A/N: Thank you all who have favourited the story, I don't have a fully planned schedule so I'm putting this chapter on here for now.

Ducky30: I have proofread and checked over the previous chapter, thank you for the advice and the compliment.

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As soon as Harry read the letter and voiced the words in his head, a building appeared between number eleven and number thirteen. Moody took the note from Harry and set it on fire, the piece of parchment turned to ash in seconds.

"We haven't got all day Potter." Barked Moody, prodding Harry in the back with his wand.

Harry and the group headed up to the front porch and Moody opened it for them and let them in.

Harry stepped inside the house, it was somewhat decrepid, as if it hadnt been lived in for a decade until recently, but looked liked it had been somewhat cleaned. Harry made his way down the hallway and was told by Moody to remain quiet as they passed a painting that had a shabby and black curtain placed over it. Once Harry was at the end Tonks handed him his trunk.

"There is a meeting going on, but if you head on upstairs and you'll find the rest of your friends up their." Said Tonks with a smile.

"Thanks Tonks." Said Harry with a smile as he took his trunk and hauled it up the stairs, their were some heads of what looked liked previous house elves on the walls going up.

He stopped on the first floor, he opened the door to the left off the stairs in which he could hear muffled talking and movement from. He opened it and the first thing he heard was...

"HARRY!" a girl squealed as she flew right into him, embracing him in a hug, Harry was caught off guard but hugged her back, realising it was his bookish friend Hermione.

"Hermione, give the man some room to breath." Said Ron as Harry clapsed hands with him as they embraced in a bro hug.

After Ron hugged him he noticed Ginny in the room as well, she got up and the two embraced a little awkwardly, since they had never hugged before really since the chamber but it wasn't too bad, and Harry liked the smell of her flowery scent.

After they all settled down on Ron and Harry's beds, Harry asked them what had happened here since he got back from Privet Drive.

"Professor Dumbledore came round and told us we had to stay here, because of the threat of you-know-who now that he is back in a human form." Said Hermione.

Harry feigned ignorance to the information from Ginny's letter though she did pipe up before Ron could. "It's okay Harry you can tell them, I trust them." Ginny stretched her legs out on the bed a little as she spoke.

Harry sighed before looking at his two best friends. "Ginny sent me a letter about a fortnight ago, I know what this place is and what the group is called and all that before I even got in trouble for using magic to fend off two dementors."

Ron and Hermione sent questioning looks at Ginny who simply retorted back at them. "Well screw the bloody rules, Harry has more of a right to know than even Dumbledore, he's faced off against Tom more times than I remember."

Hermione looked like she wanted to chastise Ginny for what she did but Ron just shook his head apologetically. "You did the right thing Ginny, we were just worried we would get caught."

"It's okay, the issue is though that we haven't been told anything going during the meetings, even Fred and George, who are seventeen now don't know anything." Said Hermione

Speaking of the twins, the two of them popped in out of nowhere. "Mention our lovely names did you Hermione." Said George.

"We were wondering what the lot of you were up to on this fine evening." Said Fred.

"Mum still not letting you hear what's going on?" Asked Ron.

"No little bro." Said Fred.

"But even if we knew." Said George.

"We wouldn't be telling you." Continued Fred.

"Or you, Ginevra." Continued George, but a look from Ginny that made George reconsider his words, retracted the statement.

"Alright we probably would, and Harry." Said Fred

"I think I could maybe pull some strings if you like." Said Harry.

Everyone except Ginny gave confused looks but Ginny nodded proudly. "Very clever Mr. Potter, worthy of my dear twin brothers."

"Why thank you Ginny." Said Harry as the two high-fived each other.

"For those of use who are absolute dunderheads." Said George, pointing at Ron.

"Oi!" Said Ron in annoyance.

"I will just have to guilt trip them, I know Sirius would gladly keep me in the know, but I do deserve to know what's going on." Said Harry.

"Is it really a good idea though Harry?" Said Hermione. "Now that I think about it, maybe what they've been discussing is a closely kept secret and they don't want to risk it going out to too many people."

"Hermione you do raise a good point," began Ginny. "However Harry is right when he says he should at least be told some information, maybe not all of it, but some."

Their conversation was interrupted by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who told them that it was time for bed and Ginny and Hermione bid the boys goodnight, before heading into the room they were sharing.

