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Harry Potter and the SCP Foundation

Chapter 1 - Up Close

"Hey, they've got some work for ya. Do me a favour, and step out of your cell."

Harry just stared at the gun toting armoured man. No hello or how're you doing, just him standing in the doorway like post, with a automatic at the ready and all could think about to himself was that things are definitely not what they seem.

'Work?'

Now in most dangerous situations he would respond in one or two ways; fight or flight. Fighting would be pointless due to him not possessing his wand which he really wished he had right now. Being here with amounted to danger made his hand very itchy, hence his need for a wand. Flight was not on the table either because where would he go afterwards; not forgetting that he has no clue where he is so... a lot of unknowns; too many unknowns to do anything too brave... or stupid for that matter.

This left him with the only other trump in his deck for his circumstances, he would play along for the time being. In others words be a good boy and do as he is told... until he has no reason to anymore... just like his deadbeat relatives taught him when growing up... in a manner of speaking.

Harry moves towards the now open door where the guard moved back away to allow him space. "Just follow me." He said as he stepped away, his voice muffled by the helmet filter he was sporting. "Oh and by the way, we're authorized to kill any disobedient test subjects, so don't try anything stupid."

Hearing that made Harry pause for a moment before he continued out passed the cell door. These soldiers are authorized to use lethal force in the event he did anything stupid. Hair trigger mentality aside he would need to play extra careful when dealing with the security, or at the most wait for the situation to reveal something of value.

Outside his cell he noticed that his door was not the only door around here. A corridor of doors lined the length of the path, numbered and as secure as his own they were to from which they then split into intersections, into more corridors by the looks of it.

'How many are there?' Harry could only guess at the number of doors... and test subjects apart from himself. What really made him curious was why would a facility like this need so many and what were they testing? It had to be something where living bodies were needed on demand which did not fill him with good feelings.

"Are you done staring D-9341?" The guards voice echoed, breaking Harry's train of thought. "Remember what I said; any disobedience and I'm authorized to exterminate you... are we clear?"

Harry stared at the guard and then looked to his right from the doorway where for the first time he just noticed the second guard who already had his finger on his trigger as if looking for an excuse to shoot... and oh boy was looking for an excuse Harry he could tell.

"I understand." Harry replied and for a moment he thought he saw surprise in the first guard. Whatever for he could not say; was it something he said.

"Follow me" The guard ordered before he started marching down the hallway. Harry sighed with a light breath as he followed behind, not close and not too far but close enough between the two guard as not to agitate them.

They must have walked by a dozen different cell doors as they made their way to an intersection point. "So, where are we going?" Harry asked. Neither guard responded and showed no sign of even hearing his question. Harry decided to dig a little. "I've noticed that I'm the only one here is all."

Harry found himself falling suddenly. It took him a moment to right himself so as to avoid the hard cold floor and as he got back up he found himself being violently pushed by the second guard into a wall, almost to the point of choking.

He was pissed... really pissed.

"Keep silent D-Class and keep moving, and not talking." The guards voice muffled. Harry stared at him with a what the hell look and the guard aimed his gun at him. "Move."

Harry could be difficult right now but he did not want to take any chances. It would seem that time wasting is also not accepted by whomever runs this facility and the guards are eager-beavers about maintaining a consistent schedule as a result, or maybe it was just because they get to play with their guns if someone becomes disobedient. Harry nearly laughed out loud at the thought of the guards needing to play with the guns. Either way, Harry did not want to provoke the guards and pushed on silently.

They continued through another hallways and passed many other doors and corners before they reached an open area which looked down to another section of this facility where Harry for the first time noticed more guards and people wearing white lab coats.

'Scientists?'

He could make out conversations; most about hobbies and movies of all things. It seemed that ordinary people worked here, people with lives outside these walls.

During all the walking Harry was not being idle with his time. As he observed took notice of the environment which he noticed was similar in style to his cell, almost sterile looking, clean and white all over with the only distinct colours being the doors, fixtures, vent covers and controls on the walls. It impressed on Harry that it was high-tech, sophisticated beyond anything he has seen or heard of but still plain enough so as not to give people that impression unless you know otherwise.

