MwaM: Ch 15: How to Train Your Pureblood

Author's Note: Hello there, this is chapter 15 of Merc with a Mouth. I really hope you will like it.

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Merc with a Mouth

-Dev Sagittarius Black

~Chapter 15: How to Train Your Pureblood~

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“Carter?” Lucius frowned in surprise. “What is the meaning of this?!” 

“Just wanted to say hello.” Harry smiled, twirling Malfoy’s wand between his fingers. “Family heirloom, is it?” He asked. “Cause a whining bitch like you doesn’t seem the type to be chosen by a dragon heartstring core.”

“How dare you! Give me my wand back.” Malfoy growled, taking a step towards Harry, “Or else you—” 

“Hmm…still not afraid, eh? Is it because you have money and power?” Harry frowned. “Or is it because you’ve never seen something truly frightening before?”

“There’s a long list of things that I’d have considered frightening, and you don’t come anywhere close to it.” Lucius sneered, his fingers twitching in suppressed anger. “What you are is untamed chaos, a free beast who’s yet to find his master.”

“Like you?” Harry threw back at him. “That’s why you went to old Voldy, is it? To get a master who leashes you, praises you and punishes you.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” The elder mage sniffed, his eyes moving across the room. “I had been under the Imperius; everyone knows that.”

“Of course, the Imperius.” Harry nodded. “If you had to pay a galleon for the number of times anyone actually believed that bullshit, you’d still be as rich as you are right now.” He shook his head, examining the wand. “Anyways...let’s see if it works.” He mumbled before pointing it at Lucius. “Stupefy-Incarcerous-Wingardium Leviosa.” 

The distance between them—no matter how short—didn’t even matter, as within the blink of an eye, Lucius Malfoy was stunned, tied and levitated upside down by his heels.

“That’s like a good boy.” The merc grinned, walking towards the levitating form of Lord Malfoy. “Now, I have a small gift for you.” 

Harry pulled out a pair of magic-suppressing handcuffs from one of the many pockets of his overcoat and calmly clipped it around Malfoy’s wrists, making sure that the lock was in place before activating the cuffs.

“Now, I’d have loved to leave you like this; unfortunately, I know someone would ultimately find you, and then you’ll cry like a bitch to anyone who’d bother to hear you bemoan about cruel Harry Carter….therefore…Renervate.” 

Lucius blinked before he realised the condition he was in: tied up and levitating like a bloody mannequin on display. He glared down at Harry, who was smiling at him. “You don’t know what you are doing, boy. One more mistake and it’ll be your last.”

“Does that mean people can get away with whatever I’ve done to date?” Harry blinked. “Nice to know, but that makes me wonder something.” 

“What?”

“What truly gets your knickers in a twist?”

“Neither do you need to know that, nor would you live if you don’t put me down and give me my wand back.” Lucius growled, “Now!” 

“Aww, but I do!” Harry clapped his hands like an excited kid. “You see that pretty little mask of yours? The one you had because of your pesky little Occlumency shields? Yes, that one.” Harry smiled, flicking the wand so that Malfoy Sr was face-to-face with him. “I’d love to watch it break apart.”

“Carter….put me down right now, or I swear on my name—”

‘SMACK!’ 

Lucius blinked in absolute shock when he realised that the searing pain in his right cheek was because of Carter’s slap. In his entire bloody existence there had not been a single fucking moment when anyone—neither his own father nor the Dark Lord nor anyone else, for that matter—had dared to slap him. 

And here a fucking mudblood had slapped him like he was some cheap slut from the Knockturn. 

“Aha!” Harry cheered. “There it is! The mask is breaking! So all it took was one slap, huh? Weak.”

“CARTER! YOU FUCKING MUDBLOOD!” Malfoy snarled, spit oozing from his mouth as he glared at the boy. “HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME, BOY! RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!” Malfoy struggled in his ropes, trying hard to break free of them. 

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t strong enough to break free from the ropes, and the cuffs around his wrists were sucking up all of the magic that he was trying to muster.

“Nuh uh!” The younger mage smiled. “Still talking. That means I haven’t gone far enough.” 

What followed was one of the most infuriatingly insulting and humiliating fifteen minutes of Lucius Malfoy’s life. 