"Jesus," Said Harry as he stretched his arms out on the bed. "I never realised how bloody tired I was."

"Well," Said Ron. "Being the boy-who-lived is so demanding."

"Shut it." Said Harry chuckling to himself as he changed into his pajamas before slipping into his comfy bed, well, much better than his bed at the Dursley's.

Harry woke up before Ron, he checked the time and it showed that it had only just gone half past seven, knowing he wasn't going to get any sleep.

Quietly, Harry put on some clothes and decided to head downstairs, he didn't know if anyone was up so he didn't want to disturb anybody still sleeping.

He reached the bottom of the stairwell and saw a room with a light on, it was the same room in which a meeting had taken place last night, he could hear quiet whispers.

He knocked on the door and it was opened by Sirius. Harry immediately hugged him as Sirius ruffled his hair.

"It's good to see you again." Said Harry.

He said hello to Remus as well who was at the table, he looked worse for wear and Harry had a feeling that was the full moon taking its toll.

"Were you two out last night then?" Asked Harry as he sat down on a chair along the large wooden dining table.

"Yeah, we both woke up at around six and I personally am too awake to get anymore sleep." Said Remus, sipping from his mug of tea, he spoke again. "What about you then?"

"Don't know why just can't sleep, though it's probably based on my normal sleep schedule from the Dursley's." Said Harry as Sirius passed him a mug of tea as well, his godfather and Remus frowned at the mention of his not so nice relatives.

"Can I join the club then?" Said a quiet female voice from the door.

Harry turned to see who it was and saw Ginny walking over to sit down next to him, she had faint bags under her eyes if one took the time to notice, she had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, her hair was a little messy, and she looked positively gorgeous.

What. No, she's Ron's sister and she's clearly a mess and here you are ogling her, you pratt.

Harry shook those thoughts out of his head as Ginny said "Hello."

"You okay Gin?" Harry asked as he took a sip of his tea.

She shook her head slightly. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Harry noticed that her skin had gone paler since yesterday, he was at a loss to say why, thankfully an answer to her situation had popped into his mind.

"Was it a nightmare?" Said Hartry cautiously, in truth he had nightmares.

"No." Said Ginny though not very convincingly. She felt Harry grab her arm gently and she turned to face him, Sirius and Remus had left the kitchen, giving them some privacy.

"Ginny, I know you aren't telling the truth," at her protest he continued. "I have them as well, there is nothing to be ashamed of, sometimes I forget that you've been through alot for a fourteen year old girl."

His compassionate and caring words hit home and Ginny breathed a heavy sigh, her eyes were sad, but their were no tears. "It's about Tom and the chamber."

Harry's seemed to tense a little though he let Ginny elaborate. "It consists of you killing the basilisk, and then I have to watch as y-you bleed out infront of me." Said Ginny taking a pause. "Fawkes doesn't turn up and I have to lay their as Tom taunts me about how I was weak and let him deceive me and I was nothing but a puny blood traitor- whore." She sniffled at the last sentence and leaned into Harry as he wrapped an arm round her shoulder.

"Ginny, listen to me," Said Harry as she looked up at him. "You are the bravest woman I've ever met, you are strong willed and brave and you have a heart of gold, Voldemort will not hurt you and I'm certainly not going to die."

Ginny smiled. "If you do die, I'll haul your arse out of your grave just too kill you myself."

"See," said Harry, chuckling lightly. "You have such a great personality and no one can say otherwise."

The two lapsed into silence before Ginny spoke up. "What about your nightmares?"

Harry sighed and settled down his empty mug. "Well it's a mix, usually it's just a lot of green light from when Voldemort murdered my parents, but sometimes it's different. Sometimes it's my uncle, whipping off his belt and beating me for something so silly and not even my fault, running from Dudley and his gang of bullies."

Ginny looked shocked about the nightmares relating to his relatives, she had heard he wasn't treated well, Fred and George hadn't been lying when they said he had bars on his window and they had to pull them off with some hooks, clearly it was a whole lot worse.

"Sometimes I just hear voices telling me I'm not good enough, just like my good for nothing drunk parents as my relatives called them, sometimes I used to think my name was freak, because that's how Uncle Vernon referred to me as." Harry continued before he stopped and realised how far he'd gone. "I'm sorry, I think I talked your ear off."

