Molly Prewett, at your service (First entrance)

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Molly sighed happily. She had spent a dizzying two hours with Arthur down by the lake. When when it was time to go back to Gryffindor tower, Arthur had caused a distraction so that Molly could sneak past Apollyon Pringle, the nasty caretaker, and make it safely up the stairs. She hoped he didn't get caught.

Giggling slightly as she breathlessly approached the portrait of the Fat Lady (who guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common room) she said the password quietly. "Carpe Diem!"

"Young lady! The Fat Lady began, in what Molly had come to know as the lecture tone.

Molly ignored it and slipped behind the potrait and into...

"This isn't the common room!"

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A completely and utterly oblivious Hermione looks up from the shadowy corner in which she has been reading.

"No, it certainly isn't. Hello. New here?"

She smiles. This girl reminds her of someone.

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"I reckon!" Molly says with a giggle. "I've certainly never been this part of the castle before? Teacher's lounge?"

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Hermione giggles a little bit back.

"Actually . . . no. You're not in your school anymore. This is Milliways. It's a restaurant. At the end of the universe."

She smiles apologetically and points to the viewing window. "I hope you're used to strange things happening."

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Molly turns around and stares out the window in awe for a moment, and then turns back to the other girl.


"How'd I get here? Are all of these people from Hogwarts?"

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Hermione's face lights up.

"Oh, you're from Hogwarts? That's wonderful! So am I! My name's Hermione Granger, what's yours?"

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"Molly. Molly Prewett. You don't look familiar, but you're a bit younger than me. What house are you in?"

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"Gryffindor. I'm about to enter my sixth year. When is it for you? We get people from all sorts of times here. I'm from June of 1996, but I've been here for months."

"Molly is a nice name. My best friend's mother's . . . name is . . . Molly . . ."

And realization hits her like a wrecking ball. She pauses for a moment, but because she is Hermione, carries on spectacularly.

"All sorts of people come here. There's even a mad Frenchman from a muggle cartoon trying to get me to marry him."

She grins conspiratorially as an endless stream of Oh my. Oh my. It's Mrs Weasley. Oh my. runs through her head.

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I'm a Gryffindor seventh year!" Molly squeals in delight of something familiar in all the strangeness. "Did you say 1996? That's incredible! When I left my common room a few minutes ago, it was 1967!"

Molly pauses to let everything Hermione has told her sink in.

"What's a cartoon and why would it's frenchman want to marry you?"

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Hermione continues to smile and give no sign that anything is wrong.

"He thinks I'm his ex-girlfriend who he was willing to murder for. Have I mentioned he's completely mad?"

Don't mention Ron, don't mention Ron, don't mention Ron. It's rude to tell someone you're best friends with their sixth son who they haven't had yet.

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"You did, yes." Molly said. She keeps staring at Hermione's hair.




"Your. Hair. Is. FABULOUS!" Molly explodes suddenly. "Can I brush it? Please? I know this great braiding charm!"

She draws a brush from her pocket and looks at Hermione with longing.

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Hermione blinks.

"Well . . . I suppose so, yes. Go right ahead. Your hair is very nice, too. I love red hair."

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Molly drags Hermione over to a table and urges her firmly into a chair, then stands behind her to carefully begin running the brush through.

"My boyfriend, Arthur, has red hair too. Sometime in the future - the distant future, mind you - I'm going to have a houseful of little red-headed girls. I'll brush their hair and tie it up in pink bows, and dress them in pretty little maroon dresses!"

Molly pauses to carefully untangle a know in Hermione's hair, then continues.

"So you have a boyfriend?"

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Hermione struggles not to giggle.

"That sounds lovely," she agrees. Don't think of Fred and George in dresses and bows.

"Well . . . I think I do. I'm not entirely certain."

She blushes.

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*Snow approaches, smiling*

Welcome to Milliways

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"Thanks! I think. What a Milliways?"

Molly is looking around curiously everywhere.

"Gosh, you're pretty!"

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Thank you. Milliways is the restaurant at the end of the universe. People come here from all different times, places and dimensions, and though we get the same show every night, it never gets boring. *she points to the universe destruction viewing window*

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Molly turns and looks out the window, her mouth forming an "O" of surprise.

"I would say not!"




"How'd I get here?"

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The bar pulls people in from wherever they came from, and most of the time you can go back at the same point you left from.

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"So if I were to leave an hour from now, I would wind up back in my common room and it would still be two o'clock in the morning?"

Molly is a witch, after all, but such things really shouldn't be possible. There's only one thing to say to that one: "Wow!"

She looks out the window again.

"And there's people here from all over the world?"

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*Snow nods*

More than likely, though it does vary for some.

All over the multiverse, in fact.

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"Wow!"

Molly looks out the window again.

"What's a multiverse?"

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Different planets, different timelines, differnt planes of reality . . . all different kinds come here.

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"That's....different!" Molly says cheerfully. It's hard to shake her, really. If she's dreaming, then she's dreaming. If not: What an adventure!

"Where are my manners? My name's Molly Prewett."

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Snow White. It's nice to meet you, Molly.

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"Pleasure's mine!" Molly says with a smile. "Your name suits you. Did your parents name you after the girl in the story?"