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So I recently discovered that the line breaks I added into previous chapters didn't upload correctly. I've gone back and edited them all in. Sorry for the confusion.
Dumbledore leaned backwards on his chair with his teacup, pleased by what Hagrid had told him. He had been very interested to hear about what had happened to Hailey in the years she had been missing. According to Hagrid's account, Hailey had been adopted by an American Muggleborn and was living in Montana. The Muggleborn, a man named Achilles Mardas, had apparently adopted Hailey without knowing her significance to the British magical world and taken her to a wizarding community in western Montana. He was relieved to hear that Hailey was safe, Dumbledore had feared she was either dead or the prisoner of one of Voldemort's followers. Or worse, raised as a Death Eater. He was looking forward to meeting the daughter of two of his close friends.
"Oh, an' she's got a cousin that's comin' ter Hogwarts this year too. A Muggleborn named Hermione Granger. They seem close," Hagrid reported.
"Well it will be good for Hailey to have a close friend before she even arrives at Hogwarts. I'm glad that Mr Mardas agreed to send Hailey here. Ilvermorny is a fine school, but it will be good for her to connect to her roots," Dumbledore concluded. He would also have to look at improving the defences on this community. With Hailey's last blood relatives dead it would be impossible to extend Lily's protection to cover a household like he had done for Privet Drive. Voldemort had difficulty gaining influence in the United States during the first war, but Hailey was still in danger.
Dumbledore suddenly realised that his friend was still waiting for him. Apologising for getting lost in his thoughts, he relieved Hagrid. The giant man awkwardly placed his teacup back on the table before leaving the room. When he had left, Dumbledore stood up from his desk and leaned on the balcony railing of his office, just thinking over the day's events. This would require a serious re-evaluation of his plans.
His musing was interrupted by the letter dropping onto the balcony floor. Dumbledore looked around for the owl, but couldn't find anything. He picked up the letter, which bore no address or name. Dumbledore checked the letter for any curses, before carefully opening it.
Dumbledore,
We need to talk. The Forest, Midnight.
-11
Dumbledore silently cursed as his robe was torn on one of the branches of the forest, resolving to fix it when he returned to the castle. He had to admit, he was nervous. They never contacted him without a very serious reason. And if they were sending him it meant something very big was going to happen. The elderly wizard walked through the Forbidden Forest, a cool breeze blowing through the branches above him, illuminated by the pale moonlight. The forest was quiet. Unnaturally quiet. The lights of Hogwarts had long since been snuffed out for the night, leaving Dumbledore alone in the forest.
He spotted something in the distance. A person, standing perfectly still in a small clearing. The wind had picked up in speed, now whistling through the trees and blowing through Dumbledore's robes. To his left, Dumbledore saw a figure emerge from the forest. Without having to look, he knew another identical figure had emerged from the right. Both were clad in thick blue cloth and metallic armour, wielding strange Muggle firearms. Their faces were concealed by a helmet and orange tinted visor. Displayed proudly on their shoulders was a circle with three arrows pointing inwards.
Paying his two escorts no mind, Dumbledore walked up to the solitary figure in the clearing. Though he doubted the man was truly alone. Knowing them, there were at least ten different people with guns pointed directly at his heart somewhere in the forest.
The man was wearing the same black armour as the men escorting Dumbledore, though he did not the same helmet as the others. Instead, his face was concealed by the long shadows cast by the trees, though Dumbledore could just make out the man's pale face and sharp features through the gloom.
"Good evening, Galen" Dumbledore said, stopping 3 metres from the figure ahead.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," O5-11 replied.
"What brings you here?" Dumbledore asked, getting straight to the point. These people were never ones for idle conversation.
"It's about a student that will be attending Hogwarts this year. Hailey Potter."
"What business does the Foundation have with Miss Potter?"
"I assume Hagrid has already told you where Hailey has been these past few years?"
Dumbledore said nothing, which Galen took as permission to continue.
"It's a lie. Hailey has been with the Foundation ever since she left Britain," Galen explained.
"What!? What have you done with her!" Dumbledore snapped, his calm temporarily broke. The Foundation must have altered Hagrid's memories, he realised.
