MwaM; Ch 14: Daddy Issues and Detentions

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Merc with a Mouth

-Dev Sagittarius Black

~Chapter 14: Daddy Issues and Detentions~

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“C’mon, boy!” Harry grunted as he ran through the Hogwarts grounds. “You know you can catch me! C’mon, try harder!”

The dog ran as fast as he could, hoping to tackle Harry once more. Unfortunately, whenever he got close enough, the merc would either increase his speed or perform a backflip to change his direction, which frustrated the hound to no end.

After all, who would actually be mad enough to do a backflip midrun? Well, other than Harry Carter and his classmates from The Dragon School, obviously.

Harry smirked as he felt Ghost nearing his heel, which meant it was time to change the exercise. “Alright, get ready, buddy!” He pulled out a small ball from his running pants before blindly throwing it to the side. “FETCH!”

Ghost immediately pivoted towards the flying ball, and even while running, he kept on glancing at his master, who, as always, threw steel blades at him, which he dodged with exact precision. The hound internally smiled when he heard the cheer from Harry. He was a smart dog. A ninja-trained smart dog who already knew how to avoid steel while running away.

“BOLAS!” Harry cried as he flung the conjured bolas, only to smile as the hound didn’t even have to look back before expertly dodging the weapon. “Good boy!” 

Harry grinned as the piebald Collie jumped to catch the falling ball in his maw before running towards him. The merc kept on conjuring different hurdles to surprise his dog, but none of them bothered him as he kept on running towards him while jumping, ducking and shifting through the impromptu obstacle course.

In no time, the ninja dog had covered the distance and tackled his master to the ground, who was laughing as the excited dog licked all over his face. 

The last week had been quite good for the mouthy merc as he made himself comfortable within the castle’s premises. Especially with his small group of ‘friends’ that included Susan, Hannah, Justin, Megan, Leanne, Sue, Ginny, and of course, Luna.

Yep…a small group.

His days started quite early at five when he trained with Ghost in the castle’s ground and then got ready before Susan and others would be down for breakfast. After that, he spent most of his time around the group before he left for his evening training session in one of the many abandoned classrooms of the castle.

Fortunately enough, he had ‘coincidentally’ been placed in all of Susan’s classes and, therefore, accompanied her to almost all of them.

Almost because he simply avoided DADA as much as he could. 

Snape had thankfully learnt his lesson and had not even bothered to look at him throughout their next lesson, but Harry didn’t feel like going to a useless class like that; not to mention, there was nothing that the idiot could teach that he already didn’t know about.

Yep. Boooring, right? Who would have imagined that an awesome merc like him would get a boring guard job like that? Not him, obviously.

“Alright, that’s enough for today,” Harry said as he glanced up. “Which means, move or I’ll jump and you’ll fall.” He was already tired from his morning exercises, and looking at the sun, it was almost time to head back anyway.

The response he got was a double paw pat from his hound, who was sitting proudly on his back to help him with his push-ups.

“Alright, you asked for it!” The merc declared before he jumped off the ground and rolled to the side as the dog flipped mid-air and landed on his paws. “You’re getting good at it, buddy.” Harry winked and got a small happy dance in return.

They collected all of their equipment in a bottomless, featherweight duffle bag, after which Harry vanished the ones he had conjured and changed the grounds back to their former conditions before moving back towards the castle.

The castle was, as usual, empty during the morning hours. There was not a single soul in sight…well, other than the ghosts, obviously, but they didn’t count, right? He nodded to Sir Nicholas, or as he was also known, the ‘nearly headless’ Nick. The Gryffindor ghost was a chatterbox, especially when it came to how he died, and loved to explain his death in gruesome details.

He turned round the corner, went down a few flights of stairs and was about to turn towards the Hufflepuff common room when he felt the hairs on his arms stand. There was a distinctive smell of ozone in the air, and Ghost tapped his leg before the two jumped away from the incoming spell that crossed the point where his back had been.

