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Harry Potter and the SCP Foundation

Chapter 7 - Here Be Monsters

Alarms, the alarms were continuous, the echo with the same message over and over again; annoying as hell to those that care to listen but a constant reminder that hiding was not going to help on bit... this is what Harry was thinking as he moved down yet another corridor with the same redundant colour theme as the last he walked down.

The red and yellow alarm lights were starting to edge on Harry's last nerve which was further amplified as the surfaces all around him shifted from one colour to the next and back again. It reminded him blood, all that blood from the room where all over the place was what remained of the Foundation security who came in after... whatever happened... for the life of him he just did not remember.

But whatever happened in that room, he knew that he was responsible somehow and that is why he needed to get out of here before the ones in charge of the SCP Foundation decide to seal him a away or kill him for good.

The big problem that lay ahead right now was getting there and that was easier said than done.

From what he managed to extract, or gleam as he liked to put it, from Annette... well it should have been easy as pie to map out his way to freedom. Thanks to his mind reading magic he was able to use her past experiences and memories of where she walked in the facility to find the route to whatever door or exit she used to get in and out of here. Essentially he was putting himself in Annette's shoes as if he were the one to have walked these halls and corridors. Even better was that it also gave him a layout of whatever security or defences she had to go through which would allow him to avoid any unnecessary annoyances to his health. It was genius in his opinion...

... or so it should have been.

"This is Alpha Team, target is close."

The moment Harry heard the muffled voice in the distance he stopped, his right foot slightly suspended from making contact with the floor, stopped in his tracks as he did his best to not make any sudden sounds to alert his presence. Slowly he moved himself flat against the closest wall and did his best impression of a chameleon and attempted to blend in to his surroundings, which was like most things Harry has dealt with harder than it was cracked up to be. In his peripherals he saw the telltale signs of flashlights, which was soon followed by a swarm of about a dozen armed soldiers heading his way.

"Keep an eye out, SCP-6934 is somewhere here."

To Harry, this has also been a pain in the ass. These grunts who somehow no matter where he went were always one step behind him no matter how safe he thought he was in the moment. Whenever he thought he had lost them there they were, just around the corner, up the stair or behind that door. This was the game of chase Harry was finding himself in, every time he would pop away from them and end up in a new corridor or room, and because of this he was losing his advantage to move safely and freely through the corridors that Annette ventured from her memories. This was one the limits Harry had to deal with sadly which just sucked at the most inconvenient times. Annette's memories and experiences would only take him so far, and if he were to be redirected due to unforeseen consequences like these guards chasing him and end up in an unfamiliar location from her memories then the routes he learned would be useless, and he would be left once again as someone going up shit creek without a paddle.

And sadly, this was a corridor where Annette has never been so he has no clue what lay ahead for him... well he did and it was half dozen strong with weapons and bad attitudes.

The guards were getting closer now, and Harry had yet to decide on his next act. Should he just teleport away again? This was not an ideal solution; eventually these overzealous security guards will eventually get lucky. Say what you like about Harry, lucky has he has always been in the past, his streak would not serve him well with the SCP Foundation. Unlike any other organisation he has ever dealt with they have already proved to be competent enough and outfitted to deal with situations that involve the bizarre.

So Harry again had to be vigilant.

This left Harry with one other option at this moment. It may buy him time and it may also confuse the hell out of those hunting for him.

He just hoped it would work; so raising his right arm slowly so as not to draw any attention with his index finger pointed out he waved his arm around himself completing a circle, and his eyes glowed green lightly once he completed his task and just in time.

One of the guards pointed his gun down the corridor suddenly as if he saw something. He raised his arm with his fist clenched as he gave the signal to all his colleagues to be on alert as they walked further forward.

Harry was sweating buckets as they came right up next to him, exactly in front of him. Hoping that his odour is not noticeable because that would just make his day, exposed by stink. They were searching, on alert for anything that stood out. Harry's breathing was low but deep as he tried to control his bodily functions, trying to reassure himself that this would work and if it did not, then he would need to get a little hands on.

"Do have anything?" Spoke up one of the security guards as he looked directly towards Harry position.

Harry right hand slowly raised up once more, ready to perform another piece of magic. The guard was still looking towards him and yet he seemed to have not noticed Harry's finger pointing into his chest and the seconds passed like the breaths he was taking... and he waited.

Who would break first?

The guard looked one last time before turning towards his team. "It's nothing. I thought I saw something." He walked back into formation and Harry sighed as the guards continued down to hall.

Harry slid down the wall he was up against and could have screamed in joy at not being discovered but then that would defeat the purpose of what he had done. He waited a minute before moving even slightly.

'So they are able to track my position somehow, but the Disillusionment Charm can still hide me... I really love magic.' Harry thought and for the first time was thankful that he had another method of evasion available to him, but how effective it would be in future encounters was something he would need to learn about as he continued on.

As he walked down the corridor a thought that he could not get out of his head kept coming back to the forefront of his mind.

