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Harry Potter and the SCP Foundation

Chapter 3 - Good afternoon

There are days when one has to say, this is the day we dodged the bullet.

Throughout the entirety of human history and experience moments have come and gone where Armageddon has been prevented, and it is usually because of a few good men and woman. When your a employee of the SCP Foundation this more true then ever before because every second of everyday is a constant reminder that at any given time, the end is most definitely nigh, and that it is prevented by someone's sacrifice.

But this time is different, this time it was not some random scientist or soldier that helped secure, contain and protect.

This day was saved by an SCP.

By the time things calmed down it did not take long to arrange proper containment measures to seal up SCP-173's cell. Man power and resources were readily available; methods were used that no one outside the SCP Foundation could ever conceive of in their wildest dreams to fix the what was damaged. The blast door, along with the walls in the interior cell needed a thorough checking over due to numerous traumas and strange affects happening in the very room.

And whatever it was, it was... law defying.

By the time damage control was up running to rush and fix this event, rumours were already spreading among the clergy groups like maintenance, electrical and teams of scientists.

The rumour mill was that SCP-173 did all this, that it all the damage made was by it alone and on first impressions you would think this was the case. But something did not add up to the more curious people waddling around the containment. One did not need to be an analyst or forensic expert to notice strange goings-on.

Looking at the door one could kind of see how SCP-173 could lift it. Not much is known about whether it has a certain level of strength apart from its swift but efficent neck snapping which hints at something at least peak human efficiency. One of its most unique traits is the speed in which it moves, the very trait that scares and impresses all, the trait that only comes into affect when it's not being observed. So to hear that it lifted a blast door that can take a heavy pounding from gun fire and explosives brings up more questions on what else can it do when not be watched.

Curious indeed was the overall thought.

For Doctor Rallim though, curiosity was not on his mind in the same manner as those other people around him. As they tinkered around, scanning, sampling every crook and cranny for anything that may mean something he was standing in the cell with his hands in his lab coat pockets where his attention was focused right on SCP-173 whom at this very moment was not doing much. Yes it was still as statue 'heh' and yes it was staring directly at the good doctor with its arms out as if reaching for him. It could at any moment attack if you look away for one single moment and that would be the song he wrote.

But this time there was a different song being sung.

"Doctor Rallim we are ready." Came the voice of another scientist, a female scientist who was staring at SCP-173 with worry in her eyes.

Rallim said nothing and turned around where walked past his colleague and into the control area of the cell through the blast door. His silence as he walked out spoke volumes of what he was thinking and feeling right now. For a moment one could almost see the tension in his shoulders as he kept on moving, and still while not looking at SCP-173. The fact that he turned his back without making sure that someone was watching the sculpture should have set off alarm bells for all but no one seemed to make this known as he moved with purpose... and he was not the only one making this colossal mistake in containment procedures for SCP-173.

The scientists and maintenance workers were making the same mistake, their attention was elsewhere and not on the danger which at present had not moved a single inch out of place. For the first time ever, SCP-173 stood still as a statue.

What was going on? Curious indeed... incredible more like it.

-[]-

Harry yawned as he rubbed his eyes of the sleep in them. As he came to he noticed that he was once again lying on a bed similar from before. Like before he took a look around his surroundings and was not surprised by the decor.

'A white cell again... only bigger' He thought, but he also noticed something else apart from spaciousness he was in. "That is one big mirror!"

In front of him across from his bed was mirror that took up most of the wall space like some gigantic portrait. With the way the rooms lighting reflected of the white walls, Harry could easily now make out most of the room; and the mirror amplified this affect. He saw himself within the reflection as he stood up from the bed and watched as his movements were mirrored, quite literally. He was still wearing the orange jumpsuit from earlier which had some rips and tears splotched on different parts of his anatomy.

There was no other forms of furniture; just the bed which he now noticed was in dead centre of this room. And opposite the mirror on the others side of the room, exactly in line with the mirrors centre was a door with same design as others he has seen and above it a camera aimed right at him; its red light blinking at him as if evaluating him.

Harry moved around the room while keeping his eyes on the camera which nit surprisingly followed him which confirmed he was being watched at this moment. He then moved towards the wall mirror and watched himself as his reflection got larger.

He had seriously contemplated making faces at this moment.

-[]-

Nerves were a man's best friend. They tell you when you are in pain and when you need to get checked out for problems to your health. They are also good at telling you when you should be worried; especially when confronted with something new and potentially dangerous.

"Subject is approaching sir."

For Agent Ulgrin this was one such moment. He watched as the D-Class personnel, D-9341, approached close his position in the observation room behind the one-way mirror and as he watched he still found it astonishing that someone so un-seemingly could be SCP. If it had not been for the witness reports, he would not believes that a spectacle wearing and almost scrawny looking man could be a threat. It was just so unbelievable.

"Has he noticed us?" Ulgrin asked his fellow security guard.

"Unknown sir, " He responded "but it seems very unlikely."