The merc turned around, flicking his wand out, and pointed it towards the empty corridor. “Plan failed, kids. Daddy knows you’re here.”

Pin-drop silence greeted him in response.

“Hmm…not even a hello? That's sad.” Harry shook his head. “Oh, wait! Is this hide-and-seek? Do I have to count to ten, or are you already prepared?”

Again, the corridor stayed empty. Not a single thing moved, and Harry decided that he had had enough of the stupid game. He gave a small wink to Ghost, and the canine immediately ran towards the corridor, sniffing around to catch their assailant.

“STUPEFY!” A blindingly glaring red light was shot at the hound from behind the shiny suit of armour, only for it to hit the stone floor as Ghost expertly dodged it before running back.

“Aha! Found you!” Harry exclaimed, “Come out. I know you're there, and we both know I can stay here all day till you move out of the place.”

This time, there was a small shuffle at the end of the corridor before the pimpled face of Theodore Nott walked out from behind the suit.

“Carter.” Nott narrowed his eyes. “I had been hoping to be a little merciful and take you down without much…hassle, but it seems you don’t want that.”

“Well, duh!” Harry shrugged. “Who’d even like to be taken by a dotted condom like you? That’s a shame in itself.” He shook his head.

“A dotted what?”

“Wow, so you’ve never heard of condoms, huh?” Harry scoffed. “Shame your dad didn’t either—we’d all be better off.”

“What are you rambling about, Carter?” Nott growled, pointing the wand at him.

“Nothing a genius like you would understand.” Harry smiled. “Oh, and go on, call the rest of them as well. I’ll wait.”

“As if I’ll need anyone else to teach a fucking mudblood a lesson in manners.” The Slytherin scoffed.

“Please, Condom, let’s be real here.” Harry waved his hand. “You, a snotty-nosed scarecrow, I’ve been here for like…five days, and I’ve seen flobberworms show more backbone than you—and they’re literally goo, alright? So, call them before I send Theo here after them.”

“Theo….what?”

“My dog,” Harry pointed. “His name's Theo. You didn’t know that?”

“You have named your dog ‘Theo’?” He asked, shocked.

“Yup.” The merc smiled. “It’s a good name, right? And a good dog deserves a good name, right, Theo?” Harry asked his hound, who tapped his paws before nodding. “Good boy.”

“But that’s a—” 

“Oh, shut up, Nott!” Another voice chimed, and Harry turned to look at the prince of Slytherin himself, flanked, as usual, with his two hair-gel guards, Crabbe and Goyle. 

“Ah, there we go. “Hello, boys.” Harry waved at them, “Daddy loves you.”

“Fuck off, mudblood.” Draco sneered before he looked towards Nott. “And what the hell were you arguing about? Just get on with it already.”

“Sorry, Draco.” Nott apologised and pointed his wand at Harry. “Carter, open the door to your right and get inside. Do it, or you won’t like the consequences.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Why what?” 

“Why won’t I like the consequences?”

“Because they’d be quite painful for you.” Nott replied. “Now get inside!”

“And what if I was into pain?” Harry asked.

“Then you’re in for a treat because we’ll be hurting you a lot.” Draco growled before flicking his wand, “Diffindo!” 

“Tchk-tchk.” Harry sidestepped the incoming spell. “Bad knocker. Didn’t Daddy teach you? No spells during conversations.”

“Shut up—wait. What did you just call me?”

“Can’t say I’ve missed you, eh?” Harry smiled. “Long time no see, Knocker.”

“YOU!” Malfoy snarled. “YOU WERE THE ONE IN THAT CUBICLE THAT DAY!” 

“DING! DING! DING!” Harry grinned at the Malfoy heir before he shot a stunner towards Nott that hit the hastily erected shield. “Ugh, shields. Stupid.”

“It seems that you got some deluded sense of heroism in yourself, Carter.” Malfoy sneered, “Look around yourself; tell me what you see?”

