CHAPTER ONE

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Harry Potter was a weird child.

Ever since he came into the care of his relatives on November 1st, he had always been doing… weird things, at least according to his Aunt and Uncle that is. Petunia and Vernon Dursley were very content to let bygones be bygones. At his Aunt's current age she was mature enough to understand that how she acted towards her sister was childish and wrong.

She loved her sister, and mourned her death for weeks after she found out even. When she found her nephew on her doorstep—her door step of all places like he's just a bottle of milk the milkman left!—she immediately set him down in her darling Dudley's crib with his cousin. But the baby had woken up, as if spooked at something and just stared at her with eerie golden eyes that seemed to see more then she would ever hope.

But it was okay this was her nephew. She would make sure to treat him right. She made Vernon buy another crib to assemble in Dudley's room, another high chair, and other essentials, no matter how much her husband protested about it. This was a child not an animal they could just let sleep anywhere.

The child was certainly… different though. He didn't really experience many incidents of accidental magic, the only significant one being turning one of his toys (a play cash register that made sounds) into… a robot. A real life honest to god robot that he liked to talk to in a way that the robot obviously understood but she didn't.

He told her his name for PayPay, Pay2 for short. She… tolerated it.

Harry was very quiet too, not speaking unless spoken to or to Pay2. He was also incredibly smart. He was speaking in full comprehendible sentences at 2 years old. And had perfect memory recall and would ask questions on how things worked.

Petunia loved her nephew, he was the only thing left of her sister. But he was too much to handle some times.

So when her nephew came up to her one day at three years old, telling her that he didn't belong here and was needed somewhere else, she didn't debate it. He had given her a smile with an all knowing look on his face, shifting around in his heavy winter coat.

"Thank you Petunia Rose Dursley for all you have done for me." He had then turned to Pay2, chirped something in that odd language of his and then with a crack like a whip he was gone, leaving Petunia to sigh.

She had when Vernon came home spun a story of how Harry sneaked out of the house, and was now lost. They had submitted a missing persons report, but she knew deep down that she will not see her Nephew for a long time. She only hoped she was doing the right thing.

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"Are you sure you are doing the right thing, creator?" PayPay, the fisher price cash register bot, questioned as he shivered at the cold that seeped through his plastic armor (he really wanted an upgrade to his plating plastic was so… embarrassing.)

"Hush, Pay2. This is needed. I have sensed… one of our brethren here. It would be best to stay in Cybertronian hands anyway." Harry sighed, opening his coat a little to allow his Childe to wrap his servos around him to gain his body heat. Pay2 was a surprise when he was created. To Harry he hadn't planned on creating any new pure children here on Earth. So when he was 2 and had accidently let some his powers flow through the toy, more plastic then machine the little bot was created. Harry despaired though. Pay2 had a large spark yes, but not enough metal to encase it. He was so so fragile and Harry constantly worried for this new pure child's spark.

He needed to find a Cybertronian to fix Pay2 a real armor. He didn't want his child to die. He wouldn't be able to stand it.

It was partial for that reason that he had left the safety of his human relative's home.

Harry was Primus, and Primus was Harry. They were one and the same, and yet not. Harry could, through Primus sense the spark of a Bot somewhere south, near the poles of this planet, slumbering. And so he put himself in the heaviest toddler winter suit he owned and informed his aunt that he was leaving, he owed that to her at the very least.

Apparating was different. He couldn't remotely remember his parents doing it a couple times before they were forced to go into hiding. It was alike to the warping technology some Seeker's were created with, and Primus as the First had every programing that ever was and ever will be in his head. He just needed to translate that Warp coding into something remotely human, or rather Wizard-like.

Harry sighed, moving his body a little to generate some heat for himself. Looking out at the ice shelves, his golden eyes looked upwards to avoid a little of the glare of the sun reflecting on the ice crystals of the ice and snow.

Just what was he thinking? In this body he was all but three years old. He was a sparkling, one who would, if he was born Cybertronian, still be inside his Creators carrier hold, hidden away until he got his second frames and was more guarded.

But still, he needed to do this; he needed to save the others.

And so, Harry trudged on, his young sparkling and childe snoozing under his jacket. He had passed by many different animals, ones he had never even seen before and it took all his concentration to not give in to human childish needs, he knew these animals were also dangerous. Though more times than not some bird animals came up to him curiously, he believed them to be called penguins.

Harry sighed as the sun started to set. He knew he needed to find what he was looking for faster, as the temperature would only drop lower as the sun set and night started to sink in.

"Are we there yet, creator?" Pay2's voice called out slightly muffled from the barrier of his jacket.

"No, my child, I have not found them yet…" Harry was starting to think this was a bust, after all even if he did wake the Cybertronian up there was no guarantee that the other would take him in or have a way to get them out of here.

Just what was I thinking indeed; Harry couldn't help but morosely think to himself, before taking another step forward and stopping dead in his tracks.

"I… do you feel that Pay2?" He breathlessly let out and the small transformer poked his head out a little.

"Kind of…"

"He's close!" Harry suddenly cheered as he smiled brightly running on stubby child legs as he reached a blocked on ice that was reflecting different colors to what would normally be found reflecting from the ice. Harry was very thankful no one had found him before he had.

Placing a hand on the ice, Harry willed some of his 'Magic' to seep through the ice and dissolve it. Harry watched in ever growing fascination as the heat radiating from his hands was filled with thousands upon thousands of tiny little codes, some he recognized as the code to create the plasma shots from plasma cannons.

As the ice melted he watched as the older Transformer came into view and to Harry he was one of the most beautiful he could remember seeing.

Skyfire… a Seeker… and a scientist. Perhaps I did choose right. I can only hope though that he is up for transforming into his alt-mode and taking me in… Harry mused as looked up at the others dim optics. Once the ice was gone, he placed a hand on the others pede infusing some of his essence into it to help reboot the other up.

He smiled as the others servos open and close and started to move around a bit. And then, the others helm lifted up and his optics booted up a bright blue color.

Harry Potter smiled.

AN: here is the first chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. This is also crossposted on my AO3 account as well. I might try to update every week though I might get busy some times.

PayPay is the first of a couple OC!Transformers. Though he may act maturish make no mistake he is just a baby sparkling. He will be getting a metal armor soon though and hopefully transform into an ACTUAL cash register *snicker*