Okay, this idea really wouldn't leave my head. I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you all enjoy reading it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Transformers.

Defining Deviation - Prologue

It has been twenty years since the Battle for Hogwarts had ended.

Voldemort was long gone, along with the remnants of his Death Eaters that had avoided capture.

Everyone who had sided against Voldemort in the war was relatively happy. There had been losses, of course; but those close to the ones who had lost their lives had already mourned and gotten on with their lives.

Now, I'm, sure you're asking, what happened to the hero of the battle? Has Harry Potter married the love of his life Ginny Weasley, and had kids who are now attending Hogwarts?

The answer would have to be no.

First of all, Harry Potter doesn't exist. I know, I know. Having a story like this without Harry effin' Potter? What was I thinking?

Well too bad for you. Harry Potter doesn't exist in this story. Because instead of the absurdly skinny, messy-haired, green-eyed boy, there is the absurdly skinny, messy-haired, green-eyed girl.

Yeah. Girl. Don't diss the gender-bending.

Besides a few minor changes in her life, this female version of Harry lived a life surprisingly similar to that of her male counterpart. The changes, of course, being that instead of the ridiculously brave, yet slightly moody boy who jumped to conclusions and had a 'saving-people' thing; there was a cunning, opportunistic, slightly spiteful little girl who had learned the art of passive-aggressiveness with the Dursleys, and actually decided to learn all she could about the brand-new world she had been thrust into.

Therefore, it was no surprise, to her at least, that she was Sorted into the House of Slytherin. (It actually nearly gave the a certain Headmaster a heart attack. Snape just spit out his pumpkin juice.)

I know what you're thinking now. How could she have led a life anywhere near similar to the Gryffindor Golden Boy, when she was a nasty, slimy Slytherin?

Well, the results were the same at least. Mostly.

She did kill Voldemort; but then, that was because he kept gunning for her, and she really wanted to continue her research on combining magic with muggle technology and machinery.

Anyway, her school years were surprisingly well spent. Without making friends with Hermione and Ron (which she probably wouldn't have done anyway because of her differences from canon!Harry.) she wasn't bogged down by the lazy, petty and jealous redhead, or nagged and picked at by a bushy-haired bookworm who hero-worshipped authority figures as minor-deities.

Instead, she kept mostly to herself, becoming known as the Girl-Who-Lived-To-Be-Weird amongst her peers. She always had her nose in a seemingly obscure book, that probably have a treasure trove of obscure knowledge that was surprisingly applicable to real life. She took Ancient Runes and Arithmancy instead of Divination and Care of Magical Creatures.

She also got the highest scores in all of the classes she was taking, much to the chagrin of Miss Granger, whose only solace was that she had many more classes in which she could dominate.

By the year the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, otherwise known as NEWTs, came around, she had a small Ipod that actually worked in the magic-saturated atmosphere of Hogwarts.

She gleefully kept the secret of its mechanics from many eager muggleborn students who had, before her discovery, snubbed her.

There were similarities of course. Snape still hated her. She still played Quidditch like a natural, much to the chagrin of Malfoy. Oh, and Dumbledore still offered everyone Lemon Drops, but that didn't really involve her that much because she made it a point to avoid odd, old men who offered small children candy.

Okay, okay; moving onward. You'll notice if you look up a few paragraphs, that I said that her being a girl was only the first reason as to why she couldn't settle down to have a nice, normal life.

Well, beside the fact that she wasn't exactly qualified to be normal herself.

The second reason would have to be the fact that she hadn't aged a day since the Battle for Hogwarts; as in, twenty years. Sure, wizards aged a bit slower than normal people, but twenty years was weird for even them. She still looked not a day older than twenty-five, the age which she had turned the day of the Battle.

Apparently, being the Master… no female, remember?… eh Mistress? No that sounds kind of… suggestive… Overlord…? Eh, I'll just stick with Master.

Anyway, apparently being the Master of all three of the Deathly Hallows had a few side-effects. When the all came together, they merged with their holder, making them permanently a part of one another. Of course there would be side-effects!

Like, immortality, perhaps.

Well, at least she has plenty of time to experiment and improve on her life's work, right?

Plus, from the Elder Wand, she acquired the ability to use wandless magic, or what was classified as such by the rest of the Wizarding Community.

She was actually pretty happy about that one. (Look Ma', no hands!)

The weirdest thing though, was the fact that her magic… changed, for lack of a better word. It morphed into an electric-purple amorphous blob that sizzled just beneath her skin.

