Harry Potter and the All Spark

Warnings: Will have slash and both Dursley and light bashing.

Summary: During the summer after fourth year, Harry feels unwanted for nobody answering his letters and scared because Voldemort's back… and because he is about to be raped.

Disclaimer: Hi! I'm Kuro (the beta) and I just wanted to say that neither Mary nor I own Harry Potter or Transformers.

Harry Potter and the Allspark

Chapter 1 ~ His Young Life

Within the smallest bedroom of #4 Privet Drive, a small young boy who appeared to be eleven, maybe twelve, years old laid upon a small bed. He had messy black hair, pale skin, emerald green eyes hidden behind bottle glasses, and overly large clothes that consumed his thin frame. One look at his shivering and shaking form would tug at your heart, willing you to protect and hide the little boy from harm's way.

Only Lord knows he needs protecting especially now that he's back at his aunt's home from boarding school. The young boy's name is Harry Potter who, by the way, is actually a fourteen year old orphan who has lived since his parents' deaths under the "care" and "love" of his only living relatives: the Dursleys. Yet under this roof, Harry has suffered through his relative's "affection".

For example: sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs (sometimes they just threw him out into the night), being yelled at by his aunt Petunia, physically abused by his uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley (in some cases the belt, frying pan, rocks, bats, etc.), being denied food, love and comfort he oh so craved, and denied the chance to know the truth about his parents.

For ten long years, Harry lived with the Dursleys. He almost lost any amount of hope he had of one day finding people who actually cared for him. Almost. It was only a small thread of hope he held onto, slowly slumbering until the day of his eleventh birthday. His hope grew.

They were within a small cottage on a small island when at the stroke of midnight, a massive man with shaggy black hair, a tangled beard, and small, beetle-sized, black eyes broke through the door. He introduced himself as Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. Hogwarts was a school that taught and nurtured magic, which was something Harry had. Because of this, he was invited to attend. He was completely shell-shocked.

Of course, his relatives didn't want him to learn more about his "freakishness". They had known all these years what Harry was and why he was left with them.

That day, he found out in the most horrible way about his parents' deaths. They had died protecting him from a madman who wished to kill him, only to fail. The encounter left him with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Their deaths led to Harry being abandoned on the Dursley's doorstep on a chilly November night.

With the truth unveiled, Harry's nightmares resurfaced with two voices screaming and one cackling with malevolent glee. However, don't forget that his hope grew. He was a wizard, a magical being, and he was going to enter his world, his parent's world, where he might find someone who could take him away from the Durleys.

Unfortunately, his hope quickly shrunk when he discovered that he was famous for something he was sure his parent's were responsible for… the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Apparently the day that his parents died, the murderer had vanished, and he, Harry, was "responsible" for it. Harry didn't believe it. After all, he had only been a baby. He told Hagrid, who had informed him about his fame, that it was rubbish.

"Rubbish? Ye're a savior!" he had exclaimed, "Ye'll do great in Hogwarts!" Harry seriously doubted that.

So the day he went shopping with the giant man, Harry tried to learn everything he could about this new world. This led to him speaking for hours with the goblins that ran the wizard bank ("Blimey Harry! Ye got the whole goblin nations respect." said Hagrid), talking with a blond boy about school houses and a game called quidditch ("He was very nice telling all this to me Hagrid."), and buying a massive amount of books to help him study ("I need to learn everything I can so I don't mess up Hagrid.").

The scary part was that everybody who recognized him for his scar was looking at him and touching him like he was a zoo animal ("Pedophiles!"). Thankfully, Hagrid got the crowd to leave him alone.

Harry went to Hogwarts only to be disappointed.

On the train ride, he met Ronald Weasley, a gangly boy with red hair and freckles with absolutely no manners, and Hermione Granger, a bushy hair, buck-toothed girl with a bossy-know-it-all tone in her voice. He also met Neville Longbottom, a chubby and shy boy who had lost his toad, Fred and George Weasley, otherly known as Gred and Forge, who after looking at his scar for a second, helped him lift his trunk onto the train, and Draco Malfoy, the same boy he met at Diagon Ally.

Soon, they were at Hogwarts and Harry finally had hope again. And then it shrank. Quickly.

First year, he was sorted into Gryffindor, unknowingly made "best mates" with Ron and Hermione (who become livid when he had scored higher than her), defeated a troll, nearly got eaten by three-headed dog ("I'm never exploring with you again Ron!"), nearly fell to his death while hanging precariously on broom, nearly went crazy when he looked into a strange mirror (it showed his heart's greatest desire: a family), got scared to hell by his headmaster ( "I really think he's a pervert."), took place in the illegal transport of a dragon ("Hagrid's right. He is kind of cute."), witnessed the slaughter of a unicorn, almost gotten frightened to death in the Forbidden Forest, and nearly getting killed by his teacher while not receiving an ounce of comfort whatsoever.

Second year, he rode a flying car to school, a tree tried to kill him, a crazy elf-thing tried to keep him "safe", got all of the bones in his left arm vanished, people started to say he was evil just because he was a parseltongue, molested by his teacher (which was later erased from his memories with a well-cast obliviate), nearly got eaten by giant spiders (Acromantulas), had a crazy fan girl proclaim her love for him, had to save said fan girl from the Chamber of Secrets, battled a GIANT snake, nearly died by the snake's (it was a Basilisk) bite, got cured by a phoenix's tears, lost his first kiss to a memory, freed the mad house-elf that tried to "save" him, and became very confused when his headmaster congratulated him for defeating a basilisk and a memory (when did I do that?).

