The Beginning Of The End

Chapter 1 - Hope

Everyone has a breaking point. For some, it could even be triggered by something mundane like rejection, or a spiraling straight into depression.

But not for Harry.

His breaking point was seeing the horror struck look- the last ever look that his godfather would ever give him- as he fell through the veil. Everytime he closed his eyes, that face pierced into his, twisting his gut so much that it left him gasping for air.

His friends didnt understand, nor did he try to make them. They had never seen a loved ones death whereas Harry was all but surrounded by it. Those words they tried to comfort him with – "Harry! Its not your fault." "He's in a better place now" "Are you alight?" They were all meaningless because it didnt matter, none of that mattered because all he could concentrate on was the feeling of numbness and despair. They didn't understand that this wasn't something that you could just get over.

Events like this mentally changed a person, and now, he could feel a boundary separating him from his friends.

Now, he was almost grateful because he was in his room in Privet drive, a place which, for Harry, was void of affection of any kind. It was, in a very twisted way, his sanctuary because his Aunt and Uncle gave him so much work that he didn't get to stare in space very often and recall those final moments of Sirius's life.

So here he was, pulling out weeds with his sore, overused and slightly bloody hands when a Yellow car with two black stripes came around the corner. Normally Harry would ignore the car, even if the car was the most expensive and flashy car around, because Harry had already experienced much more awe aspiring things in his life. Unfortunately, the car came at a stop in front of his Aunt and Uncles house, forcing him to look up.

In the drivers seat, a teenager, around the same age as him was looking around unsure before gaining a slightly irritated look and whacking the wheel of his car. Harry hesitated, wondering whether or not to see if the driver needed help when that decision seemed to be made for him. The driver looked outside and, catching his eye, waved him over.

Well, Harry thought, it could be worse. It could be a death eater waving him over. Harry sighed before making his way over where the driver waited patiently.

"Hi, my names Sam Witwicky," Sam greeted with a small grin. "You wouldn't happen to know where Greenridge road is?" Harry blinked before eyeing what looked like a Gps. Sam gave a sheepish grin before seemingly glaring at his car. Okay, Harry thought. He had seen weirder things.

"Yeah, uh, my gps seems to be... malfunctioning. Keeps taking me to dead ends," Sam coughed embarrassingly. Harry shrugged slightly. He didn't know Gps's could malfunction like that, but then again, what did he know about the muggle world?

"It's actually just two streets downwards," Harry pointed in the direction they needed to go, inwardly thankful that this was one of the few street he actually knew.

"Thanks a lot," Sam gave a grin, this time of relief before he hit his car. "At least someone is willing to point me in the direction," For some reason Harry had the sense that this comment was aimed at someone else. "Whats your name?"

Harry hesitated for a second before mentally rolling his eyes. This was a muggle. Muggle! There was no way he would no his name.

"Harry Potter at your service," Harry said with a small wave which came to a halt when he heard his Aunt screech from the door. Harry cringed, and also saw with some amusement that Sam did the same.

"Boy!" Petunia screeched as she trampled forward towards him. Harry slowly turned to face his aunt. He was going to get a long lecture afterwards and may even have to dodge a few frying pans.

"Get in the house and start dinner!" Quickly Harry nodded before turning back to Sam who was looking on stunned. 'Sorry' Harry mouthed before hurrying up towards the house.

"Im so sorry you had to deal with that. He's my nephew, very disturbed," Harry could hear his Aunts voice saying about him. A sharp pang of sorrow went through him before he managed to stop it.

A few minutes later, his Aunt came in with an extremely angry look. Harry mentally prepared himself for his aunts voice which would probably be screaming at him for the next few hours.

Harry dimly stared at his ceiling as he lay cramped on his bed. There was no way he was going to sleep without the nightmares which haunted him day and night. Shifting his glance, he spotted a few unopened letters, no doubt from Ron and Hermione. Could they sense it, Harry wondered. That they were breaking apart? That every time Harry spoke to them, it was forced and uncertain?

Sighing, Harry could only dread the upcoming year at Hogwarts, wishing that he didn't have to go. Harry's thoughts paused. Why did he have to go back? It was only Dumbledore who wanted him to go back, not... his legal guardians. Did that mean he didn't actually have to go back?

Jumping up, Harry paced back and forth, a thrum of excitement forcing it's way through him. If his guardians said no, if Harry said no, was it possible that he wouldn't have to go back at all? For a second, Harry was full of excitement, but then reality struck. Voldemort was still after him. If he didn't go to Hogwarts, he'd likely die and not be able to protect himself.