Ever since he awoke, back in the first room he wondered, why did he not use his magic up till now.

There were many methods he could have used to escape his prison cell and they could have been used much sooner he came to realize. At the time he thought that his lack of awareness on his limitations was due to him lacking his trusty wizards friend the magic wand. He believed himself be unarmed in a manner of speaking. But this was before he learned that he was able to use some of magic without a wand, and that was when he came to the conclusion that something was going on with him, that something really strange was happening with him.

While he could perform some wandless magic what really confused him and befuddled him was the fact that he could perform wandless magic with such grace and perfection. Last he remembered, he was not this good which is one of the reason most magicals use wands; it allows someone like himself to use his powers at the best and focus it far more effectively then without one... and yet he has proven, at least in these circumstances, that to be false.

What added to this strangeness was also the fact that he could also use some spells he has no recollection of ever learning or practicing, and yet he was able to perform one such charm without a wand and without words... the 'Capacious Extremis', the Extension Charm.

He still remembered how he traced out the runes for the charm in the large room with the mirror. His intention was originally to use a form of magical echo location to get a layout of the place but found that he was unable to. This fact shocked him because for there to be something that can block magic meant that the room was more than just a cell for holding someone in, it was made with the intention of holding much more exotic prisoners in mind. This was when Harry discreetly started placing the charm around the room, using his blood and saliva and placing small runes around the room. The idea was to destabilize the dimension in the room, or at least within the wall in relation to the open space that was the room so as to create enough damage to the foundations. This would allow him to escape while everyone is confused he had thought. However, this was before he gauged Annette's mind and learned that he was not in a normal scientific facility, before that he was certain that he could escape...

... but now, he was just uncertain of anything and everything.

"CODE YELLOW... EMERGENCY... CONTAINMENT BREACH... TO ALL ESSENTIAL PERSONNEL; SCP-682 HAS BROKEN CONTAINMENT... I REPEAT..."

Harry's first question on his mind was what the hell was SCP-682. He already knew that there were other things in this facility, contained like he was and that they all had similar designations. What distinguished them all, apart from the physical properties or how they looked was their level of threat they fell under.

What Harry learned from Doctor Rallim was that most SCP's fell into three categories along with a colour which matched you with your designated threat level. If you fell into any of the several colour threat levels then this would dictate how the Foundation would approach you.

And Harry had no idea where he fell under.

"CODE YELLOW... EMERGENCY... CONTAINMENT BREACH... TO ALL ESSENTIAL PERSONNEL; SCP-682 HAS BROKEN CONTAINMENT... I REPEAT..."

Harry berated himself for becoming distracted. There was time to find out what the hell was going on but he was not going to do so while standing around while a potentially dangerous SCP was now on the loose.

Just as he was about to make a dash he ducked all of sudden as an very fast object zoomed past his head. Looking behind himself, his eyes widened, at which point he ducked and moved to the bullets that zoomed around him. "OH FUCK, SHIT, FUUUUUUCK." He screamed as he avoided with great luck on his side. He jumped out of the way behind a pillar as a near hit nearly penetrated his buttocks. He looked oh so slightly around the pillar and had duck back as another bullet almost succeeded where the others failed. His first thoughts were that the charm must have worn off, conclusion... he was now exposed like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

"SCP-6934 SURRRENDER NOW OR WE WILL NOT HESITATE SHOOT." Shouted the lead guard.

'Really?' Harry could have sworn that they had already attempted that and failed. Either these paperback soldiers were reading from a script or they were just that stupid he thought. No matter, if they wanted to play so hard, Harry would oblige them very fucking hard.

The moment Harry moved out from his safe space he clapped his hands together with a resounding echo and then thrust them forward towards the now alert soldiers.

"ENGAGE, ENGAGE!" The leader shouted, but he was not quick enough on the draw.

"FLIPENDO" Harry shouted while his hands where spread open at the guards who found themselves flying backwards. Yet another example of Harry prowess with jinxes, this one being the Knockback Jinx, perfect for its namesake as it suggests, knocking its targets back.

The guards all impacted against the walls down the corridor where the excruciating sounds of thuds and impacts echoed throughout. One by one the guards attempted to get up as fast as they could the moment they landed, but they all looked to have suffered some serious bruising from that stunt. Wobbly legs and shakes from all the aches they new that they were going to suffer. Yet they all looked determined and pushed against the pain they must be feeling. Not too long after, their guns were once again aimed at Harry and this time they looked to not be in the warning mood... and neither was Harry for that matter wasted no time, who had his hand out ready but this time he performed a gesture with his right hand which took on a forward slash motion.

"VERDIMILLIOUS"

From his hand came an orb of glowing green energy, thrown from his hand like a baseball. The guards did not know what to make of it, had they been more alert then they would not have aloud what would happen next to take place. A flash of green light emitted all over the place with blinding intensity but that was not what caught the guards unprepared. The explosion that followed soon after was so powerful that it threw the guards back on the backsides once again, but then came the what appeared to be green sparks as the whole corridor became surrounded by numerous little sparks; a battleground of little explosions which then began attacking the guards.