This was bad. Very bad. If there was one thing Dumbledore didn't want, it was the SCP Foundation believing there was a reason to intervene in the magical world. Especially not with Voldemort. They had been left alone because the Foundation deemed them self-containing, and Voldemort's existence challenged that notion. Dumbledore knew what the Foundation was capable of doing. If they deemed the Wizarding World a threat to normalcy, the destruction they could cause would overshadow every magical war in the last 3 centuries combined.
"I assure you, Hailey has been taken care of. Dr Mardas has treated her like she was his own daughter," Galen reassured. Dumbledore composed himself before replying.
"Why tell me any of this? Why are you even allowing her to come here?" Dumbledore questioned, trying to determine the O5 Council's motive.
"We both know Voldemort isn't dead. And we both know Hailey is destined by your prophecy to be the one to kill him. Currently, this is our greatest chance of eliminating a threat to the secrecy of both our worlds without having us intervene. The Foundation still considers you an ally, Albus Dumbledore. We trust you are capable of dealing with our mutual enemy. But it would be best if we were kept in the loop regarding any plans made against Voldemort. As for why I'm telling you this, it will be beneficial for Hailey to have somebody that can help her maintain our secret. Plus, there will need to be certain… exceptions made for her while she attends Hogwarts."
"What 'exceptions' are you talking about?"
"Hailey is considered an asset to the Foundation. We will need her to return to the Foundation weekly. Leave the logistics of that to us, just make sure Hailey can leave Hogwarts for one day each week."
Dumbledore paused to consider what Galen said. Was that all the O5 Council wanted? To let Hailey leave Hogwarts on weekends? Dumbledore knew that the SCP Foundation always had a good reason for doing something, so there must be a reason for them to contact him over something so trivial.
Maybe this is some kind of test? Dumbledore had been an ally of the Foundation ever since he had vanquished Grindelwald. They must want to determine how willing he was to work with them when it came to Hailey Potter.
"Very well, I accept your terms," Dumbledore conceded, nodding towards the man opposite him. Galen returned the nod, indicating that their conversation had finished. Dumbledore turned to leave, before Galen spoke again.
"Oh Professor, allow me to fix that for you," Galen offered behind Dumbledore. He turned around to see the O5 Council member pointing towards the tear in his robes with a pointed wooden stick. Galen waved his wand in the direction of the tear, causing the fabric to stitch together, looking like it had never been torn.
"It was nice to see you again, Galen," Dumbledore said, smiling at the man. He walked out of clearing, turning back around one last time to see that the Galen and Alpha-01 had disappeared from the forest.
Dumbledore chuckled to himself as he walked out of the castle. Galen always had a flair for dramatics.
Hailey surveyed the floating lead room before her, both visually and within the confines of her mind. She ignored the bright lights, the chaotic twisting metal and the rushing water, and just focused on 'feeling' the spaces and densities, trying to find the spot she was looking for. To truly describe this feeling would be impossible, the best Hailey could do was describe it like 'seeing' a distorted and shifting image of mass and 'feeling' the subtle tugs on gravity within her mind. She scanned the room before her, narrowing in on a large region of low density near the centre of the chamber.
"SCP-5536, please enter the containment chamber," a voice announced over the intercom, barely registering in Hailey's mind.
Focusing on this small region of space, Hailey let all her earthly senses fade into the background, feeling only herself and that small region of space. She then 'pushed' herself, stepping out of reality in a flash of blue and reappearing within that small region of space. Shaking her head, Hailey let her focus on space and gravity fade from her mind, gradually regaining control over her senses and body as her headache faded away.
She now saw the room not as a subtle tug on spacetime but as a dim metallic cube, it's only other occupant a decayed elderly man covered in a black foul-smelling ooze, though Hailey was long since used to the smell. The man appeared dead, like he had laid here months ago and never moved since. But Hailey knew better. As if on cue, the corpse-like figure began to stir, opening its sunken eye sockets and staring at her with its glowing blue eyes.
"Hello Grandfather," Hailey greeted the creature with a smile. The creature's own leathery face broke into a creepy grin. To anyone else, this grin would have been described as sinister, a promise of unending madness and torment, but to Hailey it told her Lawrence was happy to see her.
"Haillley. It hass beeen a long time sssince I lasst saw you," Lawrence chided in his hollow and echoing voice, propping himself up against the wall. Hailey looked guiltily at Larry, rubbing the back of her neck absentmindedly.
