You've changed. [What have you done?]: Chapter 2, harry potter - j. k. rowling, the stanley parable fanfic

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Characters

Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore, The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Tags

I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Memory Alteration Albus Dumbledore Bashing How Do I Tag Albus Dumbledore Being an Idiot Manipulative Albus Dumbledore Bottom Harry Potter Top Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Summary

He wanted, needed, wished so desperately, to be safe.[A blue room, with several deep blue loveseats and lounges, some coffee tables and a vending machine.]He was tearing through back streets and alleyways, jumping fences in parks, trying to escape. To finally leave.[A blue room, with several deep blue loveseats and lounges, some coffee tables and a vending machine.]He tripped, twisted to try and land properly, and was gone in a hollow crack.[A blue room, with several deep blue loveseats and lounges, some coffee tables and a vending machine.]When he looked up, he was in a blue room, with several deep blue loveseats and lounges, some coffee tables and a vending machine.[He was free.]...[But why was this place so painfully familiar?]~•☆•~

Note

I don't own any recognisable characters y'all already know this.

Chapter 2

April 20, 2025 at 07:17 AM

He was startled awake by an echoing crack reverberating through the Parable. Scrambling to look at his cameras, there was a child in the employee lounge.

[Why did he look so much like his Hadrian?]

The way they held themselves, it was clear that they'd landed harshly on the carpeted floor. The burn on their arm was proof enough of that. But they seemed terrified, confused.

How did they even get here?

He cleared his throat, the sound frightening the skittish teen. They flinched harshly, eyes flitting around the room.

"Who are you?" The Narrator asked, adjusting his glasses slightly and leaning in to get a better look. "And how did you get here?"

They had backed themself into a corner, hidden between two prussian blue couches.

"I-" They even sounded like Hadrian had, and the supposedly closed over hole within the Narrator pulsed. "I don't- I didn't-"

They were on the verge of a panic attack, shaking and hyperventilating. The Narrator frowned. What had happened to this child for them to react so badly?

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