“A Dicksweat, A condom and mascots of Troll Bros United,” Harry shrugged. “Did I miss anyone?”

“Trying to sound funny, eh?” Draco sneered, clenching his wand tightly.

“You’re the one who tries to sound funny, Knocker.” Harry smirked, pocketing his wand back. “Using magic against you dungbrains is an insult to magic itself.

“What are you waiting for?” Draco snapped at Crabbe and Goyle, “Get him!” He ordered, and the two stepped forwards, cracking their pudgy digits as they tried to look menacing.

Unfortunately that was the wrong thing to do—not that Malfoy had the slightest clue at the time. But this… this was the exact moment the ignorant little shit unknowingly, irreversibly, catastrophically, Completely. Utterly. Thoroughly. Unquestionably obliterated his life. This was beyond redemption. Beyond repair. Beyond stupid. 

He didn’t just screw up—he detonated the whole damn thing.

The two lardheads cracked their pudgy fingers as they left Malfoy’s side and approached the merc. Goyle charged first, swinging his meaty fist, with Crabbe following after him.

“Get that condom, boy!” Harry pointed back at Nott and smiled as Ghost ran towards him. Then he sidestepped the oncoming punch and kicked Goyle’s nutsack, grinning as he clutched his balls and fell down on the floor.

“GOYLE!” Malfoy hollered in shock; he looked towards the dog that was dodging all of Nott’s spells with practised ease.

“Oopsie!” Harry winked. “Now for Tweedle-dum.”

Crabbe was still in a stupor, watching his partner fall like a sack of potatoes. The boy didn’t even get time to be ready for the kick he received in his solar plexus. He fell back with a loud ‘thud’, hitting his head on the floor.

“Two down, one to go.” Harry dodged another cutting hex from Malfoy. “Wait for your turn, Knocker.” He snapped as he kicked Crabbe’s head, which knocked the boy unconscious. “That should keep you out.” 

There was a loud girlish scream from the other end, and the two boys looked in time to see Ghost chasing Nott out of the corridor. Harry used this moment to surprise Draco by jumping towards the blonde piggy, who was shocked to realise that he was the last one out of the four. 

“How dare you, Carter!” Malfoy snarled. “Serpensor—” 

‘SMACK!’ 

The incantation was stopped by the resounding slap before Harry picked Malfoy up by his collar and slammed him against the wall, forcing his wand to clatter helplessly against the stone floor of the corridor. 

“Now, keep quiet, Knocker.” Harry smacked him once more. “In my opinion, this is the first time that someone has actually smacked you in your snivelling excuse of an existence, so I’ll be as clear as I can…. Stay away from me. Don’t ever try anything against me, or this one slap will turn into a lot more. Clear?”

“You-You can’t—” 

Harry shoved his knee in the boy’s stomach, making him double over as he cried in pain. 

“I can, and I will. Understood, Dicksniff?”

“My father—”

Harry yanked him off the wall and hurled him on Goyle, who had just started to get his bearings back. He walked towards the two and kneeled down to look at Malfoy’s pained face. 

“So, what do you say, Dicksniff?”

Malfoy blinked out the tears that had clouded his eyes; he glanced back at the other end of the corridor only to find Harry’s dog running towards them. There was no sign of Theodore Nott, which meant that the boy had fled with his tail tucked between his legs.

“I’m not hearing the affirmation.” Harry brought him back. “Also, how did you even know my location? It’s quite early…..hell, I’m quite sure that not even ten percent of the castle is even up yet.”

The Malfoy heir didn’t say anything and instead decided that glaring at Harry was the smartest thing to do. Which it wasn’t, and all he received for that was a few more slaps before Harry got tired of his stubbornness and instead kicked him in the stomach, causing the boy to fall off of Goyle and curl into a foetal position on the ground.

“I hope the lesson was enough for you.” Harry dusted his hands off. “Now, it goes without saying that if either one of you goes to a teacher, then I'll be pulling the entire memory of the incident, including how it began, and, obviously, if you suddenly decide that bringing more punch bags would help you next time?” He grinned. “Please, be my guest.”