It gave her a warm, tingly feeling. Literally. Oh, and it also had the tiny side-effect of an increase in static shocks to people. (On the rare occurrence that she actually touched someone.)

Currently, she is living a happily reclusive (or happy because it's reclusive) lifestyle in a house she had built from scratch to suit her tastes. She only comes out from her happy little world of innovation and high-speed computers, for her job in the Department of Mysteries as a consultant.

By the way, her name is Sage Alexandria Potter.

So Sayeth The Narrator.

Defining Deviation - Chapter One

Inside the Ministry of Magic, an old, old woman hunched over in the elevator. A few people gave her a second glance, before abruptly looking away as they saw her clothes; the robes of an Unspeakable. She waited with the patience that comes with old age as people scurried in and out, before the contraption finally descended toward her destination.

The elevator dinged and a cool female voice articulated, "Level Nine, Courtrooms and the Department of Mysteries."

The old woman hobbled out of the small metal box and walked down the completely empty hallway toward the plain black door at the end. Opening the door, she stepped through, only to change as the door shut behind her.

Her wrinkly old appearance melted away like water, revealing a healthy young woman. Instead of gray and white hair, she now had a messy mop of black covering her head and the back of her neck. Her eyes changed from a watery grey to a brilliant green. Her spine also straightened, and her clothes changed from the robes of an Unspeakable, to a more comfortable amalgam of muggle clothes and a wizard's outer robe.

Tilting her head to the side and cracking her neck, a shudder went down Sage's spine as the transformation completed.

She stepped into the middle of the circular room and waited for the doors to stop rotating at high speeds. Sage occupied herself with humming, and looking at the highly polished floor, so that she wouldn't get blinded by the line the firey blue candles made as they spun.

There was a 'chuh-chink' sound as the doors stopped rotating, and she purposefully made her way to the door on her left. She had been there so many times before that it wasn't that hard to tell the difference between the doors even after they played 'which is which'.

Opening the door, she walked through. As it shut, she heard the tell-tale grinding as the doors started to rotate once again.

Happily inhaling, the stale, cool air of the room she just entered, Sage started to descend the stone steps that led toward the dais in the middle of the room, still humming a nameless tune that echoed eerily in the stillness of the room.

Her necklace jangled slightly as her steps jostled it; a slim, pale hand reached up to grasp the warm metal triangle containing a circle and bisected vertically by a line. The symbol of the Deathly Hallows was remarkably simple considering what it represented; or maybe it was fitting, in an ironic sort of way.

She was not interested in that right now, however. What she was currently focusing on was the ancient stone archway that stood on the platform she was walking toward.

The Death Room was oddly fascinating to one such as her. She had seen death, even experienced it; but now, she could never die. And she always felt something… more in the atmosphere of the room. Hence the reason for her unauthorized visit to the Department of Mysteries.

Sage nimbly climbed up onto the raised stone of the dais and started to examine the Veil, for that is what the archway was in case you hadn't guessed. She slipped on some black, rectangular reading glasses with a few enchantments on them.

The things she had specifically come to study that day, were the glyphs that covered the archway of the Veil.

She had caught a glimpse of them in the few times that she'd been in the Death Room, but she had never had the chance to actually study them.

'Until today.' she thought with a slight smile as she continued to hum.

All the times Sage had previously visited the Department of Mysteries, she had mentally catalogued every security feature and every bit of the layout. Now she had used that knowledge to sneak in. She always had to be prepared, she couldn't imagine just bursting in without any sort of direction as to where she should go. (A/N: Ahaha..haha….)

Sage carefully circled the ancient magical structure, carefully examining the foreign symbols scattered all over it. She cautiously reached out to trace one of the symbols, and abruptly pulled back her hand as a small bolt of purple energy jumped from her hand toward the Veil.

She stared warily at the magical structure through her enchanted eyewear, and, looking through the enchanted glasses, she saw the glyphs on the stonework started to glow slightly, while the tattered black material of the Veil waved gently. The colors of the symbols started blue, then flowed into purple, before changing into red and then going back to blue again in an endless cycle.

She watched with excitement and a bit of trepidation as the Veil started to hum itself, almost like a… like a machine starting up.

Her eyes got almost embarrassingly wide, though I think we can excuse her under the circumstances, as the Veil started to shake… and then change. A rumbling sound echoed through the room, along with the distinct clanging of some kind of metal grinding against metal.

