PART ONE
August 15, 1995
Harry was taking in the sights of Muggle London for the first time as he walked with his hands in his pockets. As a child, he never got a chance to see much of London—except for that time at the zoo when he met the snake—and it was kind of impressive, even with the slight drizzle. A few hours earlier, Aunt Petunia had kicked him out of the house after he completed his chores and told him to return before supper. But he figured it'd be good to take a walk to cool off some steam.
His thoughts were interrupted when he came upon an old abandoned building. Leaving the sidewalk, he stepped into the parking lot and approached the building. There was a sign that was very weathered and worn from time and he noticed part of the building had collapsed.
As Harry got closer, he was able to get a better look at the sign. Squinting through his glasses, he read aloud, "Fredbear's Family Diner..." Above the words was an image of a yellow bear and bunny; the bear holding a microphone and the bunny, a guitar. Or was it a banjo? Harry shrugged, not really caring.
He turned his gaze from the sign to the grimy windows and peeked inside. There was a few scattered tables and chairs with crinkled party hats strewn across the floor. A torn banner with the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY! was hanging from the ceiling. Further into the interior, there were dusty arcades and a wooden stage that seemed to have buckled from age, something indistinguishable resting in the collapsed area. The curtains surrounding it were clearly moth-eaten.
Harry moved from the windows towards the big purple doors and pushed gently. He was surprised to have it give way easily and he stepped inside, minding where he put his feet. The interior smelled damp and moldy. As he walked, he spotted deflated balloons taped to the tables and old drawings taped to the walls. He approached one that was nearby and studied it. It appeared to be a smiling child standing with a bear similar to the one he'd seen outside. But for a moment, the drawing suddenly changed. The child was now crying and there was what appeared to be blood dripping down the jaw of the bear. Harry blinked once and it was gone.
Okay... Harry thought as he turned away, Odd... Shrugging it off, his attention was drawn to one of the arcades and he jiggled the stick experimentally but nothing happened; the screen remained black and silent and quickly he discovered that the little slot for the tokens was rusted shut. Harry tested the other remaining arcades but they too were silent.
Turning left, he saw a door that said "Employees Only" but found it was unlocked. Stepping inside, he found it was a spacious room with empty animatronic heads and weird, creepy metal skeletons. The roof had caved slightly and there was water dripping onto the floor and it looked like had been for a while. There was a large gift box sitting on one of the metal tables and Harry didn't know what the heck it was.
But what caught his attention was the costume that lay slumped in the far corner. It was identical to the bunny he saw on the sign outside, but this one was a dirty yellow and its fake fur was slightly rotted. Harry knelt and lifted the head of the costume by its chin. He saw its eyes were as green as his own.
Click.
Harry jolted. What was that? Was that the door locking? He turned, but only got a flash of purple before something connected with his temple and his world went dark...
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Harry jolted awake and hissed in pain when he felt something sharp scrape against his skin. There was a massive weight on his head and shoulders and could feel more sharp bits poking into almost every inch of his body. He looked through what appeared to be eyeholes and saw the body of a man who wore a purple shirt and dark purple pants with black shoes, but couldn't see his face. The man was sitting in front of him, worn hands clasped together, as if he were waiting.
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FanfictionFive Nights at Freddy's x Harry Potter crossover! For the Purple Man, seeing the black-haired teen walk into the old abandoned Fredbear's was a stroke of luck. Besides... he figured it was time to retire, so maybe he'd lend his signature springlock...