A short walk later the guard in front slowed down as another door automatically opened into a wide room. "Well anyway, let's not waste anymore time." He said as he moved passed the door. He then turned towards Harry. "They're waiting for you down in the chamber."

Harry looked around the new room and was not surprised by sameness as the other rooms. There was only one exception.

"What's that over there?" Harry asked while pointing towards an open door where on its right was a poster with yellow outlines and a photograph... of something he could not quite make out.

"Look D-9341." The guard snapped. "Just get in there and follow all the instructions and uh," He paused for moment which gained a curious look from Harry "you'll probably be fine." Harry looked at him confused now "Or maybe you won't be. Either way, I don't really care."

Harry was looking at the guard weirdly now. The guard nonchalant responses aside, which really annoyed the hell out of Harry, it seemed to him that whatever was going on was more suspicious then curious. Was he in danger? While the orientation letter said as much that the tests this SCP group do can be dangerous, it never specified in what way it would be dangerous. This worried him a lot.

"Oh and before you go in," The guard pulled out a piece of paper from behind him and held it out. "read this before you enter."

Harry took the letter and took a gander. What he glimpsed was not something he was expecting. A photograph of something bizarre was shown to him with writing.

Item #: SCP-173

Object Class: Euclid

Looking back at the guard Harry had to ask, not caring that the guard was possibly annoyed with him now. "What the hell is this?!" He looked down at the image once more of what looked to be some humanoid looking thing but clearly not human.

"Well anyway, let's not waste anymore time." Was the response Harry got. "They're waiting for you down in the chamber." He said this pointedly.

Times like this Harry would do many things. Some would cry like a little girl while others may get Uzi and clime a clock-tower if the situation was extreme. But prioritizing was an important thing for a human to do he believed. Call it a learned behaviour from spending years under the dictatorship of a family who not only raised you to be their perpetual slave but did so while raising you from under a stairs cupboard. With little space to grow you instead learn patience, to wait and this leads to thinking.

All Harry could think about at this moment was what was he thrust into and by whom and why him? It was like he was doing the whole chosen one thing again but this time there are no guideposts or peanut gallery to tell him what he is here to do.

For the first time ever, Harry was completely and utterly lost. He was up shit creek without a paddle and there were armed men threatening to shoot him in his peachy buttocks should he refuse to row forward with gusto.

He was all on his own... alone.

Harry approached the open door and the closer he got he noticed that the object he was asking about before was a larger photograph of the human-looking-thing on the paper he is holding. Emblazoned in thick black writing were the words 'Object Class Euclid'; whatever the hell that meant he had no clue.

He looked back at the guard one last time before he walked through the threshold and the door shut behind him; the sound of its gears and seals moving into place with a loud snap.

Harry could have thrown caution to the wind and said a few colourful things to the guard and anyone else who would care to listen but what good would that do him. Oh how he wished he had his wand right now, then he would definitely have some colourful words to throw at them.

Inside the new room there was a balcony area where he could make out the visage of another armed guard, only this time there was the added addition of two other D-Class orange jumpsuit wearing individuals.

"You the new guy aren't ya." Said one of them.

So he was not the only one Harry thought as he walked towards he cohorts in testing. He approached with the intention of introducing himself, or he would have had he not suddenly stopped moving. It was not until he got further into the room that he noticed the large open archway, and yes it was a large archway and on the other side was a large room.

"It's about time you got here." Said the other D-Class as he noticed Harry just standing outside the archway.

Harry was not even paying attention to them which made them both look at him weirdly. His focus was inside the room past the archway and the contents of the room.

To the three other people in the room one would assume that Harry was in awe or shock at the state of the room. There was filth everywhere, so much that it one would need a lot of elbow grease to remove it which would explain why there were three D-Class personnel present; at least this is what the guard and two D-Class assumed and just thought Harry was surprised by the state of the room they were here to clean. It was dirty work which they were suited too doing.

A shit job indeed.

But this was not why Harry was stationary.

