You've changed. [What have you done?]: Chapter 3, 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 3

April 20, 2025 at 07:27 AM

There was a scraping, like someone standing from a chair, and a staticy red door — such a pretty red, Harry mused, almost like wine — appeared in the wall opposite him. A man stepped out, tall with slightly ruffled hair — as if he'd just woken up — and eyes that looked both gold and green at the same time.

A name rested on the tip of his tongue, teasing him. The man was painfully familiar, but Harry couldn't remember.Why couldn't he remember?!

"Calm down, kid." His voice sounded staticky. He could feel the weight of it settle on his skin, feel the hairs on his arms raise. "What is it you humans do when panicking? Ah- yes, follow my breathing, okay?"

Harry nodded slightly, watching the man's chest rise and fall, trying to imitate it. After a while, he calmed down. His eyes burned with unshed tears.

"Better now?" The man questioned. At Harry's hesitant nod, he nodded. "Good, good. May I ask your name?"

"Uhm-" 'Harry' paused, frowning slightly with furrowed brows. "Everyone says my name is Harry Potter but- it just.. Doesn't feel right?"

The man frowned, and sat down in a more comfortable position. His eyes were, in some lights, a pretty honey colour. In others, a stunning green, like Russian Diopside or Tsavorite.

"I- Harry feels close? Like, it's similar but not quite right? Can- can I ask a question?" The pretty man nodded. "Why- why is this place so familiar? Why can't I remember?"

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