“Fu-Fuck you, Mudblood.” Malfoy grunted in pain, “You don’t know what you’ve…..gotten yourself into.” He panted. “Pack your stuff because you’ll be out of the castle by tonight.”

“Ooh, scary! Does that mean you’re actually going to tell someone how I literally beat the crap out of you even without a wand?” Harry gasped before laughing. “Do you really do that bullshit to scare others? Is that how you also got Greengrass to that cubicle back then? God, you’re a fucking howlermouth, you know that?” 

“Whatever.” Malfoy narrowed his eyes, slowly getting up. “If I were you, I’d start packing my stuff by now.”

“If you were me, you’d not be threatening girls to get some cunt, you needy slut.” Harry laughed hard. “Also, I just beat the crap out of you and the twedles. Are you sure that threatening me so soon is the way to go?”

This time, Draco didn’t say anything in response, and Harry, getting bored of the idiot, snapped his fingers twice to get Ghost’s attention before the two started walking towards the Hufflepuff common room. Without looking back, he flipped Malfoy off and left the corridor whistling his favourite tune.

All that said, he could do at that time was watch the merc’s broad back as the weight of reality came crashing around him. He looked down at Goyle, who had received a few more hits and was still groaning, while Crabbe had yet to even move from the kick that he received at the beginning.

And, of course, Nott’s cowardice was as strong as ever. The fucker was chased down by a fucking dog of all things.

They had clearly underestimated him. 

Days of trailing him, tracking his schedule, planning the perfect moment—wasted. The boy had been strong—far too strong—for them to handle on their own, and he doubted that getting a few more would have made any difference.

And the worst part?

He had not even used a wand! 

The boy had fought them in a muggle way, punching, kicking and slapping his way through the three of them. Slapping…fucking slapping him! Draco Malfoy! Not even his own parents had ever laid a hand on him, and here a random mud-fucking-blood had done him like he was nothing more than a Knockturn Alley whore.

Well, there will be consequences alright…..consequences that Harry Carter would certainly not like.

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It didn’t take long for the news to spread throughout the entirety of Hogwarts. The rumour mill was quite strong, and, as a result, there were several versions of Harry’s encounter with the Slytherins. It basically depended on who you bothered to ask.

There were stories of Harry forcing the Slytherins into submission before making them beg for forgiveness, and then there were versions where Dumbledore had interfered in the bout and saved his arse. Personally, the Merc liked the one where he and Ghost had gone as far as to piss on the three.

That was actually something he might do the next time Knocker and his ilk decided to poke their extra-long nose in his matters.

Unfortunately, no matter the version, all the stories had one thing in common: Harry leaving the three musks-in-tears….something which was supported by the fact that the three had been taken to the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey had forbidden them from joining classes anytime soon.

Harry was pretty sure that Draco Malfoy wasn’t actually hurt that much and was just being a whining attention whore, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. 

Especially not when half the castle was happy with the boy’s vaunted absence in the Great Hall and classes.

Unfortunately, as they say, all good things have to come to an end. It was the same with Harry, as the boy had been forced to leave his lunch and join the headmaster and an irate Lucius Malfoy in the former’s office.

“Lovely! Nothing like walking in a room full of professional-level passive-aggressive staring contests.” Harry said before he winked at the portrait of Phineas Nigellus, who scoffed at him. “Charming as usual.”

“Ah, Mr Carter, it's good to see that you were able to join us on such short notice.” Dumbledore began in a grave tone, his eyes devoid of the usual twinkles. “It seems like it was only yesterday when you were in the office for your behaviour.”

“No sir, it's been five days since that.” Harry smiled before he picked a few candies from the offered bowl of sherbet lemons.

“And yet here we are.” He gave the boy a reproachful look which didn’t have any effect on Harry. “Assaulting students, Mr Carter? I’d truly believed that our agreement would hold longer than just five days.”