Grimacing Harry kicked the wall in frustration before turning to look out his window. Why did he have to fight Voldemort? He was only 16 after all. Others always called him a kid, kept important information from him, yet in the end, they needed him to fight. This was not his war.

A small screech made him turn back to the window where a small colorful bird flew through and next to Hedwig. Trying not to think about the many times Sirius had used these sought to birds to deliver messages to him, Harry took the piece of paper and opened it.

Harry

As you know, Voldemorts forces are more deadly than ever with him back in power. Unfortunately, for this summer, you will need to stay at your Aunts and Uncles house until the first term of Hogwarts. Someone will buy your school supplies and they will be waiting for you when School starts.

I am sorry my dear boy, but this is how it has to be.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Harry breathed in slowly, anger slowly consuming him before kicking the wall again. Struggling against the urge to cry Harry scrunched up the letter before throwing it. What right did he have to keep him locked up with no freedom especially with what had happened the year before with the argument between them after Sirius's death. None!

What was the point of living when he had no control over anything!

Feeling the need for fresh air, Harry quietly opened his door and crept downstairs pausing momentarily when he could hear his Aunts and Uncles hushed voices.

"What do you think? Anything to do with..his lot?" His Aunt whispered. That got Harry's attention.

"Probably, what else could it be? A meteor slamming down for the sake of it? I guarantee you, it has something to do with that boy and tomorrow i'm going to beat it out of him," Vernon growled out, his voice taking on a twisted tone.

Heart beating fast and no will to get some fresh air anymore, Harry crept back to his bedroom and closed the door. A meteor had crashed? How had this happened without him noticing it? Well, his Uncle was wrong. This had absolutely nothing to do with him. Try telling that to Vernon though, Harry thought.

Harry despaired quietly. There was no winning, but Harry would be damned if he stayed at his Uncles place only to be beaten. Mind made up which Harry felt exceptionally good about, Harry began to gather all his important belongings. The marauders map, invisibility cloak and his birthday treats for snacks. While Harry knew he was not prepared, he didn't have nearly enough food with him, but the thought of pain motivated him to keep going.

Harry looked back at his owl before sighing.

"Hedwig, your going to have to stay with Hermione for a little while, okay?" Harry smiled sadly as the bird chirped. Unlocking the cage, Harry ran his hand soothingly over her.

"Be safe," Harry whispered before Hedwig launched herself into the air. Harry watched until she had disappeared completely.

Harry grabbed his wand before once again creeping down the stairs and making his way to the front door. Leaving the Dursley household on his own accord almost felt weird, Harry mused as he made his way onto the road and stared back at the house. Pondering for a second, Harry was about to leave when there was an off whistling sound in the air. Harry could only feel confusion before something fast zoomed past him towards the Dursley home.

A second later, the Dursley home exploded literally. From the force, Harry was flown backwards and painfully landed on his back. Pain exploded from his ears as the sound was much too loud and he was forced to stay in the same spot for fear of passing out. Eventually the screams of people brought him to his sensors and he dizzily looked up and stared uncomprehendingly.

The Dursley house... was basically gone, all up in flames. Families were out in the street screaming and running for their lives. Why? Harry dimly wondered. There was a huge sound behind him before another missile was let loose. It hit another house but this time Harry could see the people who were too close to the house scream as they flew back or as flames struck them.

Slowly Harry looked behind him and immediately wished he hadn't. There was a huge robot. A huge robot... with an evil looking face. Maybe if Harry had never looked, had just laid there and played dead, the robot would have never spotted him. As it was, Harry did, and at that moment the robot looked straight at him.

Slowly Harry stood up and there was a moment of staring at one another before Harry gave in to terror and ran. He didn't have to look behind him to know that the robot was after him. It probably wanted a game of cat and mouse. Harry only wished he was the cat.

Dodging past some debris, Harry could only think very slowly that there was a massive evil robot after him. He could hear the massive feet stamping after him and fear pumped throughout him making him want to scramble into a tiny ball and hope for the best. But he didn't because that would mean that he gave up.

It still didn't change the fact that there was a god damn massive robot after him though.

People were screaming for their lives, children hysterical. This was a living nightmare. Slowly, Harry came to a stop. This robot was after him. Maybe if he stopped, it would give the others time to get away...

Slowly, Harry turned around and took a few deep breath. He had been in worse positions than this before. He was going to get out of this alive. He was going to...

Oh, who was he kidding.

