Optimus Prime was in robot mode walking around the former Sector Seven base. After the defeat of Megatron, and regrettably the death of his first Lieutenant, he had been feeling older than ever. With the All Spark destroyed the Autobots had no way of rebuilding there home. He had spoken to Sam Whitwicky about the All Spark and had listened as Sam had basically said how he could never forgive himself for what he had done. Sure it had been the right thing, but he didn't know that it would be causing the extinction of the Transformer race. Bumblebee was also there for Sam, but even he couldn't stop Sam from falling into a deep depression. Even Sam's girlfriend Mikaela couldn't get him out of it. The only one who could seemed to be the Autobot leader, and so it was that Optimus found himself in the room where the All Spark had been kept, looking for Sam.
"Samuel?" he called softly, "Are you in this location?"
"Yes Optimus," came the rather deadpanned reply.
"I have noticed you coming here for the last few solar cycles. I'm concerned about your well being. Everyone is." Optimus said gently. "Why is it that you seem to favor this room when you are here?"
"Well, its kinda like I can still feel something here... like the All Spark's presence is still in this room... like even though its gone physically, it's still here somehow. Y'now? Its almost like I can just reach out and touch it but I know that I can never do that again." Sam explained his voice cracking on the last word.
"I understand." said Optimus looking at Sam with concern all over his faceplate. "You still feel the presence of the All Spark, and you want to apologize to it for getting it destroyed. I still feel it in this room as well. But it isn't the All Spark you have to apologize to. The one who created it."
"The All Spark was created by someone?" Sam asked confused.
"Yes Sam. It was created, legend has it, by Primus himself." Optimus said.
"Who's Primus?" asked Sam.
"Primus is our equivalent to your God." Optimus explained, "He transforms into a planet, our home world of Cybertron. He is the bringer of peace, the one who wants everyone to get along and be happy with one another. There is another transformer who is his exact opposite. His name is Unicron. Unicron is the harbinger of Chaos and destruction, similar to your Satan. He only cares for the destruction of the transformer race, and he is also the only other transformer to transform into a planet. He was destroyed a few vorns ago, so you won't have to worry about him."
"What became of Primus?" asked Sam, "Is he still around?"
"Yes Sam, but he is in a permanent stasis lock. Remember how I said he transformed into the planet Cybertron?" Optimus asked.
"Yeah." Sam said. "How'd he get in a stasis lock permanently?"
"Well that was our fault." Optimus said sadly. "We used up to much of the planet s resources in our war. Megatron killed all who opposed him, and with the All Spark lost to the stars, Primus had no way of remaining online in the physical realm. His spirit still was able to guide us through those who were sensitive to him. I trust you saw what Bumblebee did with the All Spark when he made it easier for you to carry it?"
"He kinda sang to it or something..." Sam said trying to remember the exact scene. And it just got smaller."
"Yes." Optimus said, "The singing you saw was Bumblebee communicating with the All Spark, telling it what to do so as to not fall in the hands of the Decepticons. He told me how he explained to it how you'd protect it as best you could, and how it received the news of my plan to sacrifice myself. To put it simply it didn't like that. The All Spark and Primus therefore decided that if it got close to Megatron, it would sacrifice him instead, thus ending the war."
"But that was my decision, wasn't it?" Sam asked confused.
"Yes it was your decision, but Primus took it and ran with it." Optimus said. "He knew what would happen, and he had something else planned for the All Spark's next physical form. He didn't tell Bumblebee the specifics, other than to expect the musicians return with one who needs to learn in which world he stands, Mech or Human."
"Ok, what Does that all mean?" asked Sam. "Sounds like a prophecy or something."
"That's what we're still trying to figure out." Optimus said "We know the musician is Jazz, but the one who needs to learn could be anyone."
XX Meanwhile at Hogwarts... XX
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who also had many other titles that were rather unnecessary at this point, looked down at a letter he had just received. From what he could tell, Harry Potter was no longer living at the dursleys. Dumbledore didn't know where Harry was, and that disturbed him. His first concern wasn't on Harry Potter's well being, however, but on his plan, which had now gone awry. Dumbledore new about the abuse at the Dursleys. In fact, he encouraged it, but not to the point where Harry would have been killed, of course. He was supposed to rescue Harry from the Dursleys, be his savior so Harry would be loyal to him. He was, after all, the greatest wizard of the age. Dumbledore put his head in his hands, the picture of utter despair. Harry Potter, the one prophesized to defeat Voldemort, was missing. Dumbledore only hoped that Harry Potter would be arriving at Hogwarts so he could give him his first test. After all, Dumbledore new that Voldemort was no doubt going to be on the move soon. The sooner Harry faced Voldemort in battle, the better off everyone would be, for Dumbledore would rescue Harry before he was killed. Perhaps there was some hope for his plan to survive after all. Perhaps all was not lost.
XX On the road XX
"So Harry, now that you're outta that place, what do ya say we get ya in ta a hotel?" Jazz asked.
Harry sat in the passenger seat of the car, still scared and uncertain. Jazz had protected him, though, had taken him from the Dursleys. Perhaps Jazz could continue to help him. Being a child, Harry only thought of the moment, not much about the future.
Meanwhile, Jazz knew there would be many concerns, first of which would be getting Harry in to a hotel, or at least, some type of temporary housing. Secondly, he would have to keep Harry off the radar, ensure no one would realize he was missing. That would take some computer access, and for that, he would have to get in contact with his friends. He knew, however, that many of his friends believed him to be dead. That would make contact difficult, but not entirely impossible.
"Hotel... To stay somewhere?" Harry asked timidly.
"Yep, ya got it, Harry. I'm gonna make sure you're well treated. After what the Dursleys did ta ya, ya deserve that." Jazz said with conviction in his tone, hiding the worries he had from Harry.
"Really?" Harry asked, hope lighting his face and eyes.
XX At Hogwarts XX
"Enter." Albus' old voice said.
A man Albus knew well entered the room, a man who had long since retired from the Aurer force. Alastor Moody took a stance in front of Dumbledore's desk, as Dumbledore had asked for his services several hours earlier.
"We found him. He's with some guy at a hotel. He knew we were there." Moody said.
For a long moment, Dumbledore thought, then looked up, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Next time, take him. Bring him here, use force only if you have too, and try not to draw attention to yourselves." Dumbledore said.
When Moody left, Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling madly. Soon, he would have Mr. Harry Potter. Soon, Harry would be under his control, under his manipulation, and he wouldn't even notice.
AN: Next chapter, Jazz contacts the other Autobots and gets assistance. Harry Potter gets kidnapped, and is brought in to Dumbledore's clutches.