MwaM; Ch 10: Hello, Miss Bones

Author's Note: Hello there, this is chapter 10 of Merc with a Mouth. I really hope you will like it.

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Merc with a Mouth

-Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 10: Hello, Miss Bones~~

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The next morning came too soon for Harry as he opened his eyes at his usual five and found himself in bed with Megan wrapped around him with her messy hair sprawled all over his chest.

He gave a small smile at how cute she looked, snoozing softly in the crook of his neck. He leaned down to kiss her head before gently patting her back, “Wake up, sleepyhead.” He whispered.

“Mhmm…..five more minutes, Gwen.” Megan mumbled in her sleep.

“I could’ve been Gwen; unfortunately, I got a big hard cock and no tits.” He laughed at the way her eyes popped open. “Morning, Miss Screamer.”

Megan blinked a bit before last night’s memories assaulted her brain and her cheeks turned pink. She smiled at Harry and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

“Good morning.” 

“No regrets?” He asked.

“What for?” She asked, propping herself on her elbows. “I wanted you, and you were here for me. There’s no room for regrets; I don’t do it if I don’t want to.” 

“Well, we did it quite a few times last night.”

“That we did.” She giggled before her eyes fell on the windows. “Wait, why is it still dark outside?”

“That’s because it’s still five in the morning.” He replied. “And I have to go back to the boys' dormitories.” He slowly rose from the bed, the comfortable golden and black blanket sliding down his chiselled abs that made her want to kiss them once more.

“Five’s too early; I don’t wake up till—”

“Six, yes, you told me.” Harry nodded. “But I didn’t want the bed to be empty when you woke up later; therefore, it’s better that I leave knowing full well that you don’t regret last night, and I needed to do one more thing.” 

“Hmm?” She mumbled, snuggling deeper in the blanket. “What’s that?”

“We need to do something about the marks.” He grinned, and she couldn’t help but blush once more. 

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By the time Harry got ready for the day, the common room had gotten a bit more crowded as a few more Puffs were lounging in the area, waiting for their friends to join them for breakfast.

Harry, too, sat on the sofa so that he could wait for Susan and Hannah. Today was his first day at Hogwarts, and he didn’t want to dilly-dally meeting her anymore. He had already done all he could to protect her from afar; now all he needed was to be with her.

There was just a teeny-weeny problem: He didn’t know how to do that. 

And when he gave it some thought, his mind came up with: Approach her directly, and talk your way into being with her.

‘Gee, thanks, brain. It’s as if I didn’t know that approaching someone directly would allow me to talk with them.’ Harry thought before shaking his head. ‘And now I’m being sarcastic with myself. Wow.’

“Shouldn’t you be in Hogwarts robes by now?” 

Harry turned his head and came face-to-face with the smiling face of a curly-haired boy with deep brown eyes. The boy didn’t have anything particularly descriptive other than the fact that he was in Harry’s year.

“Special permissions.” Harry replied.

“Really? From Professor Dumbledore?” The boy asked again.

“Yep.” He nodded. “I can wear these for as long as I want.”

“That’s so cool!” The boy grinned. “Makes me quite jealous of you, y’know?”

Harry just smirked at him. Of course he knew that. One of the many things that he loved about Dragon was their uniform. Not only did the trenchcoat have charms and runes to protect the wearer, but it also had a lot of small pockets that were charmed with expansion and feather-light charms that helped him carry lots of stuff.

Not to mention it made him look quite badass. Like, he couldn’t even imagine himself killing someone while wearing those hideously dull robes that Hogwarts called uniform.

“Justin.” The boy forwarded his hand. “Justin Finch-Fletchley. We are in the same year.”

“I know. Saw you last night.” Harry took the boy’s hand, absently noting how soft it was before he shook it thrice. “So, how may I help you?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts and Hufflepuff.” He smiled. “I wanted to talk with you before as well, but by the time I returned last night, you were already asleep, and you left quite early today as well.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been an early riser.” Harry shrugged. “Errr…do you mind?” He pointed at their clasped hands. 

