Hadrian Potter is confident. He is self assured. He's often told he's self obsessed, to which Hadrian's only reply is "Is there anyone better to be obsessed with?" The answer, of course, is an obvious no.

So you could imagine his surprise when he is swept away from his world, drug through time, and pops out the other side to see someone as good looking as he. He's also face to face with a bundle of other oddities-- such as Lord Voldemort, the immortal beast of his time, dead on the ground. And a boy, a bit shorter than he, more childish in demeanor, holding a large snake in his arms and also looking almost exactly like Hadrian.

Overall, it was an out of control situation. But Hadrian was nothing if not capable, so he swept into action.

He noted, with a large amount of dismay, that he did not have his wand on him. No matter. He'd dealt with worse with less.

He pushed the beautiful boy that he appeared next to behind him with a gentle shove and gestured with his hand for the one with the snake to join them. He set the snake down and trotted over. The snake followed, as if the weird Other Hadrian was an owner.

He turns his attention to the group of Knights, who seem to be just as confused as the other Hadrians, and says loudly, "Knights of Walpurgis!"

They turn their attention to his voice, but only as if they were attracted to the noise... not as if they have been addressed. Hadrian tries not to let his frustration show on his face.

The Other Hadrian notices his confusion, perhaps catching his intentions, and whispers, "Death Eaters."

Death Eaters? How barbaric. No matter. Adapt. "Death Eaters, your Lord has fallen, and, even more importantly, he has fallen by our hands. We will not hesitate to do the same to you," he says, bold as ever, his voice echoing through the clearing. "You have no one to serve. No orders to follow through. Leave. You have no reason to stay."

And he can see the debate in their eyes, the uncomfortable shift in their demeanor at the face of a dilemma. Still, Hadrian says, in an undertone, "How can we leave?" The Other Hadrians seem confused. Are you not convincing them to leave? their eyes say. "They won't leave. They'll decide to kill us sooner or later because they cannot comprehend that their Lord is dead so soon." I've seen it before, he thinks.

The Hadrian he is entranced by gestures to a cup-- a portkey, perhaps?-- and... then he gestures to the dead body of his upperclassmate, Cedric Diggory.

Oh, dear.

Adapt. No matter. He casts a shield in front of the little trio of three and swiftly grabs Cedric, two arms under his elbows, and moves to the portkey, his doubles following. They arrive, leaving behind a spew of Dark curses, cast just for them, at a mess of a maze.

Internally, Hadrian is freaking out. He has no idea what is happening, how any of it had happened, or why. He is thrust into a world that seems so unlike his own-- the differences are blaring.

But Hadrian will throw on a brave face. If anyone is able to handle this, it is him.

He turns to Hadrian, the one he finds as beautiful as himself, and grins. It is an odd expression, considering the circumstances, but he cannot help it. "So," he says, "now that we're out of any immediate perial, what's your name, darling?"

The other Hadrian promptly passed out. A wonderful chain of events, really.