PRIriUS
The god of the Transformers is called Primus. If you ask a Transformer how such a name came about, and if they tell you something so deeply personal, if they believe, they will explain it is what the first among them had etched by their god in their base code.
However, unknown even to those ancient beings, the first word was etched not in code but in stone in stone, and not by some unknown cosmic power, but by a wizard.
‘SIriUS BLAck REsT in PeAcE MiSSED BY GoDsoN HArrY PoTTER’ in 30 foot high letters once wrapped around the entire tomb. Even carved a two feet deep into the black stone, time, and miniature asteroids hits not stopped by the thin atmosphere, had taken its toll. Now, in the light from the distant star, all that remained visible of the weathered stone was the P and R from ‘potter’, and the IriUS from ‘sirius’. The rest, around the other side of the tomb, stayed in deep shadow. For the being awakening at the monuments base, the first thing it would see would be:
P R IriUS
For the being, code registered, even if optics didn’t quite understand. The flickering sentience was bombarded with information. There were strings full of information being over written, spilling into what had been known, fragmenting data. It had no name, no identity, but needed designation separate from things other then itself.
I am…
A fragment of data played, of one who commander him, of a voice of power, “I created you to help me. And you did. But now I wish to rest, and I would not have you fall into disrepair from my inattention. So I give you a spark of my power in thanks.” And the cube glowed blue within the beings chest. The word above him scored itself deep into base code.
PRIriUS
I am…
The being knew of a before, when it was nothing but a shell, of movement, there was an other, Before, strong and powerful, words of order. Now chaos plagued its consciousness.
PRI∩US
I am…
But the other was gone now (resting? Deactivated? Return?) and the being was free (alone, afraid). No, the was no need to be alone, for within what gave him life, the spark was still fragmented, and so the being pulled on 5 parts, setting them free. And four became brothers, while one remained square edged and silent. Not self, no longer alone.
I am Primus.
The others were screaming into the void. I exist!
And Primus soothed and calmed and stepped into the place of missing commander.
“I am Primus. The first. You are my Brothers. We exist. We exist to build. We exist to watch.”
And the others buzzed in agreement. And they built and watched and learned and grew and eventually, splinted their own sparks to make others, and new brothers were born. A culture changed, drifted, evolved, and although the first told of those broken fragments of the data that contained the Commander, of the one who had written the first’s name in the stone at awakening, of Before, not all believed.
And the stone of Primus, the temple, was hidden deep from questioning eyes, from hands that gestured in anger of disbelief, and with it the spark which remained square, now called the Allspark.
And soon (2 millennia) information would creep and Primus would be nothing but a forgotten fable. In this time, thirteen rose in place of five, and war raged until even Primus forgot the one who had created him, from whom the gift of the spark came from. The gift which had been fragmented into millions, until it was too small to splinter anymore, and the way to do so was forgotten by all but the Allspark.
Harry Potter was 450 when he walked into the veil of death.
He had in his long life, watched his beloved Ginny age while he did not. He had grieved at her death, and stayed hopeful with his children, and when they grew old and died, their children. His great-grandchildren knew of him, but he did not feel as attached to them as their parents. By that stage he had been 18 years old for 150 years, and still he had hope. And when he was rounding 200 years, and muggles had long since found wizards, and despite all the talk of war, none every broke out, he felt hope. And when he was 400 and the war that had not happened happen suddenly, and the drawn lines where claimed to be magic, but really were land and resources and power, he still hung on to hope when it wasn’t muggles vs magic but muggles who wanted to enslave wizards vs muggles who fought for their rights…
But when the air burned, and the earth melted, and the world died, and he was left alone, in the ash, then he felt the sliver of hope that he had carried his whole life, born in him in the dark of a tiny cupboard, die. The Veil of Death stood above the rubble, the tallest thing form horizon to horizon. Intact, looking exactly the same as when he had seen it in his 5th year. And Harry inclined his head and walked forward to embrace death.
It's a pity that, instead of finding rest, the veil was doorway, and Harry found himself on a planet far beyond the visible stars.
The problem was two fold: one, sector seven was too secretive, no one knew what they did, even in abstract, and two, the people in sector seven tended to be infected with the kind of idiocy so encapsulated by their leader, Simmons. For a number of agencies, sector seven became a dumping group for agents that had for one reason or another become too dangerous (or broken) to be involved in real work, but too senior to fire. This of course, made the situation worse.
But while not good for the agents, it was much worse for the researchers. Not a single research paper in 50 years of operation, not a single definable result. No scientist with any hope for a future would work there. So the researchers that did end up in sector seven were of two kinds. The first were the criminals, a disturbing large percent had been suspected or caught stealing drugs, material, or other things from their work place, the next largest group would be those who had fabricated data, and the third were those that had performed a criminal act (such as rape), but where to entrenched in the organization to be fired or charged. The second kind were those of a highly dubious moral standard. This group tended to all know each other, and had recruited each other.
This was how the experiments which lead to Harry’s situation both came about and then ended up getting ‘misplaced’. Encasing microscopic shards of N.B.E.-01 with ‘borrowed’ human embryotic stem cells and then irradiating with the energy of the unknown cube was neither logical, nor scientific in any way. Losing track those samples was even worse.
It was Potter luck which ended up using such an embryo during the IVF which saw the birth of Harry Potter. Not that anyone would know that until much later. The first hint would be Harry’s 25th birthday, when, just as he was about to blow out the candles on a large Molly baked cake, he felt light headed, and during the following congratulations, fell and had what muggles would can a grand mal seizure. It certainly put a dent in the party fun.
Harry awakening 6 hours later to metal scales spiraling up his legs, arms, and down his back was the next biggest hint. But all the consulting mediwitchs and wizards had no answers, so Harry continued on with his life. He was taken off active duty at work just in case. In his now spare time, Harry decided to become an animagi.
In hindsight, it was both the worst and best decision of his life.