“It did, sir.” Harry said. “I said that I won’t do a thing as long as they don’t bother me. Unfortunately for the three dumbasses, they decided to stalk me before ganging up in the corridor today.”

“How predictable. Lies — the last refuge of the unworthy.” A biting voice entered the conversation. “Do all of your kind develop such a talent for fiction, or is this the magical gift that got you into an institute like Hogwarts?”

Harry turned to look at the other man in the office. “And who’s this charming lady?”

“Lord Lucius Malfoy. Of the Noble House of Malfoy.” His cold grey eyes narrowed with contempt. “I trust that means something even to the likes of you.” 

“Oh, yes, it does.” Harry nodded. “I’ve been told that you lot have been quite good at arselicking, so much so that Voldemort and the retiring minister got orgasms from it. Tell me, ‘Lord’ Malfoy, are you already training your son in the family’s tradition, or is he still too young to be taught the finer arts of arselicking?”

“Mind your tongue, boy.” Malfoy hissed, his tone sharper than a blade. “You are already in quite a deep pit, and I’d suggest not digging more dirt for your own grave.”

“Deep pit for what? Slapping some sense into that idiot you call a son? Bah!” Harry waved off. “If you’re here based on his cries, then may I remind you that there’s something called a memory, a truth serum and even a vow on magic?”

“Foolishly fresh blood like yours need not remind me of what magic could do, Carter.” He mocked. “My ancestors practically made the rules that people like you are bound to follow.”

“Ah, actually, that’s not true.” The merc smiled. “You see, after I met Knocker—that’s your son, by the way—on the train, I went on to check your family’s history. Do you want to know what horrifying truths I found in the archives?” He asked before adding. “A few centuries ago you lot were nothing more than goat fuckers in the French countryside before being kicked out of the lands and thrown like absolute toerags to the British Isles.” 

“Why you filthy little….” Malfoy growled, his knuckles turned white as he clenched his cane. “Another lie and I’ll personally make sure that you suffer like the vermin you are.”

“Lie? Dear me!” Harry exclaimed as he turned to look at Dumbledore. “Do you see this, sir? This man here is shamelessly denying his heritage that’s written in the ministry records.” He shook his head before grinning, “Would you even deny the fact that if not for a few of your cunning ancestors, you’d be nothing more than arselickers scurrying for a galleon in the Knockturn?”

Lucius couldn’t hold back anymore. And how could he? A filthy—in his generous opinion—mudblood was pulling off something that had been carefully hidden by the Malfoys for centuries. Secrets that had been kept under the rug through copious amounts of bribery, debts and threats were being brutally shoved into his face. 

Despite his outward composure, fury simmered just beneath the facade of calmness, and with a sudden, almost violent motion, Lucius Malfoy drew his wand from his cane holster and pointed it at the younger mage.

“Lucius!” Dumbledore jumped from his seat, shocked at the speed at which the meeting was going downhill. “I’m sure you understand how unfortunate it’d be for our wands to be out of our holsters, right? Mr Carter is a student of Hogwarts, and as such, comes under my protection.”

“Then I expect you to immediately expel this miscreant from Hogwarts.” He replied, his wand poised. “Frankly, I struggle to see how you can guarantee the safety of any student when such a feral thing is allowed to wander these corridors unchecked.”

“Expel me? You wish, Princess Platinum.” Harry scoffed. “Also, let’s not pretend you’re worried about student safety, alright?” He smirked slyly, “You’re just mad someone finally made your son eat dust without a silver spoon shoved up their arse.”

“Mr Carter, you’re not making this any easier. Step back.” The headmaster interrupted, knowing full well what Harry was about to do and not liking it one bit. “And you, Lord Malfoy… Surely a man of your standing is not so easily ruffled by the words of a student? We are grown wizards; hence, indulging in such childish bouts is beneath us.”

