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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[stupid-scar.livejournal.com]

Ah, but that was the difference between Harry and the Dark Lord:

Ron wasn't expendable in his eyes. No one was. And that included Draco Malfoy. Harry wouldn't admit it aloud. He could barely formulate the idea into words in the silence of his own mind. But when the time came, if ever it did, Harry would lose his life to save Draco as willingly as he would for Ron and Hermione.

That's what made him who he was -- that's what would make him a hero, if time and fate delivered him into such circumstances as decide which men are heroes: he valued life. All life. All lives, be they the treasured joy of his best friends, or the unremorseful cruelty of his aunt and uncle and cousin, or the dim sheep-like loyalty of Draco's school cronies, or the fierce and hopeless determination to survive that belonged to so many who fought at the very edges of the darkness. The ones who failed and fell were no less precious than the ones who found victory.

"Yeah," Harry says to Draco. "We will see." He takes a step closer to Ron. "I wonder, Malfoy, what do you think would happen if you were caught? Who do you think would come to your aid? And if you dragged them down with you, do you think they'd stand by your side and go to Azkaban with you happily? Or do you think they'd tear your throat out at the first opportunity?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

And here's the difference between the Dark Lord and Draco.
He was all talk, no action. Sure he'd threatened, and say as such. But when it came down to it? He was a coward, and a really scared, angry little boy.

And his sickly demeanor, and a quavering wand hand only added to the image. He didn't want Harry's words to get to him, but they were. And he was afraid that his rival was right. And that made him hate him all the more.

"I have allies, and I'll find more. You'll see." He angrily stated, his voice wavering in its vocal tones.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

Ron only snorted at him, lowering his wand and shaking his head, rather like he pitied him.

He was different than Harry in that he felt no actual pity (unless he was really, really honest with himself) and only did it to try to make Malfoy feel pathetic.

[stupid-scar.livejournal.com]

Having the capacity to pity his enemies and actually allowing himself to be conscious of it are two different things entirely. Harry doesn't give names to what he feels or why he acts the way he does. He doesn't want to face what all those words all put together would define. He doesn't want to be the hero. He couldn't do it if he let himself try -- if his actions were dictated by the need to conform to a standard of nobility. He'd trip over every decision, second-guess himself to do what a hero was supposed to do.

Harry isn't a hero. Harry's just Harry. And that's why, with a glance towards Ron, he sighs and puts his wand away.

"You look like hell, Draco," he says. "Go over to the bar and get a mug of butterbeer or a sandwich or something, okay? No one can fight you as long as you're here, including us, no matter how much we want to. And it's bloody stupid to stand here having an argument neither of us can win."

He turns to Ron. "Come on. We'd better go find Hermione and tell her about the bar's new guest."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco finally lowered his wand, and studied Harry questioningly. Concern? From his enemy? Strange.

"I'm fine," he muttered and went to see about getting a key to a room, and maybe a fry-up while he was there as well.