The crisp autumn air was filled with excitement and anticipation as students packed into the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Flags waved wildly in the wind, and the cheers from all four houses echoed through the grounds. The first match of the season—Gryffindor vs. Slytherin—was always a spectacle, and today was no exception.
Evan, Clara, and Leo sat together in the stands, their faces flushed with excitement. Leo, of course, was buzzing with energy, unable to sit still as the teams flew onto the field. His eyes darted from player to player, clearly dreaming about the day when he’d be out there on a broom, showing off his flying skills.
“I swear, next year, I’ll be on that team,” Leo declared, leaning over to Clara with a grin. “And when I am, you two better cheer as loud as possible.”
Clara rolled her eyes but smiled. “We’ll be sure to bring a banner with your face on it, Leo.”
Evan laughed, but it felt forced. The excitement of the match was doing little to calm the turmoil that had been swirling inside him since his meeting with Dumbledore. The relic felt heavier than ever, hidden in his robes. He could feel its faint pulse, like a second heartbeat, always reminding him of the danger that lingered just out of sight.
The match began, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin players took off into the sky, racing for the Quaffle. The crowd roared as the game intensified, with the Chasers weaving through the air, dodging Bludgers and aiming for the goalposts. Leo was practically bouncing in his seat, shouting encouragement for Gryffindor.
But Evan couldn’t focus on the game. His eyes kept flickering to the edges of the pitch, scanning the crowd, the stands, the shadows. Something didn’t feel right. There was a tension in the air that had nothing to do with the Quidditch match.
And then he saw them.
At first, they seemed like ordinary students—nothing out of the ordinary. A group of older students, dressed in the robes of various houses, standing near the entrance to the pitch. But something about them was off. Their movements were too stiff, too precise, like they weren’t entirely human.
Evan’s heart sank as realization dawned on him.
Decepticons.
He shot a glance at Clara, who was watching the game with wide-eyed excitement, and then at Leo, who was too caught up in the action to notice anything amiss. Evan’s pulse quickened. He didn’t have much time.
“Clara, Leo,” Evan whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. “We need to leave. Now.”
Leo glanced over at him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? Why? The match just started!”
Evan leaned closer, his voice urgent. “I’ll explain later, but we have to go. Trust me.”
Clara’s face tightened in concern, and she exchanged a quick look with Leo. “Evan, what’s going on?” she asked quietly. “You’ve been acting strange for days.”
“I can’t explain right now,” Evan said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But something bad is about to happen.”
Before either of them could respond, the sky above the pitch erupted in chaos.
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The first sign of trouble came in the form of a loud, metallic screech that cut through the noise of the match. It was so piercing that players stopped mid-air, looking around in confusion. The crowd’s cheers faltered as everyone began scanning the skies, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.
Then, without warning, blasts of energy shot from the edges of the pitch. They streaked across the field, narrowly missing a few of the players as they dived out of the way. The crowd gasped, and the game dissolved into chaos in an instant.
The group of disguised Decepticons moved swiftly, their wands now replaced by something far more menacing—long, mechanical arms that extended from their bodies, firing blasts of energy into the air. Their cover as students dropped, revealing their true forms. They were not wizards, but metallic beings cloaked in magic, their movements precise and lethal.
“Evan, what—what’s happening?” Clara’s voice trembled as she grabbed his arm, her eyes wide with fear.
“It’s them,” Evan muttered, his heart racing. “They’ve found me.”
The Decepticons were attacking, and it was clear that Evan was their target. His mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. The stands were in chaos, students screaming and pushing to get away from the blasts, the Quidditch players flying in all directions to avoid the deadly beams of energy.
One of the Decepticons—tall, menacing, and heavily armed—spotted Evan in the stands. Its mechanical eyes locked onto him, and it raised its arm, preparing to fire.
Evan’s breath caught in his throat. He wasn’t ready for this. He hadn’t even begun to understand the power of the relic, let alone how to defend himself against an attack like this. But he didn’t have time to think. The blast was coming straight for him.
“Move!” he shouted, pulling Clara and Leo out of their seats just as the blast struck where they had been sitting moments before, splintering the wooden bench into pieces.
“Evan, what the hell is going on?” Leo shouted, his voice filled with panic as they stumbled down the stairs of the stands, trying to avoid the blasts.
“I’ll explain later, just run!” Evan called back, his heart pounding in his chest.
As they made their way toward the field, another blast hit the ground near them, sending up a cloud of dirt and grass. The Decepticons were closing in, their movements fast and relentless.
