The Other Boy Who Lived
Draco went down to the Slytherin Common Room. He didn't see Rainy when he got there and figured she must have gotten tired waiting for him and went to bed. He went up to his own bed and collapsed into it. He lay there for a moment with his eyes closed. He cleared his thoughts and then fell asleep.
Even though he'd cleared his thoughts, he still dreamed. He dreamed of his father breaking out of Azkaban and coming after him. In part of his dream, his father showed up at Hogwarts and was outside his bedroom window tapping on the glass.
It was so real that he woke up and looked at the window. The fluttering wings were slightly freaky and it took him a minute to get his bearings and realize that his owl, Dagger, was at his window. He got up and went to the window to open it. Dagger flew in and landed on Draco's shoulder.
"What do you have for me, Dag?" He took the letter off the owl's leg. "A letter from home?" He opened it and his whole body began trembling as he read his father's handwriting.
Son,
You, are in grave danger. I'm sure by now Dumbledore has told that you are the Potter boy's twin. This is true, yes, but Dumbledore has not told you this to protect you. The Dark Lord has no intention of harming you or using you. Dumbledore is going to use you in the destruction of the Dark Lord. I am coming to the school Monday morning to remove you from Hogwarts and send you to Durmstrang…
Draco didn't read any further. He got up and ran from the dormitory. He ran up the stairs into the darkened Entrance Hall. He didn't care about Mr. Filch as he was a Prefect and they could wander this late. He just had to get to Harry.
He ran up 7 flights of stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
He stopped when he got to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Ex…cuse…Me.." He said, completely out of breath. "I…need to talk…to my brother…Harry Potter."
"Password?"
Draco's breathing stopped as his mind raced for the password.
"Uh…" He looked back and forth, racking his brain for the password.. "What was it?" He whispered to himself. "Uh…It was something stupid…Fuzzy something or other…Oh! I don't remember the bloody thing! Can't you just let me in?" He begged. Oh, Great! He thought to himself. I have stooped to begging!
"No. I cannot just let you in."
Draco crossed his arms and glared at the portrait.
"For a stupid portrait that's been attacked for not letting a person in, you haven't learned much."
"Are you threatening me?" The Lady asked, sticking her nose in the air.
"No." He growled. "Fine." He went back to racking his brain. "Fuzzy…" He looked up at her. "I know it's fuzzy something." He said, somewhat whiny. "Can I get in for that?"
" No."
"Aw. Come on! I know it's fuzzy something! That means someone's told me before. Did they change it?"
"No." She smiled.
"You have to remember me."
"No, I don't."
"You're leading me on." He said, narrowing his eyes. "I know it."
"Just tell me the password and you can enter."
"Fuzzy slippers?" She shook her head. "Fuzzy bunnies?" She shook her head. "No…Not fuzzy bunnies…" He turned away from her. "Fuzzy bunnies, fuzzy slippers…" He chew his thumbnail. "Fuzzy slipp…Fuzzy wuzzy?" He turned back to her. "Fuzzy wuzzy! That has to be it!"
She didn't even answer. She just shook her head.
""Damn. Fuzzy…Fuzzy kitten…Fuzzy…Can I get a hint?"
"No."
"Gawd! I've been standing here for 20 sodding minutes!"
"Just tell me the password."
"What do you think I'm doing?" He shouted. "Fuzzy…Why does the word 'lumops' come to mind? Fuzzy lumps? What the bloody hell are fuzzy lumps?" Suddenly, a wand tip lit in Draco's head. He turned back to the Fat Lady, pointing at her triumphantly and shouted: "FUZZY LUMPKINS!"