Had she been any other person, she would have panicked, but as it was, her sense of self-preservation won out over human stupidity, and she just jumped backwards off of the dais to hide behind one of the stone benches in case something decided to explode.

When the rumbling and grinding sounds ceased, and there was no catastrophic 'BOOM', she peeked over the edge of her makeshift shield, and saw that the air around where the Veil (had previously?) stood was covered in dust, presumably from the crumbling stone.

She could have blown the dust away with a cleaning charm or two, but she had no idea how her magic would act with what had just happened; plus it would have the unfortunate side-effect of triggering the magic detection wards that were all over the place. Her energy was surging and jumping beneath her skin, like it was excited about something.

Usually she listened to her magic and instincts, but right now, they were warring with each other, one telling her to get close to a potentially unstable magical structure (and that was if it was even still standing) while the other told her to run like a bat outta' hell.

Eventually, her brain sided with magic in the battle and helped duke it out against instincts for the sake of her inventor's curiosity.

So, Sage hunkered down to wait behind her bench until the dust had settled.

After a few minutes, she peeked over the edge of her bench again, only to have her eyes widen drastically. Now, instead of a ancient stone archway with a tattered black curtain hanging from it, there was a presumably just as ancient archway that looked… mechanical. Instead of stone, it was made out of shiny, silver metal, with pipes such as the ones in automobiles and cables of wire. The whole thing was glowing in the same manner as the glyphs that were previously there, and instead of the curtain, the archway was occupied by data streams, like what you'd see on a computer system's check.

Almost without conscious thought, Sage made her way to the dais on which this new marvel lay, clambering agilely over the remnants of the shattered stone. She could feel her magic churning excitedly, like a little puppy whose master just came back home. Even in this haze of wonder, she still had enough sense to not touch it again, thankfully.

'What just happened?' Sage thought with wonder. 'My magic surged, and when it made contact with the Veil… it changed.'

Her hands itched to take out some tools that she always had with her, but she refrained, as she had no idea what tinkering would do. Her fingers twitched lightly, and she was wondering what more she could do as she looked over the new-and-improved Veil, when a symbol made at the very zenith of the arch caught her attention.

It was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

Her hand unconsciously made its way up to her necklace as she stared at the deceptively innocent-looking glyph.

'Of course.' she thought almost sarcastically. 'It always has something to do with the Deathly Hallows; well, either that, or my prestigiously hyphenated title.'

She was interrupted from her studying of the Veil by a shout that echoed around the Death Room. Her head whipped around to the door, and she saw, much to her irritation, two Unspeakables and a whole contingency squad of Aurors.

"Hey!" presumably the leader of the Auror squad shouted. "What in the blazes do you think you're doing! That's Ministry property! You don't even have permission to be down here!"

'Darn. The Veil changing must have released some magic and triggered some of the detection wards. At least they didn't recognize me.' Sage mentally swore as she edged around the dais to put the Veil in between her and the people who now probably wanted to throw her in prison, or do worse.

But now was not the time for cursing; at least of that variety. She could hear them all clattering down the stairs and yelling at her to come out.

Angry at them for interrupting her monumental discovery, she was about to fling a dozen or so hexes, when the data streams occupying the archway suddenly ceased under the watchful gaze of her enchanted glasses. Even as she stared at the empty space, the lights on the archway all converged to one point, forming the imprint of a hand, with the familiar bisected-circle-in-a-triangle symbol appeared in the middle.

Her hand instinctively reached out to paste her palm to the handprint, her hand drawn to the mark like a magnet, but she halted it an inch or two before it could. 'Should I really do this? Something bad could happen.'

Then she remembered the Aurors that were getting closer every second, and the fact that she had no friends. Oh, and she was immortal as far as she knew.

She pressed her hand to the imprint.

Immediately there was a great noise of humming machinery, and in the center of the archway, a ball of electric blue energy started to gather. It drew itself up into a tiny ball, no bigger than her thumbnail, before rushing outwards in an explosion of discharged energy.

When the blinding light cleared, the Unspeakables who had stayed at the top of the room were horrified to see a crumbled dais, holding nothing but the melted remains of the Veil, and surrounded by black scorch marks and the remains of the Aurors who were caught in the blast of energy.

The person who had broken in was gone.

Sage stared around the place she was in with curiosity and calculation. She was floating in an endless black place that reminded her of outer-space . There were gaseous balls of flame that made burning white, yellow, red and blue stars. What she couldn't figure out, however was why she was not dying of either hypothermia or lack of oxygen.