But then, through the chaos, Evan heard a familiar sound—a deep, mechanical whirring that sent a wave of relief through him.
Bumblebee.
From the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Bumblebee burst into view, his massive form barreling toward the pitch. His yellow armor gleamed in the sunlight, and his blue optics glowed with intensity as he charged toward the Decepticons, firing his own blasts of energy.
The students who had been unaware of the true threat suddenly stopped in their tracks, eyes wide with shock as they took in the sight of the towering Autobot crashing through the field. Screams erupted again, but this time, it wasn’t just from fear of the unknown attackers—it was the sight of Bumblebee, an unmistakably alien being, charging through the chaos.
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“Is that—?” Clara stammered, her eyes fixed on Bumblebee in disbelief.
“Later, Clara!” Evan shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the pitch. “We have to help him!”
Leo, still stunned, ran alongside them, though his usual bravado was gone, replaced by sheer confusion. “I’m sorry, are we teaming up with a giant robot? What the bloody hell is happening right now?”
“There’s no time to explain!” Evan replied, feeling the weight of the relic thrum against his chest. He knew he couldn’t hide the truth any longer—at least not from Clara and Leo. But now wasn’t the time for explanations. Right now, they had to survive.
Bumblebee’s attacks were keeping the Decepticons at bay, but they weren’t retreating. They were too focused on Evan, their red eyes scanning the field, determined to find him. One of the Decepticons broke away from the group, heading directly for them.
Evan could see its glowing red eyes as it raised its arm, preparing to fire.
“No!” Evan shouted, raising his wand instinctively. He didn’t know what spell he was even casting, but the words came to him in a rush. “Protego!”
A shimmering shield appeared in front of them, just in time to deflect the blast. The energy ricocheted off the barrier, sending the Decepticon stumbling back.
Leo blinked in amazement. “Did you just—?”
Evan didn’t have time to answer. The Decepticons were regrouping, their mechanical limbs whirring as they adjusted their strategy. One of them fired a blast toward Bumblebee, hitting him square in the chest. The impact sent the Autobot skidding back, sparks flying from the wound.
“No!” Evan cried out, running toward Bumblebee without thinking. Clara and Leo chased after him, dodging the chaos that surrounded them.
Bumblebee struggled to his feet, his optics flickering slightly as he turned toward Evan. “Get… back,” Bumblebee’s voice came through in broken bursts. “They’re… after… you.”
“I know!” Evan shouted, his heart racing. He raised his wand againhis hand shaking, as he tried to focus through the chaos. Bumblebee, though wounded, was still standing tall, but the Decepticons were regrouping, their eyes locked onto Evan as if he were a beacon. Everything felt surreal—the blinding flashes of energy blasts, the screams from the stands, and the dark figures looming closer with every passing second.
Clara grabbed Evan’s arm, her voice trembling. “Evan, we can’t just—what are we supposed to do against them? They’re not—” She glanced at Bumblebee, disbelief still written across her face. “They’re not even human.”
Evan’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew Clara was right. They were wizards—students—and now they were in the middle of something much bigger, much more dangerous than anything Hogwarts had prepared them for. But Evan couldn’t run. Not with the weight of the relic pulsing against his chest, urging him forward.
“I don’t know!” Evan shouted back, his voice breaking. “But we can’t just leave! They’re here for me. This is all because of me.”
Leo, usually quick with a joke, stood beside them, panting and wide-eyed, trying to process everything. “I swear, Evan, if we survive this, you’re explaining everything. But right now…” He grabbed his wand, pointing it at one of the advancing Decepticons. “Let’s try not to get blown up, yeah?”
Before Evan could respond, one of the Decepticons lunged at them, moving with inhuman speed. Its metallic arm stretched out, ready to grab Evan. The sight of its glowing red eyes made Evan freeze—until Clara, her face set with determination, raised her wand.
“Stupefy!” she shouted, the force of her spell slamming into the Decepticon’s chest. It stumbled back, caught off guard, but only for a moment. The spell didn’t seem to hurt it much, but it gave them precious seconds to regroup.
“Nice shot!” Leo called, barely dodging another blast from one of the Decepticons.
Bumblebee took the opportunity, roaring back into the fray. His metallic fist collided with one of the Decepticons, sending it crashing to the ground. The ground trembled under the impact, and Bumblebee’s blue optics glowed brighter, more determined.
“They’re targeting… the relic,” Bumblebee’s voice crackled through his damaged systems as he fought off another attacker. “You have… to protect it.”
