You've changed. [What have you done?]: Chapter 6, 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 6

April 20, 2025 at 07:32 AM

"Can you get rid of the scars?" Hadrian questioned, sitting on a chair as the Narrator fiddled with his code.

"Unfortunately not, Darling." The Narrator spoke from behind him. His fingers glitched out for a second. "Unless you reset before they started to heal over, or your body was completely destroyed like with the countdown, there is nothing I can do about them."

Hadrian whined softly, scratching at the white spot that pulled taut along the inside of his elbow, and the words carved into his hand. The white tissue, a stark contrast to his tanned skin, itched uncomfortably and pulled at his flesh in a way that made him retch.

He laced his hands together and settled them in his lap, fingers twitching with the restrained urge to keep scratching at the unending itch. He was handed an ornate mirror, the Narrator pulling out of his no longer butchered code.

"There!" He was happy, eyes crinkling as he grinned over Hadrian's shoulder. "Good as new."

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