"No it's ok, I can't believe that they treated you like that, I swear I'm going to murder them with my bare hands." Said Ginny.

"Please don't Ginny," said Harry with a mischievous grin. "It's too much paperwork to fill out."

"Fine, but they will be in a whole world of pain the next time I see them." Said Ginny in a threatening tone

Harry chuckled and rubbed Ginny's arm affectionately, the two lapsed into a comfortable silence, it wasn't long before other people in the house began to wake up and head downstairs.

Over the next few weeks at Grimmauld Place, Harry, the rest of the Weasley children and Hermione were busy working on cleaning the house under Mrs. Weasley's orders, it was boring and dull for people like Ron, but Harry didn't think it was so bad, after all it allowed him time to think about everything that had happened, plus it was no where near as much as he had to do at the Dursley's, at least he was fed well and not given mere scraps.

At dinner however, Harry asked a question that caused a sudden silence in the room.

"So, what's been going on since Voldemort returned?" Asked Harry tentatively. "Have the ministry been alerted?"

No one spoke, looking at each other quizzically. Kingsley Shacklebolt passed him a copy of the daily prophet and pointed to the top of the page, it was a photo of the minister giving a speech and saying that Harry Potter was lying about Voldemort returning.

"Why are they saying I'm lying though?"Questioned Harry in an annoyed tone. "Isn't it better to be safer than sorry?"

"You raise a good point Harry," said Sirius from his seat at the head of the table. "However, Fudge doesn't want more panic and believes it would hurt his career to admit he his back."

"We know it is plain stupidity and ignorance Harry," Said Remus infront of him. "However we have to just keep our heads down, you have a trial coming up and we don't know what Fudge has up his sleeve."

"So what is this group I've been hearing about that you lot are part of?" Asked Harry.

"The Order Of The Phoenix is a small resistance group Dumbledore setup during the first war, a seperate group from the ministry to fight against Voldemort." Explained Sirius.

"What exactly do you do then?" Asked Harry.

The table fell silent again.

"Harry, you are still a boy, I think it's best if you aren't told everything." Said Mrs. Weasley.

"I saw Voldemort come back though, I'm the reason we are all sat here, why you had to reform the order." Said Harry blatantly.

"Fine," said Sirius, realising Harry brought up a fair point.

"Children, Hermione, I think you should head on up." Stated Mrs. Weasley in a tone that stated their would be no argument.

"Anything you tell me I'll tell Ron and Hermione anyway." Said Harry, he received appreciative looks from Ron and Hermione.

"Fred, George." Said Mrs. Weasley.

The twins began to protest at this. "We are both of age mum, we can stay if we wish."

"They are right dear." Said Arthur.

"GINNY!" Shouted Molly Weasley, hoping at least her youngest and only daughter would not be present for the delicate nature of the information.

"I would like Ginny to stay." Said Harry though this fell on deaf ears.

"No, I'm sorry Harry but it's not happening."

"But mum-" Ginny protested.

"No!" Said Molly Weasley.

The two weasley females glared steely at each other, which made the whole room tense, Harry was able to pacify the situation however though.

"First of all," began Harry calmly. "Ginny is the only other one here apart from me who has been directly affectedby Voldemort and is the only person to have been possessed in this very room by him."

There were many looks of apology towards Ginny. However Harry wasn't finished when Mrs. Weasley protested again.

"She also owes me a life debt and I use that and order her to stay and listen to what the order has been doing since Tom returned." Said Harry, he winked discreetly at Ginny who smiled.

"Very well," said Sirius, glancing at the Weasley matrairch who wasnt happy about Ginny being told what was going on. "What do you want to know?"

"What has Voldemort been up to since he returned?" Asked Harry.

"Not much," Alastor Moody gruffed from his seat at the table. "He's been using the current situation with the ministry to his advantage and he's hiding out somewhere and we can only guess."

"What about the death eaters in the graveyard?" Said Harry.

"We've had Tonks and Kingsley keep a close eye on them all, especially Lucius Malfoy." Said Sirius.

"Why is Voldemort so keen to kill me then?" Asked Harry.

No one spoke this time for a few seconds before Sirius answered.

"Harry, we believe that Voldemort is after you because-" Sirius was interrupted.

