Bygone of innocence
"I survived only because I was at a friend's place that night. My
parents, my father a Pure-blood and my mother a Muggle-born. I am what
they call a half-blood. The Death Eaters and their leader do not like
Muggle-borns and Muggles. They attacked our home because Dad was a
Muggle lover. Muggle lovers is a derogatory term for a pure-blood that
does business and deals with Muggles. Dad made his fortune dealing with
Muggle technology, he is a partner in Quetzalcoatl, a muggle-borns
company that produces technology for wizards.
"You've may have heard the Roomba? That is just one of their designs,
they have a version that runs of ambient magic. They've also adapted
laptops, Ipads, Iphones and computers to run in magic rich areas such as
Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.
"Muggles are people born without magic. Muggle-borns are Muggles born
with magic. The Death Eaters leader a man called Voldemort fifteen years
ago went to attack a family who defied him thrice times. The Potters,
James Charlus and Lily Anne Potter. They had a son, a boy named Harry
James Potter. The Potters were attacked because of a prophecy that
concerned their son. He would be the one to defeat Voldemort."
"What?!" Elena glanced at the upset Prime, who bristled in anger, blue
eyes flashing with the rare bout of anger. He wasn't they only one.
Elena saw Ratchet's grip tighten on the wrench he gripped, his jaw
clenched and eyes blazing with fury.
"They would send an innocent boy to kill a megalomaniac?" The terse
voice of Ironhide broke through the noise. Elena turned towards the
weapons specialist, who trembled in repressed rage. As Lennox patted the
bigger man's chest, trying to calm down the irate 'bot.
"Apparently, Voldemort marked him as his equal. Potter is famous for
defeating him as a fifteen month year old only coming out with a cursed
scar." This information she knew would set off the Medi-bot. And then it
happened. "Say what?!" Elena turned towards Ratchet, who is trembling in
rage, his face stiff and unyielding.
"None of us know where Potter was placed after his parents were killed,
but where ever he was placed, I don't think he was loved. Every year he
returns to Hogwarts, he is underfed. My cousin also claims to have seen
scars, bruises and welts on his back." Taking a careful step backwards,
colliding with Prime's chest, he wrapped one arm about her waist
comfortingly. His free hand brushing through her hair.
"Stand down Ratchet!" As Ratchet snarled soundlessly, his entire body
trembling. Prime raked a hand through his hair, muttering something
under his breath. "Prowl? Barricade? Can you find any information on the
boy?"
Both 'bots in question, who's alt-forms are cop cars. Prowl's optics
darkened briefly. As Barricade closed his optics, his partner, Frenzy
scrambled up the taller 'bots shoulder plates.
"Located Harry James Potter. Little Whinging, Surrey. Privet Drive, #4.
Relatives: Vernon Andrew Dursley, Petunia Marie Dursley Nee Evans,
Dudley Vernon Dursley. Two outstanding tickets for Vernon. He works at
Grunnings Drill company. Petunia, a stay-at-home Mom. Dudley, has a
Juvie record. Vandalism, destruction of property, bullying. He has sent
three neighborhood children to the hospital with broken bones.
"Potter has a long medical history. Nine broken bones, six concussions,
three torn ligaments. Lost stay in the hospital was a week after getting
struck by a car. Vernon's car precisely. No charges were brought forth
for the accidental hit and run." Seeing the look of utter horror and
stunned shock on Prime's face, Elena closed her eyes. "It was worse then
we all thought." As she swallowed hard, it was worse then she ever
considered. As she opened her eyes, not trying to hide the tears that
brimmed in her eyes. Feeling a cool thumb brush over the tear that fell,
Elena leaned into that gentle touch.
"What was that sweet-spark?" Elena looked up into the concerned eyes of
her guardian. Meeting Prowl's gaze evenly, Elena whispered "my friends
and I knew that Potter was being abused, but never thought it was that
bad. It is worse then I expected. My cousin could see how much being
around large crowds of people would set Harry on edge. He wouldn't let
anyone touch him in the first few weeks in beginning."
"Prime?" "Yes Barricade?" "Permission to go to England and interrogate
the fleshlings?" As all eyes went towards the ex-con who defected to the
bots when Frenzy was almost off-lined by 'Scream. Barricade protected
Frenzy, nearly died for that.
"Permission granted, take Prowl with you." Barricade nodded at that. As
his holoform disappeared, moments later Bulkhead was lifting off with
two police cars in his cargo hold. Elena stared up at Prime. "You would
willingly head to England to help a boy none of you know?"
"All life is sacred. The boy needs to be protected and cherished. No one
should have to life a life being trained to kill." Prime tightened his
grip on her gently. "Though Dumbledore hasn't been training Potter."
"What?" Elena winced at the volume of three bots yelling in unison.
Prime, Ratchet and Ironhide looked at her in wide-eyed shock. "The boy
is expected to kill a madman and isn't being trained?" "No 'Hide he is
not." "Slagging idiot!" Elena had no choice to but agree to that.
Little Whinging Surrey, some hours later.
As two sleek black and white police cruisers eased along down Privet
Drive. Barricade clicked his com. :I think I want to destroy this
neighborhood. Who in their fragging mind would want to live in identical
houses?!: :Unoriginal people.: Prowl sounded just as disgusted with the
place.
The urge to destroy the block hit him hard, it took all his willpower
not to transform and set the neighborhood ablaze with fire. Starting
with #4.
As Barricade snorted. As both cruisers pulled into the driveway of #4.
As he activated his holoform, sliding out of the car. Settling his
mirrored sunglasses over his eyes evenly, Barricade felt Prowl step up
beside him.
Both holoforms stood at six, seven. Both bulky with muscles. That is
where the similarities ended. Prowl had deep dark black hair with hints
of purple highlights. Extremely pale with high cheek bones, thin lips
and a neat goatee. His uniform, neat and pressed. The badge on his
pocket read "Officer P. Rowl." His brilliant blue eyes, flat and hard.
Barricade had blond, almost white hair. It fell in shaggy waves about
his neck and shoulders. A broad chin and full lips. His red eyes hidden
behind the sunglasses. His uniform neat and pressed. Darkly tanned skin.
His badge read "Officer Cade."
As both strolled up the sidewalk, Barricade took note of his
surroundings. Felt eyes on him and Prowl. Raising his hand to knock,
moments later the door opened. "May I help you officers?"