None could stop the onslaught as each spark that made contact soon went off in a mini explosion that shot the guard hard into a wall or up onto the ceiling before gravity decided to drop them back down hard for their arrogance. It was like watching numerous little lasers going off in such quick succession that no one would know where it first started.

But it had to end eventually.

The green light began to fade and with it the pyrokinetics. The only one left standing was Harry who walked through the mess he made, being careful not to step on any of the downed and virtually unscathed guards who were groaning in pain.

'Served them right.'

The best thing about the charm Harry used was it was both good for distracting and offensive situations, and depending on how much power you put into it, it could take down an entire force very effortlessly.

"Alpha team bzzzzzzzzzzz respond..."

Harry looked down at one of the guards where he noticed that one of their radios was still buzzing, even after the beat down he just laid on these professional foot soldiers. The static it was emitting was probably due to his magic and yet he would have to admit that the SCP Foundation has some very durable toys if they managed to function after what he did.

"Get bzzzzzzzzzzz danger close bzzzzzzzzzzz 682 bzzzzzzzzzzz"

Harry was curious now. He had heard that number not too long ago, when the warning message spoke about another breach... SCP-682 he recalled.

"ALPHA TEAM bzzzzzzzzzzz GET OUT F-WING NOW! bzzzzzzzzzzz"

Harry covered ears when the static scream came out the radio. "What the hell are they on about? What could possibly have them so eager to..." He did not get to finish his sentence.

The corridor vibrated, a thumping sound could be heard like something large was banging on the exterior. Harry eyes darted all around him, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from but the whoever designed these walls made it so that sounds were filtered and appeared to be coming from all directions.

"What the hell!" Harry whispered.

The corridor vibrated again, the thumping was much harder now but this time Harry saw what appeared to be a distinct warp in the wall further down the corridor. It was very large dent coming outwards... very large.

"ALPHA TEAM RESPOND bzzzzzzzzzzz SCP-682 IS IN YOUR AREA bzzzzzzzzzzz"

Harry was now a little worried... no scratch that he was now lot of worried. The amount of panic he was hearing from whomever was communicating had him wanting to be anywhere but here right now. All it would take is him thinking about being anywhere that was safe then he could do a blind apparition; not an ideal move but the only thing that would guarantee his safe survival from whatever was coming through the wall in front of him.

His eyes focused on the unconscious security before him.

But then he thought about the guards, more specifically, what would happen to them if he left now? If the guy on the radio was scared then there had to be a good reason, and this SCP-682 sounded like a bad motherfucker, bad enough to call a retreat.

No Harry thought, no he could not leave them here undefended, especially in their state.

The corridor wall began to buckle and Harry could have sworn that he heard a heavy guttural growl. Time was wasting so Harry prepared himself as best as he could.

He began to gather some of weapons from the unconscious security, specifically the grenades they were carrying to which Harry almost swore at, thinking that these guys were willing to use explosives against him; that they were willing to go that far if necessary. When he gathered enough grenades he then looked at all the guards.

'They're close enough together.' He thought, and with a flick of his hand he cast a disillusionment charm over them.

When he was sure that they were well hidden he moved to a safe distance away from them. His plan was to keep whatever was coming through focused on him when it emerges and hopefully away from them. If all else fail, he would then get creative and a lot more daring.

The last barrier broke completely as a huge mass came roaring through the giant cavity it created. Harry nearly lost his footing and his hearing when it busted through as he did not expect the sudden amount of force it demonstrated. Dust and debris covered the corridor in a thick miasma, but he could still make out the shape in the mist.

The deep and heavy breathes it was making were noticeable as was its size but what really got Harry's eyes hooked was its appearance.

'What the fuck is this thing?' He thought, as his first assumption was that he was looking at an overgrown gecko or lizard of some kind.

It was eleven to fifteen feet in length and nearly took up all the space around it, cramping up the corridor almost, it would have been stuck had it not suddenly started turning itself around to face Harry's direction taking more of the surrounding walls down with it as circled fully; and as it did so one of its eyes... many eyes spotted him.

Harry gave serious consideration towards using his Legilimency right now but was too frozen in fear to mutter a word. The creatures eyes bored down at him, analyzing him, sizing him up to probably see whether he would make a fine meal. He gulped slightly, readied himself, mentally preparing for his first spell. The sweat he was excreting was starting to irritate his eyes as he could not stop blinking.

'Okay Harry, you got this.' Was his last thought.

"GRRRRRRRRR... SOOOOO... IT IS YOU..."

Harry lungs seized all breathing as he did not expect this. The giant reptile, SCP-682 spoke... speaking to him... it was intelligent.

"IT HAS BEEN SO LONG... HARRY POTTEEEEERRR."

Here is Chapter 7 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.