"Sorry, my life has been pretty busy over the past few weeks. I've discovered I have a cousin, been invited into a boarding school for reality warping and travelled all the way to the United Kingdom. But I am sorry I didn't visit you more often," Hailey relented, offering her apology.
"Well you ssshould be. Typical youttth, nno time for theirrr elders. But I fforgive you," Lawrence teased. Hailey chuckled at his antics, leaning across the small cell to give the man a hug, which he returned.
She still remembered vividly the first time she had met SCP-106. Hailey must have been 9 (or was it 8?) years old, lying terrified on her bed as the containment breach alarm blared through the facility.
"Hailey you have to stay in this room. No matter what you hear, you will not leave this room," Achilles urged in a panicked voice, trying to make himself heard over the blare of the alarms.
"What's happening dad? Why is it so loud?" Hailey stuttered, fear in her voice. She didn't like the loud alarm.
"There's been a breach. A dangerous SCP has escaped containment," Achilles explained to the panicked girl. "Hailey, I need you to pinky promise me you will stay safe. OK?"
"OK, but pinky promise you'll come get me after!" Hailey stuttered. She noticed Achilles seemed somewhat hesitant to make his promise, but he still allowed Hailey to wrap her delicate little pinky around his larger one. He stepped out of the room, giving her one last reassuring look before sealing the doors of her containment unit.
Hailey curled up on her soft bed, trembling in fear. She tried to drown out the sound of the alarm by placing a pillow over her head. The pillow prevented her from seeing the black stain that had appeared on the wall at her feet.
A pale claw-like hand reached through the corroding metal, covered in a sickly black slime. Hailey remained oblivious as the rotting figure pulled itself out of the wall and into the room, looking at the trembling little girl with an expression of curiosity and anger.
It was the smell that alerted her to his presence. The foul odor penetrated her nose, causing tears to well in her eyes. Hailey lifted her head out of the pillow, turning to face the figure that had invaded her containment unit.
She let out a cry of fright, teleporting in a flash of blue into a random unused containment unit. She collapsed onto the cold metal floor, legs no longer capable of holding her. Placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart, Hailey tried in vain to calm herself. The alarm still blared, only increasing her panic.
Behind her, another wall began to turn black with corrosion. The rotting man again dragged himself out of the wall while Hailey remained oblivious.
"Heelllooo tthhheerree," the man hissed, bringing Hailey out of her panic attack.
She spun around to look at the entity, who was looking at her with it's pale blue eyes. She tried desperately to attempt another teleportation, stumbling backwards until her back hit the opposite wall. The figure stepped out of the black void fully, leaning down to look at her.
"Whoo are yyou?" the figure demanded in a cold and hollow voice that seemed to echo in Hailey's mind.
"H-Hailey," she stuttered. The figure continued to slowly walk towards her, causing the metal of the floor to rust with each step he took. Why couldn't she teleport?
"Mmy nname is Lawwrrence," the creature, Lawrence, replied. Hailey caught a brief look of confusion pass along the man's face, like he was confused by what he'd said.
"Why a-are you ch-chasing me?" Hailey asked, leaning further against the wall.
"Yyou arre the one the otthhers speak of, yess? Five Five Three Ssix?"
"Y-yes? I am SCP-5536. Who are these 'others'?"
"The ones tthat rroam outsside these wallss. I hear theirr whisspers. They sspeak of you offten. They ssay you ccould be ussed againsst me. I wwanted to deny themm the opporttunnity. But alll I ffind is a litttle girl?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Lawrence!" Hailey shouted, trying to convince the creature to not hurt her. She tried to feel the space outside the room to teleport, but something about this entity made it hard for her to focus.
"Thaat namme. Whhhy do you ccall me thaat?" he questioned. Did he not remember introducing himself?
"You told me that was your name?" Hailey replied as she edged across the wall.
"No. I do nnot knoww that namme," Lawrence whispered, more to himself than to Hailey. He had paused in his slow walk towards her, lost in his own thoughts as he tried to search for something.
Images flashed through SCP-106's mind. A hug from a beautiful woman. A firm handshake and a smile from an elderly man. An explosion of mud and fire shaking the Earth itself. But above all, a name. An identity.
Lawrence
Somehow, he knew these were memories. Things he had long-since forgotten. Had this girl somehow caused him to remember his long-forgotten past?