“How noble of you, Dumbledore, to preach about restraint while defending insolence at the same time. Forgive me if I fail to see the wisdom in tolerating disrespect to one’s family simply because it comes from a child.” He sneered before finally returning his wand into the cane and gave a thin smile. “Still, I shall defer to your guidance. After all, it’s your school—and your rules.”

“Your compliance is appreciated.” The warlock nodded before he turned towards Harry. “So, according to you, Misters Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott had cornered you early in the morning, right? Did they do anything else?”

“Hmm…yes,” Harry nodded. “Nott was the one to fire the first spell from behind, after which my dog found him hiding behind an armour—lame, if you ask me.” He shrugged. “After that I called them out and rage-baited Nott before Knocker and his boyfriends announced themselves.”

“Mr Nott claims that your dog attacked him?” Dumbledore frowned. “I remember you promising me that he won’t be attacking anyone under your watch.”

“Again, sir, with all due limited respect, I said that he’s trained, is my familiar and is like me.” Harry shrugged. “It’s quite obvious that it’d want to protect me from anyone who attacks; that’s what a good dog does.”

“Who’d even bother to attack an annoyance like you?” Lucius scoffed.

“Well, your perfume for one, then there’s your hair…and yeah, that dress too.” Harry counted off on his fingers. “You know what? I think your mere existence is attacking my sense of humour. Go away, would you?”

“Trying to be funny, boy?”

“It’s funny how your little spermhead said that same thing today, and see what happened to him.” Harry smiled. “Want to join? I’m sure you’d make a nice addition in the hospital wing.” 

“Are you really threatening me, boy?” Lucius glared at him, his grey eyes spewing hatred at Harry. “Aren’t you afraid of the consequences of threatening a Lord of the Wizengamot?”

“A lord? With that hair? Please, ma'am, stay true to yourself.” Harry barked out laughing. “Also, why are you guys always so confused between a threat and a statement?”

“That’s enough, Mr Carter.” Dumbledore interrupted. “I would like it more if instead of joking around you’d follow the rules of our school.”

“Tell me one rule that I broke.”

“Shall we start with your uniform then?” Dumbledore pointed at his attire. “Also, could you please get better shirts?”

“What’s wrong with this?” Harry asked, almost astonished.

“The quote on it.”

The merc looked at his grey T-shirt. “People will jack your style but won’t jack you off.” He read out loud. “That’s true. You are jacking about my t-shirt but not jacking me off either… Actually, that’s a good thing.”

“Mr Carter, you're not supposed to wear something like that.” 

“What? A T-shirt?” Harry blinked. “What do you want me to wear then? A frock like him?” He pointed at Lucius, who sneered at him.

“Normal attire—”

“As lovely as it is to discipline him regarding uniforms, Headmaster, I believe we have more important matters at hand.” The man jumped in. "Carter—and his mutt—has assaulted my son and his companions. For such an affront, I demand retribution. Preferably something befitting the insult dealt to no less than four ancient and noble houses of Britain."

“Yes, and he will be punished accordingly, Lord Malfoy; I will personally see to it.” Albus nodded before turning to Harry. “Mr Carter, despite my warnings, you didn’t restrain yourself and instead indulged in a fistfight with Messrs Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle and allowed your pet to chase Mr Nott down the corridor. For that, you are being sent to a month-long detention.”

“Albus, you can’t be serious!” Lucius scoffed, “A month of detention for physically assaulting my son?”

“I hate to say this, but Princess Platinum is right.” Harry frowned. “A month is too long, especially when those bitches were thirsting for some spanks.”

“That's not what I meant, Carter!” Lucius barked in anger, “And I forbid you from referring to me as anything other than Lord Malfoy.”

“‘Forbid’ my overqualified dick, Princess.” Harry scoffed back at Lucius, “The only time I’m ever listening to a Malfoy is when your wife asks me to fuck her harder.”

“Mr Carter!” Dumbledore cried in alarm. “That’s a bit too—Lucius!”