The mad boy—for he, in his right mind, could never call the boy sane—had proceeded to do anything and everything he could to anger him as much as he could. He had slapped and punched the elder man, pulled his hair and spat on him….unfortunately that had been the first five minutes. 

After that, Harry had disrobed Malfoy, made fun of little Malfoy’s honourable height and pissed on his robes before forcing them back on the older man.

A bit too much? Probably. But it did get him the reaction that he had been looking for.

Malfoy's mask of cool and calm had already shattered, and, in its place, was a face submerged in rage. There was so much anger in those pale grey orbs that if he could, he would’ve easily transformed into a blonde version of Scott Summers and roasted Harry with his pew-pew eyes.

“Now, I’ll release you soon, alright? Be a good boy and stay down after that, or we’ll have to play once more.” Harry smiled at him. “Oh, and do take a bath. For some reason you smell like someone pissed on you.” He laughed hard after, making sure to mock Lucius as much as he could.

Malfoy wasn’t saying anything anymore. After all, there was no need to waste his voice anymore. The boy knew him quite well, and yet he had proceeded to humiliate him like this. No amount of threats, starting from expulsions to tortures or even killing him outright, had worked on the boy, and the blonde man knew that the boy was mad enough to follow through with his words.

Still, did that mean he was going to let the boy go scot-free? OVER HIS DEAD BODY! 

Lucius had already decided the course of action in his mind. The chart had been prepared the moment Carter had dared to slap him the first time, and the moment he got free from the magic-suppressing handcuffs, he would make sure that each of the events that followed was as painful for the boy as possible.

“You know it’s no fun when you are silent like that, Lucy pussy.” Harry pouted, pulling the man’s cheek as if he were a baby. “Talk, Toilet. Or I’ll start assuming what you’re thinking, and trust me, even I don’t want to assume what I'm thinking.”

“Free. Me. you mudblood.” Said Lucius, his voice as cold as snow and yet contained, burning like hellfire.

“And what if I don’t?” Harry tilted his head. “What if I leave you like this? Or…what if I just kill you here?” 

“You can’t.” Malfoy’s lips twitched into a smirk which couldn’t reach his eyes. “Dumbledore knows that I was here to kick you out of the school; the portraits will tell that I hadn’t left the corridor, and thus they would immediately suspect you.”

“Just suspect?” 

“That’d be the starting point.” Lucius replied before adding. “The minister is my personal friend. He’ll make sure to extract everything from you before either throwing you forever in Azkaban or you’ll be kissed by the dementors if you are fortunate enough.”

“Eugh…Only you’d consider a dementor’s kiss as someone being fortunate, weirdo.” Harry made a vomit face before he shook his head. “And to tell you, nothing of that sort will actually happen.”

“You think so?” Malfoy’s grin widened a bit. “Then what do you think will happen to you?”

“A stomach full of delicious food and a good night’s rest, of course!” The boy laughed. “Oh, and I can possibly seduce another one to my bed. To keep me warm, you know? Not that you would actually know, considering your wife probably uses a dildo since her wedding night.”

“FOOL!” Malfoy snarled. “YOU THINK YOU WOULD GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?! YOU THINK NOTHING WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU FOR—”

‘SMACK!’ 

Harry slapped the man once more before smiling, “Of course, nothing would happen to me, Toilet, and that’s because you can’t do shit about what I've done. Do you know why?” He leaned closer to Malfoy and whispered. “August 7th, 1979. Blackmarsh Haven.”

The minute Harry said those words, Malfoy’s entire thought process came to a standstill. The entire revenge cascade, the flowchart of vengeance that he had been plotting against the boy, came to a halt the moment his mind registered the words. 

His eyes widened in absolute shock as he looked at the smiling form of his tormentor, and there was only one question that he had in his mind.

“Ho-How?!” 

“See! This is why I wanted you to be as angry as you possibly can.” The overcoat wearer grinned. “Moments ago you were so angry that you were threatening me and probably planning how you’d torture me to death, but now? Now you’ve realised that all of your carefully crafted ideas are as useless as your existence, right? Right, Lord Toilet?” 

