You've changed. [What have you done?]: Chapter 5, 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

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Chapter 5

April 20, 2025 at 07:14 AM

The pretty man's eyes glowed a hypnotic yellow. Such a stunning colour, Harry found he was addicted to it. He could get lost in a colour like that and remain content to stay longer.

He picked at his ratty sleeves, wondering how long he would be there for. How long had he been here for already?

He gasped suddenly, jolting forward as he was overwhelmed with a sudden influx of smells, tastes, sounds and memories.

[His name had been Hadrian?]

His entire body ached, as if bound by something, and warmth wrapped around him, a soft feeling of buzzing static surrounding his shivering frame.

"Are you alright, Hadrian?" The voice— his voice. It was addicting, and he loved it. Adored it. Craved it.

"I- I remember now!" He was jittery, still overwhelmed by the sudden increase in everything. Was the carpet always this scratchy? These clothes made his skin crawl. "T-the Parable- you- I remember everything!"

The Narrator hummed, withdrawing slightly to look at him. His scar tissue burned against his skin. It felt so wrong.

"Someone tampered with your design."

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