He suddenly realised why the scientists thought this girl could stop him. He could remember feelings he could no longer feel and memories he had long since forgotten. This girl forced him to feel human again.
And yet, Lawrence could not bring himself to kill her. He liked the feelings these memories gave him. Joy, love, contentment. He even enjoyed the feelings of fear, regret and sadness, which Lawrence didn't even know he could feel.
Hailey had paused her pitiful attempts to escape, looking curiously at the stunned SCP. He seemed lost in his thoughts, completely ignoring Hailey even as she felt her teleportation powers return. She contemplated teleporting away again, but this creature had tracked her before. If it could track her, what was the point in teleporting? She'd wait and see if the SCP was hostile before taking the risk of angering it with her teleportation.
As it turned out, Hailey had no reason to worry. SCP-106 sunk back into the floor, leaving Hailey alone in the abandoned containment unit. She walked around the room a few times, just to make sure the creature wasn't following her, before teleporting out of the cell and running towards the guard room to tell them what happened.
Lawrence had been lured back into containment. How, Hailey did not know. The scientists had spent a whole day asking her what SCP-106 had done while he was around her. She was still terrified, but had answered all their questions. It had been late at night before Hailey had been allowed to sleep in one of the temporary containment units. But when she woke up, she'd found herself in a distorted and darkened parody of her original room.
That have been the first time she'd entered Larry's pocket dimension. After the fear had faded, Hailey spent hours talking to the man. He'd talked about his youth with enthusiasm, everything from his time as a soldier to the farm he grew up on. Hailey listened with interest, talking about her own upbringing and her life at the Foundation. He later confessed that he originally intended to keep her locked in his pocket dimension forever, drawing whatever happiness he could from the child by force, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something about how quickly the girl had accepted him despite his terrifying appearance and the sheer joy and excitement in her deep green eyes as she listened to him made him incapable of hurting her.
And so after her eyes had begun to close from exhaustion, Lawrence had picked her up and carried her sleeping form back into the real world, holding her close against his chest protectively, careful to not wake her as she drifted off to sleep.
Hailey had later been told her temporary room had been full of Foundation scientists and guards monitoring the portal she'd been taken into, including Achilles, when she returned. They'd all stared slack-jawed as SCP-106 cradled her sleeping form out of the portal and gently placed her on the bed,even tucking her under the sheets, before sinking back into the floor.
Hailey smiled at the memory, hugging the old man tighter. She broke her hug, leaning back against the cold metal wall.
"Ssooo, thiss schoool. What's itt like?" Lawrence asked, eager to hear about her life and the outside world.
"I haven't actually been to it yet. But it's one of the 5500 sites, all the way in Scotland," Hailey replied.
"Ahhh. I haaven't beeen to Scotland in a loonng time. Lovellly place, but sso far awway. Howw will you visit yourr lonely Grandpa?"
"The O5 Council has apparently negotiated for me to return to Site 19 weekly. How, I have no idea," Hailey shrugged. "I certainly can't teleport across the Atlantic Ocean."
"I ccould take yyou back."
"Grandpa, we both know the Foundation will never approve of that. You don't exactly have a good track record for containment breaches."
"Bahhh! I hhaven'tt brokenn conttainmment all mmonth!" Lawrence whined, crossing his arms in mock irritation.
"It's the 4th of August."
"Sso? Still havven't brokenn containmennt all monthh!"
Hailey crossed her arms and pouted, mirroring the older SCP.
"Moving on from the dubiousness of your logic, I also met my cousin for the first time a few weeks ago. Her name's Hermione. They allowed her family to visit the site. She's a nice girl, and really smart too! Hermione told me stuff about the wizarding world she read that I don't think even dad knows! And dad knows everything!" Hailey gushed, eager to give her friend praise.
"I'd llike to meeet thiss coussin of yourss."
"That's probably not a good idea. At least for now," Hailey explained. "I'm sorry Grandpa, but you're scary. You scared the hell out of me-"
"Llanguage!" Lawrence interrupted, pointing accusedly at Hailey.
"-when I first met you and I don't think introducing her to a Keter-Class anomaly that can cause things to rot by touching them is the best thing to do. The scariest SCP Hermione has encountered so far has been 999!" Hailey exclaimed, ignoring Lawrence's interruption.
"I ddid sayy I was ssorry," Lawrence muttered.