"No, no you will not be telling the poor boy that, he's been through enough already." Said Mrs. Weasley.

Alot of the order members agreed and since Dumbledore wanted Harry to not be informed, Sirius sighed resignatedly.

"But I want to fight him, I want to join the order." Said Harry.

"You are not yet of age Harry." Said Sirius. "

Harry did not press on, knowing Sirius wasn't going any further, he left the table soon after and headed up to his room.

Houston, Texas

United States of America:

00:00

A figure in a grey cloak made his way down the street, towards a nearby major shopping mall located in America, he was looking for something, a place with weapons that he would need for the time ahead, and he had no intention of paying for them.

He stood outside the impressive glass building and looked at a set of signs, one said Gunshop in bold black writing.

The figure looked around, making sure no one was looking in the dead of night, especially SCP foundation personnel.

He knew they would be wanting to find his location, and he knew of what they stood for, a brutal yet needed force to keep the world from destroying itself through anomalous beings, nature and events.

Looking at his wrist screen on his exo skeleton, he tapped where it said vision, he tapped it and then pressed where it said night-vision.

He pressed it and his eyepiece sockets in his helmet shifted and clicked before his vision was filled with a mix of pale green and black.

He then concentrated for a few seconds, his left hand was outstretched slightly. Suddenly, a blue glow appeared in the space of his open hand and it spread out into a large circle with a black area that got lighter as it spread out, the figure stepped through and found himself walking out of another portal on the second floor of the large shopping mall.

The shop had been locked and bolted and fitted with several alarms, however the figure had come prepared and prodded on his wrist display on his suit and his suit sent out signals that disabled the security systems.

He looked at a row of assault rifles hanging on the wall, the barrels pointing upward towards the ceiling.

"I need something, precise, robust." The figure said to himself as he brushed his hands along each weapon, the information on each weapon heading directly to his brain.

He stopped on what was an AR-15, a weapon that was as precise and robust as rifles got.

He then scanned another part of the shelf and found the area marked handguns he did the same again and picked up a Glock 34, a weapon of Austrian engineering with tactical grips for quicker reloads.

He definitely would take this, he hopped behind the counter and grabbed as much ammo as was available, he opened up his pocket dimension and placed the loaded magazines ready for him to pull out for reloading, this dimension also housed where all his FN P12 shotgun ammo went, a weapon he had always had and eventually was discovered and made by a human.

He had not really any need for any other weapons, he focused on making a portal to somewhere quiet, he would need to begin the search for his target, he was hidden well but he was always known to find his target eventually.

He left and no trace would be found of who robbed the store the very next morning, other than missing items of course.

In a dark room sat a few rows of men and women, all shrouded in darkness as a researcher stood before them, soldiers guarded the room and remained still as the researcher, nervously pulled out a document, a projector was infront of him showing depictions of SCP-1853

"As you were informed, SCP-1853 breached its containment," Stated the researcher. "We have not been able to identify who exactly is the target that threatens a large population of humanity, if not all of it."

One of the members spoke, their voice showing no emotion. "Do we know if the target is human, SCP-1853 has never once breached its containment to fight a humanoid entity before."

"The report from head facility guard lieutenant Miller said that SCP-1853 turned on them and with a threatening voice stated that it was called upon to fight someone who had dehumanised themselves beyond the limits of being a human in its eyes, from this I belive the target may have undergone physical and psychological changes in the past, along with committing unspeakable sins." The researcher explained.

"Very well," said another member. "We believe that SCP-1853 should be reclassified as Euclid-thaumiel, due to its assistance in containing or neutralising other hostile anomalies"

The researcher nodded, and wrote a note to pass to some of his advisors to have this anomaly reclassified.

One of the other men spoke up once the researcher was escorted out.

"We know of the magical population, I propose the formation of MTF unit delta twelve, or what they can be referred to as Magical maniacs." He spoke.

The entire vote of the counsel was unanimous, the new task force in question referred to the six employed members of foundation staff that possessed magical ability, they would have the task of monitoring magical activity and assisting with cover ups, especially keeping an eye on SCP-1853

A/N: more insight into the SCP foundation, there will be a very important chapter coming soon early on which will involve the SCP foundation as well, hope you enjoyed.

Peace out.

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