Unfortunately, the elder Malfoy had long thrown caution to the wind. His wand flashed in his hand faster than anyone could blink, and a curse was ready on his lips. 

But before the words could fully form, his opponent clamped the wand’s tip, yanking it away with brutal force, leaving Malfoy frozen in stunned disbelief.

“Guess who just lost his wand?!” Harry grinned, jumping away from the enraged wizard. “Here’s a hint: Pompous Pansy!”

There was a momentary pause before Dumbledore was able to come out of his shock. “Not this again, Harry….” He gave a tired sigh before he glanced at the absolutely livid form of Lucius Malfoy. “Lucius….”

“Give me my wand back.” Lucius growled at the boy, his voice colder than steel and yet laced with absolute fury as his eyes bore daggers into Harry's.

“Say pleeeeease.”

“Carter….” 

“Harry, give Lord Malfoy his wand back.” Dumbledore finally said, and even his voice had lost all of its usual warmth and friendliness. “It would be prudent of you to do just that because anything else would not end in your favour.”

“Eh?” Harry raised his eyebrow. “So you’re telling me that this daddy-kiddy duo can pull their wands and hex me all they want, and yet all I have to do is stand still and take it? No, sir, I won’t. If they are the ones offering me their cunts, then I will fuck them.”

“It seems that you have already dealt enough damage, Mr Carter.” Dumbledore stated coldly. “Young Draco is being treated by Poppy in the hospital wing, and you have already said enough to Lord Malfoy as well.”

“Hmm…and I am being punished for that.” Harry pointed out. “What sort of justice is this? You want to know the truth, sir? Ask those idiots what they were doing so early near the Hufflepuff common room, or why there were no portraits in that corridor. Hell, just ask them for a memory of the incident, or make them swear an oath that they weren’t there to harm me in the first place.”

“My wand—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Catch!” Harry threw the wand back at the elder Malfoy, who deftly caught it. “Now shut up. I didn’t do anything wrong. My dog didn’t even touch that dotted condom, Nott; he ran away before Ghost could’ve even harmed him anyway. This dick-measuring contest of yours ends here because I'm way too bored to entertain a pussy like you for more than ten minutes.”

“You will only leave when you have the permission to do so. My office is not the great hall for you to walk in and out with leisure.” The headmaster intoned. “The boys in the hospital wing will be punished after they are released; meanwhile, for the next two months, you will be having detentions with Professor Hagrid every night after dinner.”

“You do realise you’re giving me detention for defending myself, right?” 

“Defence at the expense of another’s life is not true defence, Harry.” Dumbledore shook his head. “What you did in the morning was not defence. It began as one, yes, but it quickly changed into a corridor scuffle. Something that I, as the headmaster, wouldn’t encourage for my students.”

“So what was I supposed to do? Stand there with a bloody shield?” Harry spat in anger. “Both of us know that there were four idiots, and I was meant to protect myself as well as my pet. Which means that running away or standing with a shield while waiting for some professor is not my way of doing things.”

“You could’ve simply stunned them and then reported them to a professor instead of indulging in a brawl.” The warlock sighed. “The way you chose got you a detention instead of praise, Mr Carter, and I hope that this punishment will help you realise that sometimes we need something different than violence to solve our problems.” He added, “The sooner you learn that, the better for you.”

“At least my ways give better results.” Harry scoffed. “Stunning and whining is what gives those spermlets more freedom. Now at least they would think a thousand times before daring to attack me.”

“And I trust that you shall reflect upon those words yourself as well before you find yourself entangled in yet another skirmish.” Dumbledore pointed out.

Harry narrowed his eyes but didn’t say 'refute' anymore. He knew that it would be pointless to do so. Therefore, all he did was pick another candy and look back at the old man. “Anything left, or can I leave now?” 

“Please.” Albus waved towards the door.

The young mercenary glanced towards the blonde man who was still glaring daggers into the darkness that was outside the window; his body was stiff, and his fingers were clenched around the wand that was safely tucked inside his cane. 

