission City by a chopper headed their way.

It took quite a while for James to get his bearings since the last spell took a lot out of him. It didn't help that the cube was near him at the time that added to the power of his lightning bolt. Thankfully, his magic was too focused on the spell to even think about attaching itself to the cube. It would seem that the All-Spark was of the same mind as well since it didn't take advantage of James' weakness.

After repairing every Autobot in the area, James immediately stood up straight while his eyes took on a glazed look.

"What's wrong?" Jazz said worriedly. He knew that the teen saved his life since he could practically feel Megatron about to snap his neck. He was forever indebted to the boy and would be asking Optimus later that he would forever serve as James' bodyguard. He knew that his leader wouldn't mind considering what James had done help them.

"The All-Spark. It's calling me." James said in a dazed voice. Those who heard him could swear that there was a metallic quality to it.

"WHAT?" Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, and Lennox shouted in unison.

"The cube. It sensed that it's in danger and needed my help. I have to go." James explained before shaking his head as the sudden call from the cube had frazzled his mental shields. It was desperate for help and he couldn't ignore it.

"I'm going with you." Jazz said immediately while the others nodded in unison.

James merely looked at his favorite bot before shaking his head. He needed to do this alone since they wouldn't be able to get there in time to help if they decided to go by normal means. He needed to do this or all would be lost.

"I'm sorry, Jazz, everyone, but I need to go alone or we won't make it there in time. See you later." James added with a sad smile before gathering his magic and apparated to where the cube was with a loud crack, following the call of the alien energy like a beacon.

James appeared just in time to see Megatron about to grab Sam. The boy was holding the cube securely to his chest and James could feel the All-Spark asking for his aid.

Due to the close proximity of the alien artifact to his magic, he could feel his core expand as his magic lashed out with a vengeance.

Before Megatron could grab Sam, James' magic struck and pushed Megatron back to crash into a building. The magic lashed out again, this time, it cut off one of Megatron's arms, causing said robot to scream in pain.

"Sam, give me the cube." James said in a distracted voice as he approached the panting Witwicky scion.

"James? What are you doing here?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Just give me the cube, Sam, before it's too late." James said urgently as he saw Megatron push himself off the building and started lumbering towards them while muttering insanely about the All-Spark. With a nod, Sam handed the cube to James who took it with both hands.

When his hands touched the cube, James could feel his magic bond to the artifact with said object doing the same. It was then that Optimus arrived with his chest piece open, revealing his blue Spark, the heart of every Cybertronian and their life.

"James, put the cube into my chest. Hurry!" urged Optimus while keeping an eye on the approaching Megatron.

James merely shook his head and gave Optimus a smile.

"Sorry, Optimus. If I do that then you will die and the Autobots will be without a leader. You are needed. Besides, I know what I'm about to do to end this war." said James.

Before Optimus could refute, James apparated directly into Megatron's path with the cube clutched tightly in his hands. Megatron saw this and immediately stopped on top of James.

"All-Spark! Mine!" growled Megatron, his insanity now taking hold of him.

"You want it Megatron? Then take it!" James exclaimed as he shoved the cube into the monster's exposed chest.

The surge of power made James' knees buckle as the physical form of the All-Spark started disintegrating as its energy was directed into Megatron's heart, frying it from within. At the same time, James could feel a majority of the All-Spark's energy traveling into his body and into his core, becoming one with his magic. The young wizard could feel something in his being snap into place, as if it was reunited with its lost half. The cube's physical form was almost gone when an explosion rocked the area. This resulted in a shockwave that tossed Megatron and James apart.

James dazedly looked at the dying form of Megatron as he started to black out. Before he could completely bask in the coming darkness, he blurted out a parting statement.

"Take that, you rusted bucket of bolts." said James with a slur before blacking out completely.

End of Chapter 1 and the first Transformer Movie.

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