Magic Meets Metal (Harry Potter/Transformers)

chapter 1

~Kiara's POV~

I groaned softly as I suddenly heard laughter around me.

'Did the girls decide to mess with my sleep schedule again?' I fluttered my eyes open only for them to widen as I looked around the classroom. 'What in Godric's name?' I glanced at the front of the classroom and saw a boy with brown hair standing there.

'What happened? Why am I not in the girl's dorm? Why am I not at Hogwarts?' I just sat there and stared off at nothing as I tried to wrap my brain around the fact that I'm not at Hogwarts and there are muggles surrounding me.

"-ra!-ara!-iara! KIARA!" I heard someone calling me.

"Huh? What?" I questioned stupidly.

"Come on, dad is waiting for us. Remember you said you will help me pick out a car?" Someone said and when I looked up, the brown haired boy was standing in front of me.

"Oh, right." I pretended to know what he was talking about and he grabbed my hand as soon as I stood up before dragging me to his dad's car. He showed his father the paper that showed he had an A while I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Hey Kia. You okay? You're really quiet." The boy said looking back at me.

"I'm all right." I lied.

'Merlin's beard, what is going on?' I sighed as the boy turned back around and noticed we pulled into the lot of a car dealership. I watched as his face lit up with excitement only to turn into disappointment when we pulled up in a really crappy car lot. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Welcome gentlemen and lady. Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs. How can I help you?" A man questioned.

"Well, my son here is looking to buy his first car." The boy's father explained clamping his hand on his son's shoulder.

"You come to see me?"

"I had to." He answered curtly.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." Bobby said weirdly making me frown.

"Sam."

"Sam, let me talk to you." Bobby said.

"Kiara, come on." Sam told me as he motioned for me to follow and I did. I walked up next to him before walking with him and Bobby.

"Let me tell you something, son. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver." Bobby told him and I tilted my head.

'Like the wand chooses the wizard?' I wondered.

"It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things and a lier ain't one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy. That's my mammy." Bobby pointed to an old dark skinned woman. "Hey, mammy!" He shouted and the woman flipped him off. "Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head in, bitch. I'll tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" He began laughing strangely before walking further onto the lot. "Well, over here, every piece of a car a man might want or need."

Sam walked over to a yellow car with black stripes.

"This ain't bad." He said while running his hand over the roof. "This one's got racing stripes."

"Yeah, it got racing.." Bobby trailed off. "Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car." He says then calls for someone named Manny.

"What?" A man yelled back seconds later.

"What is this? This car! Check it out!" Bobby yelled back.

"I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!" The man shouted back and I sighed softly before zoning out and running my hand over the hood which was slightly warm.

'How strange.' I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head slightly.

"Kid, come on, get out. Get out of the car." Bobby told him, looking in through the window on the passenger seat.

'Huh? Wait, did I miss something?' I blinked with a small frown. 'Spacing out like that could get me killed.'

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." Sam said, sounding angry.

"Well, sometimes they pick the driver with a cheap-ass father. Out of the car." Bobby said and Sam reluctantly listened. Only, when he closed the driver's side door, the passenger's side door flew open and hit the car Bobby was trying to sell Sam which caused a bunch of well stacked cans to fall over.

"Are you alright?" Sam's dad asked Bobby who started going on about a clown and a sledgehammer. Who knows. I drown him out and lightly pat the hood.

"Thank you for trying." I whispered. All right, I'm talking to a car. So what? I've done weirder things.

As soon as I say that, though, a song starts playing on the radio. "Cover your ears...sweet...spark..." Came through the radio and for some unknown reason, I actually covered my ears and ducked. Good thing to because almost a second after that, a loud sound emitted from the radio and shattered every single window of every car on the lot except the one Sam wanted.

When I looked up, I saw Bobby standing as he held up four fingers.

"Four thousand!" He said fearfully. Sam glanced at me as I stood up and we both smiled.

"Thank you." I whispered happily, knowing that Sam was happy. I may not know him, yet, but that doesn't mean I don't want him to be just that.