"Sage Alexandria Potter." said a voice in what was simultaneously a rumbling bass, a smooth tenor, and a brilliant alto. She could hear it echoing around her even as she somehow spun in the direction she thought it had originated from (despite her current floating).

In front of her was a glowing form that was made up of some blue energy, tiny particles which twisted and whirled, somehow keeping a semi-cohesive form.

"Who's asking?" Sage was proud to say that there was none of the uncertainty that she currently felt in her voice. Her magic was reacting strangely, purring eagerly under her skin, like it felt connected to the thing in front of her.

"We are the All Spark." stated the voices together. "We are a giver of life and energy, and the Creator of a race of autonomous robotic life forms called the Cybertronians." it briefly morphed into a vaguely humanoid form, but Sage could see differences.

'Living robots?' Sage thought incredulously. But she couldn't deny her instincts and magic, and they were telling her to listen to the All Spark.

"What exactly do you have to do with me?" she asked warily after she forcibly calmed herself.

The All Spark glowed slightly, the contrast between it and the inky blackness of space becoming even greater. "You are the holder of three pieces of Cybertronian technology that, when combined with another, allow for travel between two dimensions."

Sage's brain whizzed, creating theories and throwing them away, before coming up with new ones at high speeds.

"Dimension travel…?" she muttered to herself. "Was the Veil a portal between dimensions…?" She shook her head slightly and asked another question. "How did the technology come to be in my dimension?"

"We are capable of great feats and have nearly endless power." it wasn't a boast, just a simple statement of fact. "One of Our children became over-zealous in his pursuit of power and tried to experiment with Us to create an inter-dimensional gateway. The device he made and imbued with some of Our power created a wormhole and destroyed him while transporting the device to your dimension." There was a pause in the All Spark's speech as Sage absorbed the information.

"The device split into three parts upon it landing in your world." the All Spark's three-tone voice echoed eerily around the cosmos. As it narrated, the particle matched its words and split into three separate forms that whorled and spun as well.

"The Deathly Hallows…" Sage murmured with wide eyes.

The whirling energy continued with It's tale. "Because the device was imbued with Our power, the separate pieces were semi-sentient and could change their appearances as well as decide whether the beings that wielded them were worthy of their power. The device chose you as worthy to wield it, and because you were the first to gather three together, it merged with you." The three blobs it had separated into earlier became one mass again.

Sage's mouth dropped open slightly. That must be why her magic changed. It was absorbing whatever of the All Spark's energy was in the Hallows. That the All Spark was a source of life also explained her not aging. But why did they think she was worthy of it?

"However, the pieces had lost much of their power over the years, and did not have enough energy to transport you back to its original dimension. When you came in contact with a mechanism that was similar in function, the device that you absorbed changed it so that it would become compatible with its own technology." The All Spark continued, it's particle briefly forming into an imitation of the Veil's archway before morphing again.

Sage let it all sink in. "So this is the dimension the device came from originally?" she asked cautiously.

"No." the All Spark intoned bluntly. "This place is In Between. The device could not store enough power to make it back to its original dimension."

Sage furrowed her brow slightly. "So what is going to happen to me?" she asked the question on her mind. Thoughts of eternity spent in an endless black space threatened to cloud her mind, but she pushed them away as best as possible.

"We have gone through your life and have decided that you have earned a place in Our dimension." the All Spark said matter-of-factly. "You are not a seeker of fame or power and will use the power you have with wisdom. You will have deserved your place in the world whichever side you pick in the upcoming war."

Sage didn't know whether to feel violated that her entire life had been probed, or flattered that the creator of some advanced species thought she was worthy of some of its power and a place in its dimension.

"We shall also grant you a few more abilities for you to find the limits of." The All Spark stated.

It was at that point in time that Sage lost consciousness.

A/N: You know what? When I was looking for flower names, you know, to keep up the trend of Lily and Petunia (which, by the way, means 'resentment' and 'anger') Well, I found some pretty interesting plants with interesting meanings.

But anyway, Sage means 'wisdom' and, ironically enough, 'long life'.

Plus, did you know that there is a flower called the 'Bumblebee Orchid', which means 'Industry'?

And a plant named 'Allspice' means 'Compassion' which fits the Modus operandi of Optimus

Anyway, thanks for reading this. Please review and tell me your opinion on it! ^-^