“I don’t even know what it does!” Evan shouted, ducking as a blast whizzed over his head, missing him by inches. His mind raced. How could he protect something he barely understood?
“We’ll figure that out later!” Clara called, her wand still raised as she deflected another blast aimed at them. She turned to Evan, her voice hard but filled with concern. “Evan, why are they after you? What does that thing do?”
Evan’s stomach churned. He had known this moment was coming—the moment when he would have to explain everything. But now, in the middle of a battlefield, wasn’t the time. Not when they were being hunted.
“I’ll explain!” Evan shouted, his voice hoarse. “But not now!”
Clara opened her mouth to argue, but another explosion rocked the ground near them, sending debris flying into the air. Bumblebee grabbed one of the Decepticons, ripping it away from the students and throwing it across the field with a powerful swing. It landed with a crash, parts of its metallic body sparking as it tried to stand.
Leo scrambled to his feet, his face smeared with dirt but his determination unshaken. “Look, I don’t know about you two, but I’m not ready to die today! We need a plan!”
Evan nodded, his mind racing. The Decepticons were relentless, and even with Bumblebee fighting beside them, they were outnumbered and outgunned. There had to be a way to turn the tide, to stop the Decepticons before they destroyed everything.
Then it hit him.
“The relic!” Evan gasped, fumbling to pull it from beneath his robes. “Maybe it can help. It’s connected to them somehow—it has to be!”
Clara stared at him, wide-eyed. “What? Evan, you don’t even know how it works!”
Evan shook his head, his heart pounding. “I know, but we don’t have a choice. I can feel it… It’s calling to me.”
He held the relic up, its glow growing brighter in his hands. The moment his fingers tightened around it, a surge of energy pulsed through him, stronger than anything he had felt before. His vision blurred for a moment, the world around him fading as flashes of the otherworldly war filled his mind—battles, destruction, and the relentless hunt for the relic.
The relic throbbed in his hand, sending waves of power coursing through his body. He could sense the connection now—between him, the relic, and the Decepticons. It was as if the relic had been waiting for him to use it, waiting for him to understand its purpose.
Bumblebee’s voice cut through his haze. “Evan… use it. Focus.”
“I’m trying!” Evan shouted, the power of the relic vibrating in his hand, almost too much to control. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus, to channel the energy.
And then, like a key turning in a lock, something clicked.
A wave of energy exploded from the relic, spreading out across the pitch like a shockwave. The Decepticons staggered, their movements faltering as the wave hit them. Their red eyes flickered, and for the first time, they hesitated, as though something in the relic had disrupted their systems.
Clara gasped. “Evan… what did you do?”
Evan’s hand shook as he held the relic, its glow dimming slightly after the release of energy. “I don’t know,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “But it worked. For now.”
The Decepticons, momentarily disoriented, began retreating, their metallic forms flickering as they pulled back toward the edges of the pitch. Bumblebee took advantage of their confusion, launching a final attack that sent two of them crashing into the forest, sparks flying from their bodies.
The battle was over—at least for now.
As the last of the Decepticons disappeared into the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, Bumblebee turned toward Evan, his optics glowing softly.
“You… did it,” Bumblebee said, his voice filled with a strange mix of pride and relief.
Evan’s legs felt weak as the adrenaline began to wear off. He stumbled slightly, and Clara was there in an instant, grabbing his arm to steady him.
“You have a lot of explaining to do,” she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of relief and frustration. “Starting with that thing.” She nodded toward the relic, which still pulsed faintly in Evan’s hand.
Leo, panting heavily and looking like he’d just run a marathon, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, mate. This is not normal, even for Hogwarts. Giant robots and energy blasts? You’re hiding something big.”
Evan looked between them, guilt twisting in his stomach. They had fought alongside him, risked their lives, and they deserved the truth. But how could he explain something so unbelievable?
“I will,” Evan promised, his voice hoarse. “I’ll explain everything. But right now, we need to get out of here before anyone else sees this.”
Bumblebee transformed back into his car form, his engine rumbling softly as he drove up beside them. “Go… with them. I’ll keep watch.”
Clara, still gripping Evan’s arm, shook her head in disbelief as they climbed into the yellow Camaro. “You’re not just going to brush this off, Evan. I want answers.”
“And you’ll get them,” Evan said quietly as Bumblebee sped toward the castle. He glanced at the relic, still glowing faintly in his lap. He didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was clear: the battle was far from over.
As the Quidditch pitch faded behind them........