Third year was when his hope grew again. He fainted on the train ride because of the soul-sucking creatures called dementors, found about his parent's traitor, discovered said traitor was his godfather, met his father's school friend ("Call me Remus, Harry."), fell off his broom in a quidditch match, lost his first broomstick to the Whomping Willow, got many huge headaches from Ron and Hermione's spat, received a Firebolt which was taken away from him, and found out that the true traitor was Peter Pettigrew who later escaped. He also found out about Remus's "furry" little problem. Oh! Did he mention that he went back in time, saved a hippogriff from execution, cast a full corporeal Patronus, herded a hundred dementors away with said Patronus, saved his godfather, Sirius Black, from the Kiss and lived to tell the tale?

His hope, however, faltered when he was told he couldn't' live with Sirius till he was proven innocent.

Fourth year had to be his worst! Death Eaters attacked at the World Cup, he got blamed for casting a spell he didn't do, someone entered him in the Triwizard Tournament, people despised him and left him alone (it wasn't that bad…), a creepy reporter published lies about him, had to face a dragon, took swim in the black lake, got attacked by grindylows, ran through a maze, got attacked by an Acromantula, got portkeyed to a graveyard with Cedric Diggory, saw the death of said champion, got bound to a gravestone, unwillingly helped in the resurrection of the same madman who killed his parents, had to duel Voldemort until he was able to escape with Cedric's body back to Hogwarts, and he nearly became killed by Voldemort's spy, Barty Crouch Jr., who used a polyjuice potion to disguise himself as Mad-Eye-Moody.

This time, he relinquished all of his remaining hope to the ever present nightmares that haunted him in his sleep.

His "best mates" and #1 fan girl, he later found out, only cared about his fame and the money they received from HIS vaults for being his "friends" (the goblins quickly rectified that problem for him). It turned out that the Headmaster was using him as a pawn for his wicked scheme to defeat Voldemort.

He was just a child and he wanted to live a life with a family as Harry, just Harry. Unfortunately, this couldn't happen since Sirius was an escaped convict and Remus was a werewolf.

His. Life. Sucked.

What hurt him the most was that no one answered his letters, thus leaving him in the dark.

Currently, Harry was weakened from starvation. He was lying on his side with tears streaming down his cheeks after being awoken by the nightmares that lurked within his mind. All he wanted to do was sleep peacefully for once.

"GET OUT HERE YOU WORTHLESS FREAK!"

Apparently, his relatives wouldn't give that luxury.

His uncle was having a business partner visit the Dursley's household today for an important deal for his job at Grunnings. They didn't want him ruining it for them.

So the Dursleys wanted him out of the house and in the dark streets... at night.

He quickly got up and left his room. Walking down the stairs, he noticed his fat uncle and cousin in fine black suits (they looked horrible) and his aunt placing dinner on the table (which he made).

"Boy, I don't want you near this house till midnight understood!" his uncle all but growled at him.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon".

Then, he left the house and began walking around the neighborhood. He thought about visiting Mrs. Figgs who was an old lady with a lot of cats who lived nearby. She was crazy, but she at least was nice to him.

Walking down the street while deep in thought, he didn't notice a man walking behind him until a hand covered his mouth and he felt a knife pressed to his throat. Harry gave a small gasp and froze when he felt the knife dig a bit deeper.

"Well, well, well…" the man sniffed his hair and neck, "Looks like I've found myself a pretty little one."

The man then proceeded to dragged Harry to a black car that was parked just few feet away from them. Throwing Harry inside the backseat, he bound his wrists together behind his back and his ankles together with thick rope.

"HELP, PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Harry screamed for help, only to be rewarded with a slap to his face and his mouth being gagged with a white cloth.

"Now, we can't have you screaming, now can we pretty?" the man said whilst caressing his stinging cheek.

The man closed the back door and quickly got on the driver's seat.

"Let's go for a ride shall we?" he said looking at Harry struggle with his binds through the mirror.

Harry didn't know how long the ride was, but they eventually stopped by an old warehouse. Parking the car in front of it, the man got out of the car and went to open the backseat door to claim his prize, only to be kicked hard on the stomach by said pretty prize.

"Why you little… you just made it worst for yourself, pretty!" the man snarled and dragged Harry out of the car by his shirt. He slammed the small black haired boy on the car's hood face first.

The man cut the rope around Harry's ankles and spread his legs with his knee while pressing his body to Harry's.

'Oh no… please somebody help me, anybody please help me!' Harry weakly thought, reaching out for his magic to help him, but he quickly lost the feeble connection once he began panicking.

Without Harry's knowledge, the magic found him somebody to help him, to protect him and along with it, the power to create his own family.

Mary: Please review I really want to know what you think of my story.

Kuro: If you see any mistakes I might not have seen, please message me or Mary and I will go over it. I'm kinda new at this, so there might be a few I might not have seen. My full username is 'Kuro Nisshoku'.

Mary: My friends it is time to celebrate as l finally have a BETA. Now I have bad news I'm kind of stuck with the 10th chapter so i may not up-date for a while, but you can re-read the story in it's new improved version, by that I mean less spelling and grammar mistakes. Much more easier to read. :)