"And I forgave you years ago!" Hailey assured, leaning over to wrap her tiny arms around Lawrence's bony torso.
"Ddid you gett the chance to use the skills I ttaught you?"
Hailey rolled her eyes. Once she had told him she was going to be leaving Site 19, he had insisted on teaching her "proper manners for a young lady". Though she had to admit, it did come in handy with that woman in the robe store.
"You know, one day I'd like to hear how you know so much about female etiquette."
The sounds of his laughter echoed through the small room.
"Yyou are way too yyoung to hear tthat sttory!" Lawrence smirked, patting her head with a superior look on his face. Hailey huffed and crossed her arms in irritation. She was a big girl now, she could handle it!
"Prrromise me you'll sstay safe," Lawrence demanded, suddenly deadly serious and looking down at Hailey with a stern look in his steely blue eyes.
"I'll try!" Hailey agreed.
He knew that danger always seemed to find the little girl, but he still wished she'd be more cautious. The Foundation would probably look down upon him travelling all the way to Scotland to liquify anybody who hurt her.
Lawrence chuckled in his head. It sometimes scared him how quickly this tiny human had wormed her way into his rotting heart. He must be going soft in his old age.
"Annd do visssit more offten! Otherrwise I'll persssonally break into tthat school of yyours and drag you into mmy pockett dimension!" Lawrence promised. Hailey gave no response, just tightened her hold on him.
He entertained her for the remaining hour with tales from his youth. Hailey listened with awe as Lawrence told her stories from days as a soldier of the First World War. He was midway through describing the Battle of the Somme when an automatic alarm blared, signifying the end of his time with Hailey.
They exchanged farewells and a final hug before Hailey disappeared in a flash of blue. Lawrence smiled slightly before lying back down on the metallic ground, resuming his hibernation.
"I will never understand why wizards feel the need to locate their important sites in some of the busiest places in Britain," Hermione scoffed, pushing her trolley through the crowds of people at Kings Cross Station.
"Maybe this place wasn't as busy when it was first designed?" Hailey suggested, turning questioningly towards Achilles, pushing her own trolley forward. Hedwig hooted in her cage as Hailey swerved to avoid a crowd of people.
"I'm not too sure. The magical world doesn't really have much infrastructure of its own, so they might have needed to use non-magical railways for transport," Achilles shrugged in a hushed voice as he trailed behind the girls, gazing at the trains passing by.
"36 years old and you're still obsessed with the railway?" Helen smirked at Achilles, noticing his interest.
"Hey! Trains are cool."
"What are you talking about Aunty Helen?" Hailey questioned.
"When we were kids, our parents often had to work late so I was stuck with babysitting your father," Helen explained. "We lived near a railway. Achilles would always laugh and clap his little toddler hands every time a train passed by. It was the cutest thing you'll ever see!"
Hailey giggled, seeing Achilles' bright red face. The thought of him as a toddler amused her.
"Well, here we are. Platform 9 and Platform 10. How were we supposed to enter again?" Daniel asked.
"Something about running into the barrier? Though I'm not sure which side of the barrier we're supposed to run into," Achilles trailed off, scanning the barrier for any signs of how to enter. "Though of course Hailey and Hermione have to enter first since none of us are magical."
Hailey and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged. It wasn't like they could just ask the railway guards. Just as Hailey was about to suggest running into a random side of the barrier and seeing what would happen, a group of redheads passed them.
"-packed with Muggles of course-" a plump woman said, talking to five children each with flaming red hair. The four boys were pushing trolleys like Hailey's while the fifth, a young girl, trailed behind them. The woman seemed to be saying goodbye to the oldest boy.
Daniel had also noticed the family. He nudged Helen and Achilles and gestured towards the family of redheads.
"Pardon me madame, but you wouldn't happen to know how to access the platform?" Daniel asked the woman, pointing towards the barrier.
"Oh it's quite alright. You just have to walk straight at that side of the barrier. Don't stop or be scared or you'll crash into it," the woman replied, turning back to give the oldest boy a hug and a kiss goodbye. "Percy here will demonstrate."
The boy walked confidently towards the barrier, disappearing right through it as if the bricks didn't exist.
"Thank you madame. I'm Daniel Granger, but please call me Daniel," Daniel said, shaking the woman's hand. "And over there is my wife Helen, my daughter Hermione, my brother-in-law Achilles Mardas and his daughter Hailey."