“Oh, oh! Sorry.” He blushed and quickly dropped Harry’s hand as if it burnt. “I—sorry. I forgot.” He gave a hesitant chuckle. “I’d also like to apologise for what happened yesterday.”

“Regarding?” 

“Your dog, Zach.” He answered. “I don’t know why Smith did all that. Well, I do, I guess, but I didn’t know it’d go like that.” At Harry’s questioning glance, he added more. “Smith….sort of enjoys old blood immunity inside the house. It’s said that they are able to trace their lineage to Helga Hufflepuff herself, which sort of gives him the power to…..kinda rule the puffs.” 

“Rule?” Harry enquired. “Like what? Some sort of arch-douche, Lucifer, big daddy thingy?” 

“Well, it’s not as severe here as it is in other houses, obviously.” Justin sighed. “It’s just that people listen to him, and they follow him.” 

“That’s all well and good, but what does that have to do with me?” 

“Remember what the hat said about you?”

“A lot, yeah. What of it?” 

“That hat has never said anything like that regarding anyone.” Fletchley explained. “Not even popular ones like Malfoy, Greengrass, or Longbottom, or even excessively smart ones like Granger and Patil. It just announces our house, and that’s it, but for you it was different, and I think everyone felt that. Including Smith.” 

“So what? He suddenly feels like I'm a threat to his supposed position?"

“Yes.” Justin nodded. “Sprout is happy because you brought more students to Hufflepuff than the last three years combined, and the first years quite literally worship you—no, I'm not joking!” The boy laughed. “They do. They’ve been waving at you all morning, and I even heard a few wanting your autographs as well.” 

“Autographs?” Harry blinked. “For what?” 

“Who knows? All I do know is that they adore you, and that makes them your followers and puts you on a pedestal.” He grinned. “Not to mention there are a few Puffs in every year who want to meet and chat with you, assess you, and then it’s possible that they might leave Smith’s group and join yours.”

“Tough luck. I don’t have a group.” Harry leaned back in his chair. “Also, not going to bullshit around you, but I really don’t give a rat’s arse about this whole kingship or Smith or even those midgets who worship me.”

“Yes, but Smith does. And he won’t stop till he’s satisfied with humiliating you in front of the house.” Fletchley shrugged. “Especially with what happened last night. He’s quite infuriated with you.” 

“Hah! Pity I don’t give a fuck about him.” Harry laughed. “I’ve seen dogs more threatening than that pissy-panter.”

“Well, my job was to inform you.” The curly-haired boy shrugged. “Though Smith might not be a Pitbull, he’s certainly far more fierce than a Border Collie.” 

“Good for me. I was worried my stay at Hogwarts would be boring.”

“Well, the way I noticed a few girls looking at you last night, I doubt that you’ll—” 

“Justin?” A new voice interrupted them, “Were you waiting for us?”

Said boy jumped off the sofa with a grin. “I was, and then I found Harry all alone, so I decided to have a little chat with him.” He explained as the girls looked behind him to see the lounging mercenary.

Harry almost laughed at the way things had turned. He looked once more at the new arrivals before he stood up and forwarded his hand, “Harry Carter.”

“Susan Bones.” The beautiful girl gave a small smile and clasped his hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

Harry decided to follow some manners for once and gave a small kiss to her knuckles. “Pleasure is all mine.” He looked beside Susan and smiled.

“Doubt that.” The blonde smirked. “Hannah Abott, and I prefer handshakes.” She shook his hand. “So, the mystery boy found our wayward friend, eh? I wonder how that happened.” 

“Mystery boy?”

“Just that all of Hogwarts is talking about you right now.” Hannah giggled. 

“Entire Hogwarts?” 