He was going to die.

The robot came to a stop as well before it growled and made a grab for him. Instinctively, Harry yelped fearfully and stumbled backwards. Harry moved his hand forward until he was touching his wand but before he could do anything, the robot with red eyes spun around just as something crashed right into him.

Scrambling, Harry only just managed to avoid being squished. Mesmerized, Harry stared as the two robots fought each other before hiding behind a tree. The one who had saved him was a silver looking robot with a bit of blue. Unfortunately the other robot seemed to be getting the upper hand in the fight. The other robot managed to strike Harry's savior in the face where it was knocked back.

"You shouldn't have interfered Bluestreak," The winning robot spat out as it brought out a massive sword out and swung it. The robot who's name was apparently Bluestreak didn't answer, too intent on dodging. The evil robot slammed another fist into Bluestreaks face where he then slammed into the ground with the other robots sword pointing down at his chest.

Harry stared at Bluestreak who stared at the evil robot face on even when it looked like he would die. Blame it on Harry's saving peoples thing, but Harry couldn't just allow that robot to die, not when he had the chance to save him.

The sword swung down and pierced Bluestreak in the shoulder. Bluestreak gave out a piercing whine but other wise kept quiet. Harry on the other hand couldn't. Blue stuff that must've been blood to the robot leaked out at a rapidly fast pace and Harry knew he couldn't linger on any longer. The next hit would be Bluestreaks last.

Harry pulled out his wand and came out from his hiding spot, heart beat speeding rapidly. Neither of the bots paid any attention to the small human which Harry was thankful for.

"Any last words?" The robot spat out. Bluestreak stayed silent. "Very well," The robot brought down his sword

"Protego!" Harry cried out, his wand pointing towards them. Instantly the robots sword hit what looked like a blue forcefield. Both the robots froze, shocked and confused before looking over at Harry.

"Incendio," Harry shakily said. The spell hit the robot in the shoulder. There was a second of silence between them all...then the robot's arm was on fire. Harry looked on horrified as it screamed but Bluestreak grabbed his sword and pierced the robot through the middle where it tried to spit words out before falling down dead.

There was only silence left in the wake of the destruction which left Bluestreak and Harry in the middle of it. Both of them looked at each other.

"Wow! I didn't know you could do that. Can all humans do that? Because that would be awesome," Bluestreak said rapidly fast. Harry swallowed, not knowing how to react before slowly shaking his head.

"No, not many humans can." Harry spoke almost automatically. He was speaking with a giant robot... now this was a pretty odd situation even for him. "What.. are you?"

"We are called the autobots and we come from the planet Cybertron. I'm searching for my friends on this planet. You wouldn't happen to know where they are would you? Cause that would be really useful cause im kinda lost and kinda injured and kinda lonely as well," Bluestreak rambled. "But now your here so I don't have to be lonely anymore,"

Harry frowned, trying to take in all Bluestreak said but only really remembered the first part.

"So... your an alien?" Harry slowly stated. Bluestreak happily nodded before bending down to his level.

"Yup, i've only been on this planet for.. roughly a week so ive got so much to learn," Bluestreak said enthusiastically. Harry slowly nodded before reality caught up with him. Looking all around and seeing people lying down dead, blood all over them made Harry's stomach lurch.

"Oh merlin," Harry muttered in horror. The Dursleys were now dead, Harry thought in shock. His only relatives even if they did hate him were now gone. Numbness swept over him like a tide. They were dead and even so, he could only feel a tiny bit of sadness swell up inside him. In a slightly sadistic way, it did give him a small amount of pleasure that Dumbledore's plans for him were ruined.

Harry blinked but the sudden sounds of sirens made him alert and aware that he and Bluestreak were standing in the middle of destruction.

"One thing you should know about us is that when you hear those sirens, it's probably time we left this spot," Harry numbly said. Bluestreak, who had tilted his head in fascination quickly agreed and before Harry's eyes, he started to reassemble himself into a silver car.

"Woah," Harry breathed out. There was a moment silence.

"What are you waiting for? Hop in!" Bluestreak's voice came from the interior of the car. Harry swallowed feeling as though if he chose to go with Bluestreak, there would be no going back, but right now Harry needed a distraction, someone who didn't know who he was and someone who Harry knew didn't want to kill him. So what did Harry do?

He opened Bluestreak's door and hopped in.

Bluestreak zoomed off, speeding away from the destruction.

"Who are you?" Harry breathed out.

"My designation is Bluestreak," Bluestreak's voice came out of the car. Harry nodded.