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Molly Weasley, you can call me Molly. These are my sons Fred, George-"
"Honestly, woman, I'm George, he's Fred. It's not that hard to remember!" one of the twins interrupted.
"Oh sorry George. Anyway, this is Ron and my daughter Ginevra. The one that went through already is my third eldest Percy. Is it Hailey and Hermione's first time at Hogwarts? Ron's starting out this year too," Mrs Weasley said, placing her hand on a thin, gangly freckled boy.
The boy, Ron, gave the two cousins a wave which they returned enthusiastically
"Yes Mrs Weasley. This will be our first year," Hermione confirmed.
"Well then I'm sure my boys will be nice to you two," Molly promised, looking pointedly at the two twins. "Anyway, we best be getting into the station. George, you go first."
"I was kidding earlier, I am Fred!" he replied, running through the platform before his mum could reply, followed closely by George. Mrs Weasley sighed, and gestured to Hermione and Hailey.
"You two go through before Ron. I'll help your parents enter."
Hermione went first, running towards the wall. Hailey held her breath as Hermione drew nearer, exhaling with relief when she'd passed through the brick wall. Hailey followed, closing her eyes as she ran through the barrier. She felt a sharp tug on the space around her.
There was an entire station down here! A scarlet steam engine stood proudly in the centre of the vast building. Hermione beckoned her forward, where she was waiting with Fred and George who were helping her load her bags in an empty compartment. Behind Hailey, Ron appeared through the wrought-iron archway she had come from, followed closely by the parents. Achilles seemed to furiously analyse every detail of the room while the Grangers talked amiably with Mrs Weasley.
Hailey followed Hermione, shouldering her bags into the compartment.
"Would you like a hand with that?" one of the twins offered.
"Yes please!" Hailey thanked. The two boys helped stow her bags on the corner of the compartment. She thanked them profusely, wiping sweat from her forehead. Her hair must look horrible right now. She'd have to brush it before they reached the school.
"Mum, did you hear Hailey Potter might be coming to Hogwarts this year!" the youngest Weasley gushed to her mother as she said her last-minute goodbyes.
"You might have mentioned it a few times, Ginny," Rom remarked with a grin. He turned to look at Hailey, ignoring his sister's pout. "Hailey Potter is pretty famous in our world. Ginny is crazy about her. You'll probably meet her later."
"Yeah, I bet," Hailey stammered guiltily.
Achilles turned sharply to look at her, but made no comment. She didn't like being deceptive, especially to people who had treated her with such kindness. But Hailey didn't want Achilles to feel like she was rejecting him as a father nor did she want a repeat of what happened in the Leaky Cauldron.
While Mrs Weasley fussed over her sons, Achilles and the Grangers said their goodbyes to Hailey and Hermione.
"Now, I want you two to stay safe. Take care of each other, OK?" Helen insisted. They both agreed, hugging her. Hermione remained in the hug longer while Achilles pulled Hailey aside into an empty alcove to talk with her.
"Is something wrong, Hailey? You can tell me, I won't be mad," Achilles asked, placing his hand on her shoulder to provide comfort.
"It's just… you're my dad. You were the one who raised me. I don't want you to feel like I'm choosing them over you," Hailey stammered, her lip quivering.
"Oh muffin, you'll always be a Mardas to me. Don't ever feel like you need to deny your parentage to appease me. I'll love you no matter what," Achilles promised, crouching down to pull her into a hug. "This school will expect Hailey Potter. If that's who you want to be, I won't mind. Hailey Mardas, Hailey Potter, SCP-5536. It doesn't matter. You'll still be my daughter."
"Thanks dad, your the best!" Hailey cried, wrapping her arms around the larger man.
Achilles beckoned Hermione over after they broke the hug. Her cousin walked through the thinning crowd to where Achilles was standing.
"I don't think I need to stress that both of you are not to reveal anything about the Foundation without O5 approval. Understand?" Achilles said, looking down at them both with a stern look.
"I understand," Hailey and Hermione said at the same time.
"Now Hailey, the Headmaster is aware of the Foundation's existence. He has agreed to facilitate you leaving Hogwarts weekly. We've got a plan to get you back to Site 19 that should be ready in a few weeks, he'll give you instructions on the day."