“Similarly,” continued Harry. “In the future if you ever feel angry over what I’ve done, whatever I was doing or whatever I’ll do, don’t feel the useless need to threaten me with some torture and death bullshit because now you’ve realised that you just can’t do anything to me. I hope you’ve realised that….” He poked Lucius’ balls with his foot. “...are in my hands, and that I can crush them the moment I want.” 

“How?” He asked once more. “How do you know that date? Th-That place?” 

“That’s for me to know and you to fuck off to.” Harry laughed hard, flipping him with a bird. “Now, do me a favour and stand still.” Harry removed the handcuffs and cancelled his magic, which caused Lucius to fall on the ground like a heap of potatoes. Smelly ones, yes. 

“Here’s your wand.” Harry threw the wand to the other corner of the room before wiping his hands clean. “Now, crawl to it or summon it; it’s up to you; I don’t care. What I want you to do from here is leave the castle and never ever bother me again, or we both know that one whisper of that date, and your world collapses.”

“Tell me…” Malfoy mumbled once more. “Please…tell me, how do you know—”

“You really want to know?” 

Lucius rapidly nodded. The date as well as the place was a deep secret, something that not even his father or the Dark Lord knew about. It was something that would absolutely destroy him and his family, which was why he had decided to take the secret to his grave. 

And here was a young brat not even out of school, and he already knew his deepest secret as if it was an old wife’s tale. HOW?!

“There’s something I want in return.” Harry shrugged. “And I want it in advance.”

“What do you want?” Lucius asked him, eyes wide in terror. “You can have any amount of gold, or land, or even a home for yourself. Anything that I can do for you!”

“Anything, eh?” Harry smirked. “Turn into a hot bimbo slut, and suck my cock like you suck Voldemort’s.” The merc replied, pointing his groin towards the fallen lord, who blinked in surprise.

“Wh-What?” 

Harry couldn’t help himself anymore. He doubled down, laughing hard at his captive’s predicament. He had so wanted to use that one on a pompous ponce, and there was no one better for it than the arch-douche of pompousness, Lucius Malfoy.

Who was fondly remembered as Lord Walking Toilet by Harry.

“Alright. “That’s enough fun for now.” Harry calmed down, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Do as told, Golden Showers, or you know what would happen.” He gave a cheery wave before he switched off the silencing rune and calmly opened the door. 

“Don’t miss me too much, Lucy!” He laughed as he left the abandoned classroom, joyfully whistling his favourite tune.

Lucius, on the other hand, was a total mess, as his mind was running a mile a minute, trying hard to think of a way through which Carter could’ve stumbled upon his deepest secret.

And, yes, it wasn’t the fact that his pecker was the size of his index finger when hard.

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Severus Snape was sitting calmly in his office. The day had been tiring; he had to teach both first and second years today, and by Merlin were they a handful. He still remembered how the Crawley from second-year Slytherin had defeated Angelina Watson from Gryffindor, forcing the uptight girl into submission with a constant assault of stunners.

He had been momentarily worried about the lack of Slytherins in his first-year batch; after all, there were only four Slytherins, as most of the new batch had gone to the house of Puffs following the disaster that was Harry Carter.

‘Ah, yes, Carter….’ Snape thought, his lips twitching into a small smile as he thought about the rebellious boy who had dared to slap him in Dumbledore’s office. ‘I wonder if he has been kicked out by now? Lucius would’ve surely ensured that the boy was expelled from Hogwarts for assaulting his son, right?’

Yes, Snape knew that Draco—and his little team—would be useless against Carter. As much as he tried to deny it, it was true that Carter’s prowess with the wand surpassed that of his godson or anyone else in his year. 

Which was why he knew that Carter—in his bout of recklessness—would’ve violently overpowered Draco and his friends, something that would hurt the boy’s overgrown ego, and he’d end up pulling Lucius, who would make sure to get the mudblood kicked out of the castle.

‘Smooth execution…and no one would know that I was the one who caused all this.’ Severus thought with a smile. His thoughts were interrupted by a series of rapid knocks on the door. 

“Enter.” His fingers carefully wrapped around his wand, a binding spell ready on his lips as the door opened and he saw Lucius walk through it.

He relaxed back in his chair. Lucius coming here wasn’t bad; he might even tell Severus about the boy who had dared to attack Draco and how he had been dealt with. 