It was not the filth in the room which one could mistake as blood or the fact that the walls and parts of other surfaces were wall to wall with mess. No, what drew Harry's attention was the very thing that confused him not a minute ago.

The thing he asked about.

In the room facing against the wall was the humanoid-man-thing from the photograph and sign, standing close to two meters tall, dirty beige in colour with a large bulbous head; Harry has seen nothing like this before.

"Alright you three" the guard shouted from above on the balcony. "The three of you will be on cleaning duty. You should all know the drill, one of you will clean and two of you will maintain direct visual contact with SCP-173." The guard moved towards control panel on his level. "Remember, the door will be closed and locked behind you so don't fuck up or you will be dead before you know it."

Harry's eyes widened the moment he heard those words... dead! His eyes stared and for the first time he really looked at it. Even from the distance he was standing he felt that this thing was more then it appeared, almost as if it was staring at them, all of them, waiting. The guards words did sound or sounded genuine in the notion that whatever it was, it was dangerous and could kill them... but how was all Harry could wonder?

Before he even knew what was happening, Harry noticed too late that he was in the room with the thing and other D-Class, and the door shut behind them slowly and with a thud sealed tight. How this happened he has no idea.

"Ok." Started one of the D-Class whose eyes were on the creature. "Since you are new, you should be the one to clean the room."

Harry's eyes never moved from statue but he knew who the D-Class was referring to. Was this a hazing thing he wondered. He risked looking at the two D-Class who were also staring at it and they were both scared. This confirmed that whatever it was, they were frightened enough not to risk losing sight of it.

Harry looked back towards 'it' and then in the corner furthest from all parties where a bucket and mop was placed with some cleaning fluids; borax by the looks of it. He took a deep breath and moved slow yet with careful steps towards the cleaning tools.

Now and again Harry would glance back to see if anything has happened. It was just standing there, non-moving and still... like a statue... he giggled to himself slightly, but there was the hint of nervousness.

"WATCH YOUR STEP D-9341" Came the words over the loudspeaker spooking Harry who nearly lost his balance but not because of the noise. At his feet he saw some filth he had stepped into. He would have swore had he not taken a closer look and for the first time noticed what the filth actually was. His eyes were glued wide open with more worry now.

'Blood...' Harry mind echoed and now that he thought about it, most of the stains and mess everywhere was reddish in colour. 'What the fuck!' It was blood.

Harry thoughts eventually numbed him to the point that he did not notice that he had arrived next to the bucket and mop. Taking them he made work with preparing the tools for a thorough cleaning mission. Squirt, rinse and repeat. Once prepared he started on the floor and walls... furthest from... it.

It did not take long for Harry to make the surfaces on one side of the room sparkly clean, clean enough that you could eat of it. Benefits of being a in-house slave for years Harry thought, remembering his younger years at his relatives; how they worked him to the bone with chores like gardening and cooking. So it was no wonder why he was good at keeping a tiding house. This was possibly the only positive thing he gained from that hell.

"D-9341," The loud speaker echoed. "You have not finished so stop wasting time."

Harry was almost finished with the room... there was only one last hurdle to cross... the area surrounding the statue. He was starting to sweat now. This should not be problem for him he thought. He was Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One, so why was he so worried? It was just a statue, a creepy statue but still nothing more than a piece of art.

Harry walked with mop in hand and bucket at the ready. He was not but half its height away from it now and that was when he saw it, actually saw it.

While vaguely human-like it was something that was obviously not human. It could be mistaken for a deformed fetus of sorts or an overgrown alien.

But no, these were not what drew Harry in as he walked closer to it, not noticing that he was not holding the bucket and mop or the fact that the two other D-Classes, and intercom loud speaker were attempting to get his attention.

Harry was now right next to SCP-173, looking right at it, right into its eyes or what appeared to be its eyes.

It was with this action that Harry said one word, all but a whisper but a word that echoed in the room for all to hear.

"Legilimens."

Here is Chapter 1 of my story. Hope to read some positive reviews. Note to all reviewers: I don't mind constructive criticism, but I don't like flaming. Remember this before reviewing.