DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: This is my take on how Neville managed to convince Sir Cadogan to give him the passwords in third year.
Enjoy!
But I Am in Gryffindor!
"Please, you have to tell me the passwords you're going to use this week. I need to write them down, otherwise I'll never remember them!"
Sir Cadogan looked down at the boy standing before him holding parchment and a quill. He cleared his throat and said, "Young sir, I am bound by my duty to protect the chambers within. I am forbidden to give the password to those who are not of the Gryffindor house. Now leave, before I call for reinforcements!"
"But I am in Gryffindor! Look," he pointed to his chest, "I'm wearing the Gryffindor tie and everything! Please? I'm useless at remembering them."
The portrait pushed up his visor to take a closer look at the boys tie. "Hmm, it is a likeness, I must admit. However, it is not in my job description to give out passwords a week in advance. Indeed, what should happen to my position if you are a madman in disguise, attempting to break in?"
Neville whimpered. It seemed as though he would never get the passwords to Gryffindor Tower. He supposed he would just have to sit outside and wait for someone to let him in. Why did the stupid portrait have to change his passwords five times a day? But apparently that wasn't an issue to everyone else: they all managed it, so why couldn't he?
Sir Cadogan looked at Neville and felt a twinge of pity. He certainly was a Gryffindor, what harm could be done in helping the needy? "Young sir, I am bound by my duty to let forth the students. If you are indeed a Gryffindor I will consent to giving you the passwords," he pulled out a scrap of parchment from inside his suit of armour and read aloud, "Scurvy cur; blank-manger…"
A/N: 'Blank-manger' is a medieval dish of pounded poultry or other white meat that was boiled with rice and almond milk and sweetened with honey.
Let me know how it was.
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