"..And why are you here?" Bluestreak was silent for a second, contemplating

"Because war took away our planet. A message was sent to all autobots in space from Optimus Prime, our leader, stating that Megatron, the decepticon leader is dead and that we may have a chance to take refuge on this planet while protecting it from other threats," Bluestreak's solemn voice suddenly gave way to a sheepish laugh.

"I kinda went off course though and damaged my comm links so I can't contact my friends to tell them that I'm here... and I don't know where their base is.." Bluestreak quickly said. Harry stayed quiet, pondering over Bluestreak's words.

"And you?" Bluestreak asked enthusiastically, immediately speaking up again. "What was it that you did? I've never seen anything like it! That was amazing," Harry hesitated.

"That.. was magic," Harry spoke, almost reluctantly.

"Wow, so that's what magic is! Does this mean you can also pull a rabbit out of a hat? Or do other awesome things! You have to show me!" Bluestreak rambled. Harry's lips tilted into a smile as he took in the autobots words. In a way, Bluestreak reminded him of Colin, the boy in the year below him at Hogwarts, but Bluestreak didn't annoy him with his constant chatter. His chatter was almost soothing and it was much more passionate than Colins. Then his words caught up with him.

"Wha.. no, where did you hear about the rabbit in the hat thing?" How on earth would Bluestreak have heard of that magic trick?

"The internet, off course!" Bluestreak said pleased.

"The internet? But how.." Harry trailed off, not wanting to state the obvious. How would an autobot be able to use the internet. Even if could supposedly use a computer, he couldn't exactly just rock up to the library and ask to use their computers. Then Harry understood.

"Oh, you have kinda like a built in computer, don't you? That's handy," Harry confirmed.

"Yep, its quite useful. That's how I've been getting around on earth and escaping some situations," There was a long pause. "I don't suppose you know where my friends are?" Bluestreak's voice was so hopeful, Harry felt bad he had to say no.

"I'm sorry, Bluestreak," Harry said. "Don't you have any way of finding them?" Distracted, Harry looked intently upon a little blue liquid which was seeping into the car.

"Not unless I get my Comm link fixed.. or if I send out a signal, but that will give a sign to all bots, autobots and decepticon's showing where I am so that would probably be bad and I don't really want to do that unless I have to," Bluestreak said. Harry distractedly nodded as he looked intently at the blue liquid.

Realization struck him.

"Bluestreak! Your hurt!" Harry felt a rush of horror sift up inside him.

"It's not that bad, in fact I can barely feel it. You know, there was this time where my leg and my arm had almost been totally ripped of and had then fallen off a cliff. That time I very nearly went offline! When I onlined, Ratchet nearly had my head!" Bluestreak spoke. Harry paused, having a vague thought that Bluestreak meant to make him not worry, but his words only made him feel sick.

Frowning Harry leaned forward and studied that liquid before feeling slightly sick as he remembered what he was looking at. Touching the blue liquid, Harry rubbed it between his fingers, studying it.

His fingers tingled but he ignored it as he rubbed it with a peculiar look on his face.

"..And there was this other time when I drank some Energon but it was poisoned, now that was painful. I thought that was gunna be the last of me, but Prowl found me and Ratchet came barreling down and managed to save me... off course afterwards he shouted at me for what felt like ages, but that's just how he shows that he cares, you know?" Bluestreak opened his mouth to say some more.

"Then where are we going? How on earth are you going to find them? It's not going to help if you just drive around randomly. Those evil robots are just as likely to find us as the autobots are," Harry interrupted.

"Well I think the autobots know that there's an unknown bot in the area, so they're are probably searching for me.. off course, I look a little different since I had to take the form of another car.. so hopefully they can recognize me and that I can recognize them... and I wont even be able to answer them if they try to talk through my comm link since.. its not working," Bluestreak gave something that resembled a sigh.

"If the autobots know, that means the decepticons know as well, don't they?" Harry understood the seriousness of their situation. It was only luck of the draw before a bot found them, and they could only hope that they were on their side and not the decepticons. And even if the autobots found them first, they may not even be able to recognize Bluestreak with his different form and his comm link wasn't working. There was an unfortunate possibility that the autobots would think they were decepticon's and attack them too.

And while Bluestreak was adamant that the wound was minor, Harry had a feeling that it wasn't. That made their situation so much worse, and Harry was sure, even if Bluestreak wasn't admitting it, that he knew it too.

Well, that's the first chapter.

Thanks for reading :)