“Well, we puffs surely are.” Susan added. “I’m quite sure everyone here wants to meet the one boy introduced so flatteringly by the sorting hat of all things.”

“Quite sure that the hat was pulling my leg.” Harry shrugged. “After all, I did throw him quite far when he was trying to sort me.” 

“Really?” Susan’s eyes widened in surprise. “When did that happen?”

“Yesterday in—”

“Hey, you know Harry can tell us all about that during breakfast as well, right?” Justin asked the girls. “I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving.” Hannah wrinkled her nose. “And who’s to say that Harry wasn’t waiting for someone already?”

“I actually wasn’t.” Harry replied. “I was just waiting for a familiar enough face and would have gone for breakfast with them.”

“Oh? Well, that settles it then.” The blonde grinned. “You’re joining us for breakfast, and I want to hear all about your sorting.”

“We.” Susan smiled, and Hannah just rolled her eyes.

All Harry could do was grin at the girl as the group started moving towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

‘And to think I had been worried about getting into her group.’ He thought, ‘It’s almost as if this is some grand story, and a nerdy writer was planning all of this.’ 

Wait. No. Not nerdy!

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Daphne Greengrass, the heiress of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass, was a complete mess. 

Her hair was perfectly combed as always, long lustrous locks of golden blonde. Her face was as gorgeous as ever, her baby pink lipstick was perfect, and the light blush on her cheeks was as soft as always. 

No one. Absolutely no one could’ve even come to the conclusion that the girl was actually quite tired and had not even slept properly for the last month. 

Ever since Lord Voldemort had attacked the Bones Manor, her father had started to prolong his ‘work meetings’ that sometimes happened till daybreak and involved a few Lords who were from the dark sect of Wizengamort. 

Just two nights ago she had seen Lords Parkinson, Nott, and Goyle leave her father’s study at three in the morning. They had been conversing about a pact of sorts, but she had been unable to follow them and therefore had not been able to learn what they were actually talking about.

She looked towards the middle of the table. The place where Malfoy and his ilk usually gathered. They weren’t there yet since Tracey had pulled her to the Great Hall for an early morning breakfast. 

Her mind was still focused on the last conversation she had with her father, where he had clearly told her that someday he’d be promoted to the inner circle of his lord and master and that he’d do anything to get that promotion.

He might even go as far as to sell his daughters to one of the families as brides-to-be and sign their names in a marriage contract.

Which is why it was even more important now to be alert and to make sure that nothing happened to herself, Astoria, and Tracey.

And if their safety required something from her? She’d gladly part with it. Their future was more important.

“DAPHNE!” 

Daphne blinked in surprise, accidentally dropping the spoon on the table as she turned to look at her friend. “What?!” 

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes while you’ve been staring at the ceiling.” Tracey frowned. “What’s wrong with you?” 

“Nothing, Tracey.” She sighed. “I was just thinking of something.” 

“Clearly.” Her friend replied tersely. “What’s going on? You haven’t been yourself since yesterday.” 

“I—”

“More like since the summer.” Another voice interrupted them, and both the girls glanced at the new arrival.

“Little Greengrass.” Tracey smirked. “How have you been?” 

“Better than her.” Astoria looked at Daphne. “Scoot over.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I have to sit.” She replied. “It’s breakfast, remember?” 

“You don’t have to sit here.” Daphne shook her head. “Go and sit at your table.” 

“I can sit wherever I want.” Astoria frowned before she made some space for herself beside her sister. “Now, don’t be a spoilsport. I can only be here till they start distributing the schedules.” 

“Why are you—hey, what are you doing?” 

The youngest of the Greengrasses gave an impish smile as she kept on piling more food on Daphne’s plate, “Just making sure that you eat.” She added two more sandwiches before putting in a small omelette. 

“Now, Daph, say Aaaa…” She said, holding a sandwich next to Daphne’s mouth.

“I know how to eat, Astoria.” Daphne glared at her sister. “Now, stop embarrassing me, and go back to your table.” 