Ulgrin made a noticeable sigh at that. "Don't be so sure. Remember where we are." He said rhetorically.

"Yes sir..." the guard turned to his superior "... sir... if this man is an SCP what do we do if he tries leaving the room?"

Ulgrin looked down at the guard with a cold indifference in his eyes. "What you've been trained for." He spoke ominously.

No more words were exchanged as they continued to watch the individual in the room who until recently was designated D-9341. In the time that passed they watched as he walked around the room with no clear path it seemed. He appeared to be just exploring, nothing more. The only noticeable thing he was doing was where he would circle the room as he outlined the wall with his fingers.

It looked harmless.

Ulgrin turned around when the door to the observation room opened and two scientists walked through.

"Doctor Rallim," He spoke towards the now identified scientist. "I was wondering when you would bless us with your presence."

Doctor Rallim smiled "When ever have I been anything but punctual and timely Agent Ulgrin." He responded as he took his position next to the agent. "So what do we know about our... friend?" He waved his hand towards the subject behind the mirror.

"Nothing of note. All he has done since waking is explore." Ulgrin sounded impatient. "If he had any anomalous abilities outside of what was witnessed with SCP-173 he has not demonstrated them."

Rallim looked into the room and he could only agree with Ulgrin. The subject was walking around aimlessly and has been doing so for while now. Whether something was wrong could not seen; they would need to do more close examination to confirm that and the subject may not appreciate some of the more evasive procedures.

"Why hasn't he gone for the door?" Ulgrin turned towards the other scientist who arrived with Rallim; taking notice of her for the first time. Short, blonde, blue eyes with a almost aristocratic face but hinting towards more commonly.

She was a petite thing he thought. "You're the scientist so you tell me?"

The female scientist looked put out by that response and became sheepish as her head lowered as if she was trying to vanish. She turned towards her co-worker for assistance and all she got was laugh for that from her fellow scientist who then spoke towards the guard.

"We don't know either Agent Ulgrin which is why we are here." Rallim headed towards the exit. "Let's go ask him. So please bring him to us... unspoiled please."

Everyone in the room gave Doctor Rallim a 'what the fuck look'.

-[]-

Harry had finally cracked it; the mystery behind this room, the mystery behind why he could not get. The conclusion was so simple that it should have been obvious from the start and he could only berate himself for not taking notice sooner.

It was not some spell or charm that contained him, oh no. The simple truth was that he was simply and mundanely... locked in behind a very secure room. And he did not need to go to the door to know this.

He avoided the door because it was the same as the door from the other room he awoke in; no doorknob meant that it opens from one side only. Instead he took the time to explore and looked around trying to see if there was anything that can tell him what was going on.

He thought about using his magic to escape the room and this whole facility but remembered that he was possibly in danger of being shot if he showed anything that can be mistaken as an attempt to escape. A outfit like the SCP Foundation probably had state of the art means of stopping people like him so it was a big no on the bust-out plan... for now at least.

So instead he did the next best thing.

While exploring the room he did a little experiment with his magic; nothing flashy or too big to draw attention but small enough to be effective to his needs but invisible to the naked eye. And what he learned was that was enough to make him more worried then he already was before coming in this room.

Just as Harry was about to continue with his experiment; just to be certain, the door opened.

Two guards walked in with their guns at the ready, slightly shaking but not enough to prevent them from riddling Harry with holes.

Harry looked at them and sighed. "Let me guess, you want me to follow you right?" He asked. All he got for his question was pinching pain in his neck.

It happened so fast that he just did not register it before it was too late to respond. He started feeling drowsy all of sudden and then he fell over.

Tranquilizers are very effective Harry last thoughts were be falling into the land on Morpheus.

-[]-

When Harry finally awoke he found himself tied to a very secure chair with metal cuffs attached to the frame. In front of him was a table with instruments that he recognized as audio recording devices and the only other pieces of furniture in the room being two other chairs on the other side of the table. There was little light to speak of and there was single door he could make out on the other side of the room.

He could see a camera in a corner watching him and a recording camera on a tripod. It was from this that Harry guessed that he was possibly going to be interviewed... or interrogated whichever one comes first. He was finally coming face to face with someone official it would seem. All he could hope was that they were the nice kind of people and not clones of his evil relatives... or god forbid Dolores Jane Umbridge.

The door opened with a trademark hiss. Three individuals walked in; an armed guard, followed by two scientists, a man and woman. As soon as they had all entered, the door shut quickly behind them.

They were all locked in tight.

The guard stayed by the door while the scientists took the two vacant seats for themselves. They then proceeded to fiddle with the recording devices, preparing them for what Harry would hazard to be a very informative talk.

With some final touches to the microphone and recorder the male scientist got comfortable before he setting his sights forward; leaning his mouth towards the microphone, he pressed the record button.

"Good afternoon everyone. My name is Doctor Rallim and the SCP we are going to be interviewing today is SCP-6934."

Here is Chapter 3 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.