Item #: SCP-3130

Object Class: Safe Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3130 is to be stored in a Type-2 humidity- archival storage unit.... -an opaque envelope to prevent accidental obser... . Personnel exposed to- ... transportation or testing … … be treated with standard sleep aides, and report -daily psychiatric …. …. -until symptoms subside.

Addendum 3130-2009-A: All documentation pertaining to SCP-3130 is to be inspected for data loss on a weekly basis by a member of Level 1 administrative personnel. In the event- …is observed, the-... Officer for SCP-3130 is to restore missing sections from memory as soon as...

Description: SCP-3130 is a digital photograph printed onto... --quality gloss photographic paper, depicting a human body- - [REDACTED] section of- -roadway. Persons viewing the photograph are consistently unable to describe the condition of the body, other than- … downward. Additionally, for one to two weeks- … of the photograph, affected subjects will experience vivid auditory and visual hallucinations when attempting to sleep. The content of... … is variable, but all depict at least one [DATA EXPUNGED].

...- -a-... … approved subject D-176523 “Lucy” for tes- … no results of note.

- in the bottom right corner identifies SCP-3130 as a crime-scene photograph taken by the ██PD Forensics Department- … the murder of ███████ Downey. An accompanying timestamp indicates the photograph was taken on Friday, June 06, 2001 at 11:59 PM. Despite ███████ Downey- -pronounced dead at the scene by paramedics at 9:24 PM, experts in [REDACTED] analysis employing SCP-███ on the name ███████ Downey consistently retrieve a time of death of exactly 12:00 AM. Although all ██PD- -the case appear to have been lost, interviews with... -...tectives indicate that while the cause of death was identified as [REDACTED], no suspects were -... …and the case was abandoned as cold at some point in late 2002. No officers- -any indication of anomalous phenomena.

Addendum 3130-2009-B: A routine sweep of Foundation archives on ██/██/2009 revealed that small and seemingly random portions of documentation relating to SCP-3130 had been erased by unknown means. Erasures were identical across all digital and hardcopy backups, and system logs recorded no activity relating to SCP-3130 between ██/██/2004 and ██/██/2009. Reclassification to Euclid submitted and approved.

 

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"I'm still confused by this new fanfic script," said Voldemort, flipping through the pages. "'The four and the feared and the loved will rise'? How do we both rise?"

"Right," said Harry. "And who are the four? The Marauders are mostly dead, and they were really more of a five."

A massive portal opened and a U.S. destroyer sailed into the hallway. "I believe destroyers were called for?" asked a soldier on board.

"Certainly not," explained Voldemort, "it specifically says no cannons."

The soldier frowned. "All right. I'll try for some submarines, then."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Ron, bash him."

Ron Weasley leaped on board the ship and began pounding the soldier.

"Ah," said Voldemort. "I do love a good Ron bashing."

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For the first one:

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore's gone where?" Madam Pomphrey tapped her foot, a sure sign of impatience.

"To 'far'," replied Professor McGonagall. "Although," she added dryly, "why he would go to a place with a name which lacks a capital letter is entirely beyond me. Perhaps it has something to do with those possessions of Mr. Weasley's which are not good; if not, then I can only assume the Headmaster was in too much of a hurry to bother with the rules of capitalization."

"Did he happen to mention when he would be back?" the school nurse asked.

The Deputy Headmistress shook her head. "I'm afraid not, Pomona."

Madam Pomphrey scowled. "Typical. Right when I've had beds vandalized, the Headmaster takes a holiday."

"Vandalized?" McGonagall repeated sharply.

The nurse's scowl deepened. "Yes, vandalized, Minerva. Three of the beds have 'this is non-cannon' scrawled across them in capital letters. Two of the walls have 'I own nothing but my plot' in the same."

"Well," the Transfiguration teacher said briskly, "perhaps it was a patient. After all, anyone else would surely find it obvious that beds are not cannons." At Madam Pomphrey's completely unimpressed look, she added, "Or perhaps another of Mr. Weasley's rogue possessions is to blame. I will speak with him."

--
And there I'm ending, with apologies for not really concluding (and, for that matter, not using even most of the elements of the summary. Should someone else wish to write a different take on this one, you're welcome to.)

Also, wow, it's been a while since I wrote HP fanfic. But that was fun :)

~DF

(It's traditional to give the titles and assign numbers, but hey, I'm not complaining: it's Fill the Plothole!)

"Please, this photo was taken in the sixth of June."

Lucy looked up from the stamp of approval freshly imprinted on her hand. "Um, was it?"

"That is, Friday."

Lucy looked at the white-haired man, baffled, then down at the picture. "Er, right. At nighttime, yes?"

"Approved Lucy guesses."

"I do? I mean, I do." Lucy looked closer at the picture. "So... about midnight, I guess? From the, y'know, darkness..."

"Yes, at 23:59... weird little..."

"Hey!" Lucy folded her arms, flashing her stamp. "I'm approved, you know! That means I'm certified not weird!"

"I sigh he finished."

"... is that an apology?" Lucy looked the man up and down. "Look, who are you, anyway?"

"Very strange... Wait..."

The man turned on his heel and walked away. Lucy gaped after him. "I'm not strange!" she yelled. "I'm approved! And I'm not little, either-"

The man stopped in the doorway, then turned with a weirdly mechanical movement. As he retraced his steps towards Lucy, she couldn't help but notice that every pace was identical in every way. The only thing that changed was the swirl of the air currents through his hair.

He held out the photo, exactly as before. "She sat on a chair. Pulling the paper out of the bag, she started flipping pages and dark, pointing to the paper, began to read:"

Lucy stared at the picture. Sure enough, the girl shown in it was sitting on a chair, reading in the dark. "So... is she missing? Do you need to find her? Look, if she's in trouble, I'll forgive the 'weird' comments-"

"Experts have found out that the girl's death came at midnig-"

The man stopped. No: he froze, his mouth open, his tongue flexed in mid-syllable. Even his hair was static now, caught in the pattern the air con had given it.

Lucy reached out as if to touch the man, then thought better of it. She didn't know which would be worse: if his skin was hard and immobile, or if it yielded under her fingers. Instead, she snatched the photo from his loose grip.

"Right," she said, "well. I'll... I'll look into it. Um. Yes. Gotta go now." And she fled, leaving the man where he stood, staring into nothingness.

~

That was fun. ^_^

hS