Written for Draco's Den's A Slytherin Walks Into A Pub 2021. The prompt I received was Adrian Pucey walks into a pub and meets Grand Admiral Thrawn.

I apologize in advance if Grand Admiral Thrawn is out of character. I did research him, but I know I don't know everything about him or his characterizations. I signed up for this event for the challenge and a challenge I got. I hope you all enjoy this little drabble.

I am gifting this to my fellow admin for Draco's Den and Wizarding Crossover Connection, because this wouldn't have been written without them. Thank you to articcat621 for beating it for me. If there are any errors after she read it over, they are my own.

Disclaimer: All canon characters, plots, and situations from the Harry Potter series belong to JK Rowling. All canon characters, plots and situations from the Star Wars Universe belong to the Walt Disney Company. I am not profiting from this writing.


"I'm Grand Admiral Thrawn, and you are in my seat."

The "peasant" wasn't said but was definitely implied.

Adrian slowly turned to look at this Grand Admiral Thrawn person. Well, person wasn't the accurate description. Not when who you were looking at had bright red eyes set in an angular, blue face.

He raised an eyebrow. "There is a perfectly acceptable seat right next to me."

Bracing himself, Adrian waited for the burn of a blaster. When it didn't happen, Adrian flinched as the Chiss actually sat next to him. He clenched his jaw.

"I won't kill you this time," the admiral said before addressing the man behind the bar, "I'll have what he is having."

"Yes, sir. Another, Major?"

Adrian had to unhinge his jaw. Finally, he hoarsely said, "Please."

He knew the stories of Grand Admiral Thrawn, who didn't know them within the ranks of the Empire, but that didn't stop Adrian from opening his mouth and inserting a foot. Again. It was the one thing he received reprimands for from his superiors, but those reprimands didn't stop him from rising through the ranks.

Just as he did with Voldemort's ranks.

The one nice thing about being billions of light-years from his former master was that he didn't have to worry about being sent back. On this side of the universe, the magic, or rather the Force, was completely different from back home. Adrian's Earth magic didn't work here in the same way it did there. He could still use his magic but chose not to as it didn't respond appropriately to him.

When Adrian realised that one of the Order rebels had actually broken through his defensive shields, he knew he was in trouble. And trouble landed him in a galaxy far, far away. But he soon met a young Darth Vader and the Emperor, who took him under his wing and sent him off to the Royal Imperial Academy. Adrian struggled through the academy due to having to learn a whole new language at the same time in the Galactic Basic Standard, but once he understood Basic, Adrian flew through the rest of the program.

"Here you are, sirs," the bartender said before disappearing to the other side of the bar.

Having a drink in his hand seemed to break the ice for the admiral. "Which fleet are you assigned to, Major…"

"Pucey, sir," Adrian replied. "I've actually been transferred to the Seventh Fleet. I start tomorrow."

"I do not recognise your name. From where do you come?"

Adrian chuckled. Only three people knew the truth: Adrian himself, Darth Vader, and the Emperor. No one ever bothered to ask. Now it would be four.

"Earth. It's uh, not from around here." He glanced at the admiral out of the corner of his eye.

Bright red stared back.

"Darth Vader or the Emperor will confirm this if you wish to ask them," Adrian offered. "They found me when I was expelled from my homeworld by an opponent."

The admiral was quiet for many moments before he finally took a drink from his glass. He easily polished it off before setting the container back on the table. Moving to stand, he finally spoke, "I look forward to seeing your work. Don't fail me."

Adrian nodded. "Yes, sir."

Within seconds, Adrian was alone at the officer's bar with nothing but his thoughts and his drink.

"He always does that with his new officers," a voice said, startling Adrian from his thoughts.

Adrian looked up to see the bartender standing in front of him. "So this was a test then?"

"Of course."

"Did I pass?"

"You're alive, aren't you?"

"I guess I am. Thank you."

"Anytime."

Adrian polished off his own drink before paying and leaving. He had a new command to prepare for before the next morning.