Entrance Post

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Pre-Milliways

There was a rather familiar looking wizard stumbling through the door, which then closed quietly behind him, and vanished.
But this one seemed much more tired, paler, and gaunt than in the past.
And it was obvious by his wide-eyed, startled gaze that he'd never seen Milliways before.

"Professor Snape?" he weakly called, obviously out of breath, and looking absolutely terrified.
His wand was out, and he spun around, looking to strike in a second.
His chest was heaving still from exertion. It didn't feel like a portkey, and he knew he hadn't apparated here either.
So what had happened, and where was he?

(ooc: New Draco mun, and this one's from HBP canon so if you knew the previous, sorry this one won't. Also, for this entrance, it's plotlocked to HP pups, and Security as likely required, saysorry. He's just too breaky for new people now. Happy to slowtime as necessary for muns' schedules.)

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"Milli-what?" Draco spun around, still not lowering his wand. "Doesn't seem safe to me. Where are the others?"

He angrily demanded, "Tell me!" He pointed his wand at the man, even though it shook badly in his hand.

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"Why don't you start by telling me your where and when?"

He speaks calmly and doesn't raise his wand, but his face hardens. He wouldn't really need to at this distance to deflect whatever the boy might cast.

"Milliways is a most unique place - the restaurant and bar at the end of the universe. Your- friends? - might not be here, but you needn't be concerned."

Yet.

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Draco stared at him like he was very stupid, and no, he hasn't lowered his wand. It was looking less and less likely that he would cast anything though.

"Are you completely thick? It's June 7, 1996 of course. And I was at Hogwarts of course."

He then asked, even more shocked, "Bar at the end of what? That's impossible! Where am I really?"

[young_tmriddle]

"Ah."

Another one from his future. And from the look of things, not one of the Weasleys, at least. Which might be a bad thing, come to think of it, as Tom notices the Slytherin crest on the boy's uniform.

"Come here."

He beckons Draco over to the observation window, where the universe is ending in a glorious display of chaos and then begins the ending all over again.

"The bar at the end of the universe, as you can plainly see. It can come as a shock, finding oneself here, but you get used to it after a while. What are you called?"

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Draco followed, eyeing the man distrustfully. Probably some do-gooder type, like Dumbledore, Potty, the Weaseleys, and that know-it-all Mudblood. But thos thoughts fled as he took in the sight of the window. It had to be an illusion, that can't be real. He stared in shock, and his legs almost gave out from under him.

In a very faint, and terrified voice, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He was too frightened to say anymore, starting to realize how very far away from his world he was.

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Tom almost laughs out loud. A Malfoy? Of course. That would explain much of the boy's arrogant demeanor.

However, Tom Riddle has been at Milliways nearly a year-and-a-half now, and he wouldn't laugh in the face of someone as upset as Draco is. Even if he is a Malfoy.

"Ah yes, I know some of your family. Look, Malfoy, you'll be alright here. You'll also likely be able to get back to where you were when you walked in."

He claps him on the shoulder. The boy does look absolutely terrified. Tom doesn't blame him.

"If not, you can stay here - there are rooms upstairs. You might find the change of scenery to be refreshing."

He steps back from Draco and the observation window. This one might need help, but Tom is out of time.

"Look, I must be off, but..." Tom hesitates a moment and then continues. "If you need anything, send an owl to Lord Ostium of the House of Arch. The bar owls know where I live."

With that he turns and makes his way over to the House of Arch painting, through which he disappears.

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Draco turned to look at him, wondering why he was wanting to help him. Oh yes, knew of his family. Likely his father.

He barely had time to get the information before the other wizard vanished, "Wait, who are you?" The Lord Ostium didn't ring any bells with him, but obviously a powerful and wealthy wizard by the sound of it. At least, it was reassuring there were some purebloods of class here.

He glanced at the door, where he thought he came in, only to find a wall. Another trick? He snarled in frustation, and went to see about demanding a room. At least he could afford one easily.