Achilles directed them back towards the train. Most of the students had already entered the train, including the Weasley boys. Mrs Weasley was talking amibley with the Grangers while Ginny waited, looking bored. They broke their conversation when the two girls arrived.
"Now, you two best be getting on the train now," Achilles insisted.
"I love you, dad," Hailey grinned, wrapping her arms around Achilles' legs.
"I love you too, Hailey."
Hailey broke her hug and climbed up into the compartment with Hermione. They each leaned out the window to wave as the train began to pull away from the station.
Achilles watched with a sad look as the train shrunk in the distance. His little girl was growing up. He was scared for her, but he knew Hailey would love it at this new school. Daniel and Helen were holding each other and staring wistfully at the place the train with Molly Weasley.
"Well," Helen began, turning to Mrs Weasley "would you and Ginny like to have lunch with us?"
AN: So here's the Weasleys and SCP-106's introduction. Next chapter Hailey is going to be arriving at Hogwarts and getting sorted. Fair warning, I've got some stuff to work on this week, so I might not be able to get a chapter done by next weekend. Though I should be good for the weekend after.
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WriternotAuthor: No worries, glad to help. If you have anymore questions, I'll be happy to answer them. Leave a review or PM me.
Yukine-ren: Well here's SCP-106's introduction. I'll be including a lot more SCPs as the story progresses, but I want to introduce them in a way that makes sense and is meaningful to the plot (rather than just dump them all in the first few chapters). But they will be introduced. Some will even show up at Hogwarts.
As for Hailey's ability, I will be expanding it later into the story (origins, exact limitations and effects). It's a major plot point that would spoil the overarching narrative if I told you now.
SMantis: Trial and error. After they learned she could keep SCP-096 calm, the Foundation decided to expose her to other SCPs (though they did make sure Hailey couldn't be hurt, a few of these trials left some mental scars). One of these trials was restraining Hailey behind a glass wall with SCP-053 on the other side.
Hailey herself is not immune to the effects of SCP-053, rather SCP-053's ability does not recognise her as a target. If SCP-053 made eye contact with herself, she would not fly into a homicidal rampage. Likewise, Hailey's own ability of forming instantaneous "emotional bonds" means that SCP-053's ability recognises her as connected to SCP-053 and thus Hailey shares SCP-053's immunity to her own powers. This idea of a love bond comes from Harry Potter lore.
Guest: Good feedback, I'll try not to shift POV too much. Also, for reasons that will be explained later, anything "human" (normal people, wizards, human SCPs) aren't as heavily affected by Hailey's "charisma boost" unless they are really "receptive" (it would be easy for her to be friends with them normally). But for people like that (Achilles, Hermione, Ron, Hagrid) they would have been her friend really easily anyway so the existence of her power is pretty redundant when interacting with them. I'll include a proper in-universe explanation for the limits of this soon.
Hailey's ability did play a part in her meeting with the Malfoys, but more importantly was the fact that she unknowingly acted like a Pureblood by displaying proper mannerisms and demonstrating that she had been involved in the magical world long before receiving her Hogwarts letter. In canon, Harry is meek and doesn't know anything about the magical world. Draco thinks "definitely a Mudblood". In this story, Hailey is confident and unintentionally states she has been heavily involved in the magical world well before arriving at Hogwarts. She says "Some of my dad's… friends... introduced me to the National Quidditch League when I was young" which for Draco means that 1: her dad is a wizard, 2: her dad has friends (actually American wizards working with the Foundation) involved in Quidditch (thus, her dad might be influential) and 3: Hailey knows and has been involved in the American magical world "since she was young" (which means she was raised as a witch). Combined, Draco (and Narcissa) now think Hailey comes from an influential American wizarding family and thus would be a potential ally for the Malfoys. I'm sorry if I didn't make this interaction clear.
And yeah, Hailey will definitely collect a few important artefacts and creatures for the Foundation.
Guest: Oh. I didn't know about that. Do you think I should move the story?
cave43: Both. Hailey has anomalous abilities that the Foundation doesn't believe is consistent with an instance of SCP-5500 (she can do things wizards can't). So she can't be considered a baseline SCP-5500 instance. Also, due to the sheer impossibility of giving every single site, person, creature, spell, book ect in the Harry Potter universe it's own designation, SCP-5500 is a catch-all term for anything related to the magical world not contained by the Foundation, with contained items, objects or people being given their own designation.