“Not till you finish this sandwich.” The Ravenclaw denied. “I’m quite tired of watching you starve yourself to death. Even last night you were basically playing with the peas all day.” 

“So what? Not everyone’s a glutton like you.” She replied. “I’m not that hungry. Simple.” 

“Oh yeah? Stop being a brat and open your mouth.” 

“Don’t behave like you’re our mother.” 

“Then don’t behave like you’re my daughter.” Astoria grinned. “Quick, Daph! Eat it fast!” 

“You’re embarrassing me.” 

“Really? Get used to it.” She smirked before pushing the sandwich closer to Daphne’s lips. “Now, are you going to eat it, or should I tell you what actual embarrassment means?” 

Daphne sighed, but she knew that her sister was far too stubborn to drop it till she got what she wanted. And that if she said it, she might do it as well. 

Astoria Greengrass never gave empty threats.

Therefore, as a prudent Slytherin and an heiress of the Greengrass household…….Daphne opened her mouth and took a bite of delicious sandwiches that had been prepared for them by the Hogwarts elves.

“Good girl.” Astoria giggled when Daphne narrowed her eyes at her. It was quite funny to watch her sister glare at her with her cheeks puffed out like a five-year-old girl.

“Now, we still have almost one hour before the classes begin, and I’ll be watching you from the other end.” She smiled at her. “If the plate isn’t clean before you leave, I swear on Merlin’s name that I’ll join you for dinner, and then leave you embarrassed enough for at least a week. Got it?”

“You can’t do that.” Daphne replied.

“Would you like to test it?” Astoria tilted her head and smiled.

“...no.” 

“Good.” She nodded. “Tracey?” 

“Yeah, Tori?” 

“Please, make sure that lovely sister cleans her plate before she leaves, will you?” She asked the bubbly brunette. “Also, make sure to poke her waist if she ever loses her focus again. It’s quite a sensitive spot, tried and tested.” 

“Sure, Tori.” Tracey nodded as the youngest of the Greengrasses got up and left the Slytherin table. Finally, she turned to look at her friend and asked. “Do you want me to feed you as well? Or you can eat on your own?” 

“I hate you.” She groaned. “Both of you.”

“Yes, well, love you too, sweetheart.” Tracey smiled, taking another sip from her goblet. “Now, there are three more sandwiches and an omelette. Chop-Chop!”

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Albus Dumbledore leaned back in his chair as he finished reading the small message from his long-time friend, Alastor Moody.

The man had told him, on their first meeting itself, that Harry Carter looked way too much like a young James Potter. 

That Harry Carter was actually Harry Potter.

He had vehemently denied it at first; after all, how could a boy as small as five who had been left in the woods by his uncle at night vanish into thin air and then return nearly fifteen years later as a certified and trained mercenary?

They had searched for Harry Potter throughout the British Isles and had even gone as far as to scan the entirety of Europe for the boy, and all they had received was hopelessness. 

It was impossible! It's preposterous to even think that something like that was remotely possible.

Yet, even on just a single glance, Dumbledore could say that Harry was actually a Potter. The boy had the classic Potter features, which he had witnessed in James and Charlus before him. 

Even Minerva, although still a bit perturbed, had admitted that it was quite possible for the mercenary to actually be the son of James Potter.

‘And now this…’ He thought as he once more gazed at the small letter;

Albus, 

Carter’s father, Atlas, is on a mission, but I have managed to contact my friend. 

He doesn’t know much about Deadpool since he wasn’t in the boy’s life since the beginning, but he told me something way more important. Something that we didn’t know before.

Atlas never married. 

Harry Carter is his adopted son.

Alastor

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Ending Note: There we go! The identities are coming out!! I had originally planned to stretch it out some more but there's no use of it. So, there we go!

I'll try to get another chapter for you by Sunday!

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With regards,
Dev Black