The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 33: Magic Meets Machines

The afternoon sun hung high over **Howler Manor**, casting long shadows across the sprawling grounds. The day had been peaceful—more peaceful than Saber had experienced in weeks. The magical wards that surrounded the manor hummed softly, protecting them from the outside world, and for now, the threat of the **Decepticons** seemed distant.

But it wasn't gone.

Saber stood near the edge of the garden, his **wand** tucked back into his belt as he watched **Tempest** and **Patch** wander the grounds. Tempest, his tall, black form glinting in the sunlight, walked silently beside Patch, the mechanical dog whose tail wagged happily as he explored the manor. It was a strange sight, seeing his creations blend so seamlessly into the world around them—magic and technology side by side.

Not far behind, the **Autobots** emerged from the treeline, no longer watching from a distance. **Optimus Prime**, towering over the others, led the way, his glowing optics focused on Saber.

They had been observing him for most of the day, fascinated by his magical abilities. Though they came from different worlds, there was a growing respect between them—a recognition that both sides had something valuable to offer.

As Optimus approached, **Ironhide**, **Jazz**, and **Ratchet** followed close behind, their metallic footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.

Optimus's voice was calm, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Your abilities are extraordinary, Saber. We've never encountered anything like them."

Saber smiled faintly, feeling the weight of their gazes on him. It was still strange, being surrounded by such powerful beings—sentient machines from another world—but he had grown used to their presence over the past few days.

"I guess they seem strange to you," he admitted, glancing down at Obsidian, who had coiled up comfortably at his feet. "Magic's always been a part of my life, but I know it looks different from what you're used to."

Ironhide, ever the skeptic, crossed his arms. "Different's one way to put it. I still don't get how a kid with a stick can do all this."

Ratchet stepped forward, his scanners whirring softly as he examined the residual magical energy in the air. "It's not about the wand, Ironhide. The wand is a conduit, but the power comes from within him. It's an organic energy—something we can't replicate with technology."

Saber nodded. "Exactly. Magic is... well, it's everywhere. It's in nature, in the air, in living things. Wizards learn how to harness that energy and channel it through their wands. We study spells and incantations to direct that energy, but it's something that's always been part of the world—just hidden."

Optimus considered his words, his optics flickering with thought. "Hidden. Like how your world has kept itself secret from the non-magical people of Earth."

"Exactly," Saber replied. "For centuries, we've hidden ourselves to avoid persecution. The magical world and the non-magical world don't mix—at least, not openly. Most non-magical people have no idea magic exists."

Ironhide grunted. "Seems like that'd be hard to keep quiet."

Saber shrugged. "It is. But there are powerful spells and wards in place to make sure the magical world stays hidden. The only non-magical people who know about us are the ones who've stumbled onto magic by accident—or the ones who are trusted with the secret."

**Bumblebee**, who had been quietly listening, let out a series of curious beeps and whirs. He tilted his head toward Saber, as if asking a question.

Saber smiled, understanding Bumblebee's unspoken inquiry. "Yeah, you're part of that group now," he said. "You, Sam, and Mikaela—you're some of the few non-magical people who know about the wizarding world. But we've got to keep it that way."

Jazz chuckled, his optics flashing with amusement. "So we're in the secret club now, huh? Guess that makes us special."

Optimus nodded slowly, his voice thoughtful. "Your magic is powerful, Saber. We have faced many enemies before, but we have never encountered a force like this. We will need your strength in the battle ahead."

Saber's expression hardened at the mention of the coming battle. The threat of the **Decepticons** loomed over them all, and the knowledge that **Megatron** was out there, hunting for the **AllSpark**, weighed heavily on his mind.

"I'll help in any way I can," Saber said firmly. "But I still don't understand how magic and your technology are supposed to work together. My creations—**Tempest** and **Patch**—they're alive because of magic, not because of technology. But they act like your kind."

Ratchet's scanners whirred again as he analyzed Tempest and Patch from a distance. "There's a unique energy signature coming from them. It's not the same as our spark, but it's similar. Somehow, your magic infused them with life—life that mirrors ours."

Saber nodded, though the details were still beyond his full understanding. "All I know is that my magic reacted to protect me when I was in danger. Tempest and Patch were created in a moment of desperation, and ever since then, they've been part of my life."

Optimus stepped closer, his towering form casting a long shadow over the garden. "The **AllSpark** is a source of life for our kind. It has the power to create and to destroy. If it falls into the hands of the **Decepticons**, it will mean the end of your world and ours."

Saber felt a chill run down his spine at the mention of the AllSpark. It sounded almost like a mythical artifact, something out of one of the old magical texts he had studied. But this wasn't magic—it was something else, something far more dangerous.

"And Megatron wants it," Saber muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Optimus nodded. "He will stop at nothing to find it. That is why we must find it first."

Saber took a deep breath, his mind racing. The **Decepticons**, the AllSpark, the danger they all faced—it was overwhelming. But he wasn't the same boy he had been months ago. He wasn't just **Harry Potter** anymore. He was **Saber Howler**, a wizard with a legacy he was only just beginning to understand.

And now, he was part of something even bigger.

"What's the plan?" Saber asked, his voice steady. "How do we stop Megatron from getting to the AllSpark?"

Optimus's optics flickered with determination. "We need to locate the AllSpark before he does. Sam's great-grandfather's glasses hold the key—coordinates that will lead us to its location. Once we have them, we can move forward."

Saber nodded. "Alright. I'll do whatever I can to help."

Optimus placed a large hand on Saber's shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a massive being. "You have shown great strength, young one. Together, we will face what is to come."

Saber smiled faintly, feeling a surge of confidence as he stood beside the towering leader of the Autobots. For the first time in his life, he wasn't just fighting for his own survival—he was fighting for something bigger. For both the magical and non-magical worlds. For the Autobots and the people he had come to care about.

As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the manor grounds, Saber knew that this was only the beginning. The real battle was still ahead, and there was no telling what dangers they would face next.

But for now, he had allies—both magical and mechanical. And together, they would find a way to stop Megatron and protect the world from destruction.