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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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.

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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."

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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.