“A good night to you as well, Pussy Lucy.” Harry gave a two-fingered salute before leaving the room.

Lucius Malfoy was absolutely livid, and there was nothing short of Carter’s expulsion that would’ve calmed the rage that was coursing through him at that moment. Unfortunately, even the Malfoy lord knew that going against Albus Dumbledore while they were inside his office was not the way to do things.

Therefore, rather than kill his opponent, the Malfoy Lord had decided to stay quiet and wait for the boy to leave. The boy’s wild and unpredictable nature can easily be manipulated into doing something…...something that would require another, much harsher punishment that wouldn’t stop with a simple detention.

“Lord Malfoy?”

“I expected more from you, Headmaster,” Malfoy drawled, his voice filled with contempt. “Regrettably, it appears the fault lies with me—for I should have anticipated that you would go to such lengths to shield a filthy criminal like this.”

“A criminal, Lucius?” Dumbledore asked him. “Isn’t calling someone a criminal just for a simple corridor brawl a bit too much?”

“A simple corridor brawl which has resulted in my son staying in the hospital wing!” Lucius thundered, “Carter assaulted the heirs of three prominent families, his mutt chased down another, and then the boy went on to insult my wife inside your office… And all he gets is a detention! You call this justice?”

“Every learnt individual was once a free-spirited soul, Lucius. I am sure you are aware of that considering your own transgressions inside these very halls.” Albus pointed out as he sat down once more. “What Harry did was nothing more than a folly of a foul mouth, quick temper and youth. Nothing you and I couldn’t ignore.”

“It’s not your son who’s in the hospital wing, Headmaster.” The blonde lord hissed, his pale grey orbs glaring daggers. “But I will have justice. I will raise this matter in the next meeting of the governors and ensure that Harry Carter receives appropriate punishment for what he has done.”

“Of course, Lucius.” Dumbledore nodded, picking a yellow candy from the bowl and popping it in his mouth. “A lord of your station, complaining to others about how a newly arrived muggleborn managed to fight four pureblood wizards, and how one of them wasn’t even able to fight something as simple as a dog.” 

The older mage gave a small smile when Lucius sneered at him before turning to leave. “Oh, and Lord Malfoy?” He halted the man from leaving. “Once the boys are released from the hospital wing, I would call each of them separately to learn exactly what four Slytherins were doing that early near the Hufflepuff common room.”

The blonde mage didn’t say anything; he understood that Dumbledore already knew what the four kids were doing. He would need to have a chat with his son to make sure that each of them has the same story to cover up their mistake of cornering Carter early in the morning.

And with that, he left the office, walking down the staircase and out of the griffin gargoyle. Malfoy’s thoughts were still fixated on the way Dumbledore had turned the tables on him, and of course he was still angry at Harry for insulting him like that. 

He wasn’t delusional or petty enough to be angry on his son’s behalf. He knew the boy better than anyone, and he understood that Draco had indeed gone to assault Harry. Why? That was something he'd like to know once the boy was well enough to talk.

The elder Lord was so absorbed in his own disdainful musings—quietly deriding Carter’s insolence and blaming Dumbledore—that he scarcely noticed the shift in the air of the empty corridor. 

Without warning, the door beside him swung open with a loud noise.

All the man could do was let out a surprised gasp when a hand shot out from the shadows—swift and unceremonious—and quickly seized Malfoy by the scruff of his immaculate robes before dragging him inside the dim room, slamming the door shut behind them.

For the third time that night, Lucius Malfoy’s wand came out of the cane holster, and in a repeat of its last scenario, it was snatched away within a moment.

“Wh-Who is it?!” Lucius snarled, “Lumos!” 

The wandless lumos illuminated the dark room, and, amid the haphazardly strewn benches of the abandoned classroom, was a tall young man in a leather trenchcoat. His green eyes flashed with excitement, promising unadulterated sufferings for the one person who stood before them.

“Hello, Pussy Lucy.” Harry grinned. “Long time no see.

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