“Severus.” Lucius said as he pulled one of the chairs and took his seat. “It seems you’ve been quite busy, old friend.”

“Not any more than usual, I'm afraid.” Snape intoned, as he flicked his wand towards the small cabinet to his right. “Ogden’s?”

“Something stronger.”

Snape stopped for a moment; he glanced at the Malfoy lord and noticed that the man looked a bit unsettled. It seemed as if something had happened, and Lucius needed to come to terms with it. And he had just the drink for it.

Snape flicked his wand once more, closing the whisky cabinet and opening a much smaller one above it. He summoned the bottle that was inside it alongside two glasses, which he placed on the table. 

“The Black Barrel?” Lucius asked him, astonished. “I didn’t know you had one of these.”

“Clearly not for everyday drinking.” Snape shook his head. “Lord Goyle gifted this one for ensuring that his son passed Potions.” 

“Should never have.” Lucius sneered at him, “The boy is as droll as his troglodyte of a father. The only reason I haven’t already kicked that idiot out is because his simple-mindedness gives me free way to the Goyle coffers.”

“Something that will help us a lot in the coming days.” Snape pointed out as he carefully poured the reddish-black liquid into the glasses. “Please.” He offered them, and watched the blonde man pick one glass before finishing it off in a single gulp.

“That bad?” 

Lucius nodded as he placed the glass back on the table, flicking his handkerchief out to dab his lips. “Another, if you would?”

Snape filled it once more, wondering as to what had happened that had turned the ever-composed Lord of the Malfoys into…..this. He carefully watched as Lucius picked up the refilled glass, this time, taking his time in actually analysing the liquid swirling in it before sipping it.

“Better?” The bat-professor asked as he took his first sip, soaking in the richness that had covered his taste buds and the aroma of black lilies and charred oak that wafted from it. 

“Yes.” Malfoy nodded. “And no thanks to you.”

“Pardon?” Snape frowned. “I don’t think I heard you correctly, Lucius.” 

“You did.” Lucius glared at him; he looked down into the swirling liquid before cleaning it off and placing the glass back on the table. “I know what you did, Severus. What were you thinking?! Pushing Draco, and then getting me involved with that…that monster! Why?!” 

Snape didn’t even bother to deny. He knew that if Lucius had already reached this conclusion, it meant that the man had already had his talk with Draco, and that little idiot had blabbered everything to his father. 

Including the fact that the only reason he had attacked Harry Carter in the morning was because his godfather had asked him to.

After that, it wouldn’t need a genius to map out the rest of his plan; therefore, he wouldn’t even bother asking how he came to that conclusion. What he rather wanted to know was something else. 

“Monster?” The professor asked. “Are you perhaps referring to Carter?” 

“The very same.” Lucius sneered. “The mudblood who….” He didn’t say anything else after that.

“Is he expelled?”

The blonde man shook his head in denial. “Detention with that oaf Hagrid for the next two months.” He waved off. “Dumbledore was saving that boy’s arse for some reason.”

‘Of course he was.’ Snape sneered, remembering how the Headmaster had protected the boy back then. ‘What are you hiding, Albus? What’s so precious that you wouldn’t let anyone harm that boy?’ 

There was a small moment of silence where both the males mulled over their situations before Snape finally broke it. “So, what are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Surely the Lord of the Malfoys wouldn’t let a green boy like Carter get away with what he has done?” Snape poked a bit. “Draco’s assault was one thing…but I can see that you’re actually angry, and we both know that a corridor fight isn’t enough to anger someone like you.”

“He did assault my son.” Lucius intoned. “I might not be the most…emotional of fathers, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about my heir’s wellbeing.” 

“Not to the point of anger, you don’t. That's more Narcissa’s thing to do than yours.” Snape denied him. “This is something more. Something that you aren’t willing to share yet.”

Lucius didn’t say anything; he just stared at Snape for a moment before releasing a tired sigh. “You’re right. This is more than that, and since you got my family involved with your little argument, I want you to help me in this.” 

“In what?” Snape asked him, taking another sip from his glass. 

“In killing that mudblood, Harry Carter.”

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With regards,
Dev Black