Disclaimer, I own neither the Harry Potter series nor any other series mentioned or involved in this. If you believed that I did, then you'd better check to make sure you aren't wearing 714.

Alright, here's the skinny of it,

The SCP 5050 (I'm sorry, they're making me put that part down) isn't going to your little school. As quaint as a drafty, millenium old castle would be, I doubt the kid would go somewhere his 360 wouldn't work, and I seriously doubt you sorry bastards could handle the kid.

That said, we're watching you punks, and we have more than a few contingency plans if you mess up like you did in the forties or the sixties, one of which involves a large, homicidal force of nature that is oddly friendly to the kid, so toe the line bitches.

Dr. ████████ Kondraki

P.S. Beware the Ukulele- Dr. Alto Clef

RED ALERT! RED ALERT!

"Get him, damn it!"

*Pomf*

"Damnit, D-1203, I said NO LETHAL FORCE! You're just making him harder to catch!"

"Sorry-"

"Don't say your sorry," The security officer yelled, "get your heads out of your asses and catch Ten-Ten!"

Suddenly, the red alert sirens stopped, the generic female voice replaced with a young boy's, "Home Free, fuckers!"

Some shuffling over the speakers, and the boys voice was replaced with an older mans, "You heard him, fuckers, everyone to the security office. Training exorcize over."

Alto Clef looked at the screen at poor saps that had just failed their training. It was an experimental program to elevate D-class to a sort of security force that wouldn't be 'disposed' of after a month...

Still D-class, but a higher class of D-class...

"So much for this group, huh?"

Clef looked to the boy in a swivel chair, playing Animal Crossing like he hadn't caught a head shot a few minutes ago...

And some bullets to the chest before that...

And tackled before that, snapping his neck...

"And I even gave them your file, too."

"Unaltered?" The boy asked, looking up from his game.

"Well..." Clef trailed off before the door opened.

"Hey, kid, c'mon, Bright wants your help with something."

"Aww," the boy groaned, "Do I have to? Last time I helped Bright, I died, like, five times. Can't I just go hang out with 682? Or maybe Fifty-Three?"

"I'm keeping an eye on him this time, kid. Now let's go, I've got shit to do."

A.N. So there, not the best, but I tried. It's actually based on an SCP idea I've been kicking around and thinking of submitting. Will I tell you? No, you gotta guess, and even then I'm not telling.

Edit: I changed his number, sorry, when I wrote it there was no 1010. For those who don't know what an SCP is, google it (Better yet, Google SCP-106, that's a good one to start on)