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MwaM: Ch 15: How to Train Your Pureblood
🕑 Added 2025-09-12 18:04:11 +0000 UTCAuthor'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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âCarter?â Lucius frowned in surprise. âWhat is the meaning of this?!â
âJust wanted to say hello.â Harry smiled, twirling Malfoyâs wand between his fingers. âFamily heirloom, is it?â He asked. âCause a whining bitch like you doesnât seem the type to be chosen by a dragon heartstring core.â
âHow dare you! Give me my wand back.â Malfoy growled, taking a step towards Harry, âOr else youââ
âHmmâŚstill not afraid, eh? Is it because you have money and power?â Harry frowned. âOr is it because youâve never seen something truly frightening before?â
âThereâs a long list of things that Iâd have considered frightening, and you donât come anywhere close to it.â Lucius sneered, his fingers twitching in suppressed anger. âWhat you are is untamed chaos, a free beast whoâs yet to find his master.â
âLike you?â Harry threw back at him. âThatâs why you went to old Voldy, is it? To get a master who leashes you, praises you and punishes you.â
âI donât know what you mean.â The elder mage sniffed, his eyes moving across the room. âI had been under the Imperius; everyone knows that.â
âOf course, the Imperius.â Harry nodded. âIf you had to pay a galleon for the number of times anyone actually believed that bullshit, youâd still be as rich as you are right now.â He shook his head, examining the wand. âAnyways...letâs see if it works.â He mumbled before pointing it at Lucius. âStupefy-Incarcerous-Wingardium Leviosa.â
The distance between themâno matter how shortâdidnât even matter, as within the blink of an eye, Lucius Malfoy was stunned, tied and levitated upside down by his heels.
âThatâs like a good boy.â The merc grinned, walking towards the levitating form of Lord Malfoy. âNow, I have a small gift for you.â
Harry pulled out a pair of magic-suppressing handcuffs from one of the many pockets of his overcoat and calmly clipped it around Malfoyâs wrists, making sure that the lock was in place before activating the cuffs.
âNow, Iâd have loved to leave you like this; unfortunately, I know someone would ultimately find you, and then youâll cry like a bitch to anyone whoâd bother to hear you bemoan about cruel Harry CarterâŚ.thereforeâŚRenervate.â
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. âYou donât know what you are doing, boy. One more mistake and itâll be your last.â
âDoes that mean people can get away with whatever Iâve done to date?â Harry blinked. âNice to know, but that makes me wonder something.â
âWhat?â
âWhat truly gets your knickers in a twist?â
âNeither do you need to know that, nor would you live if you donât put me down and give me my wand back.â Lucius growled, âNow!â
âAww, but I do!â Harry clapped his hands like an excited kid. âYou see that pretty little mask of yours? The one you had because of your pesky little Occlumency shields? Yes, that one.â Harry smiled, flicking the wand so that Malfoy Sr was face-to-face with him. âIâd love to watch it break apart.â
âCarterâŚ.put me down right now, or I swear on my nameââ
âSMACK!â
Lucius blinked in absolute shock when he realised that the searing pain in his right cheek was because of Carterâs slap. In his entire bloody existence there had not been a single fucking moment when anyoneâneither his own father nor the Dark Lord nor anyone else, for that matterâhad dared to slap him.
And here a fucking mudblood had slapped him like he was some cheap slut from the Knockturn.
âAha!â Harry cheered. âThere it is! The mask is breaking! So all it took was one slap, huh? Weak.â
âCARTER! YOU FUCKING MUDBLOOD!â Malfoy snarled, spit oozing from his mouth as he glared at the boy. âHOW DARE YOU SLAP ME, BOY! RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!â Malfoy struggled in his ropes, trying hard to break free of them.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. He wasnât 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.
âNuh uh!â The younger mage smiled. âStill talking. That means I havenât gone far enough.â
What followed was one of the most infuriatingly insulting and humiliating fifteen minutes of Lucius Malfoyâs life.
The mad boyâfor he, in his right mind, could never call the boy saneâhad 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 himâŚ.unfortunately that had been the first five minutes.
After that, Harry had disrobed Malfoy, made fun of little Malfoyâs 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 wouldâve easily transformed into a blonde version of Scott Summers and roasted Harry with his pew-pew eyes.
âNow, Iâll release you soon, alright? Be a good boy and stay down after that, or weâll have to play once more.â Harry smiled at him. âOh, and do take a bath. For some reason you smell like someone pissed on you.â He laughed hard after, making sure to mock Lucius as much as he could.
Malfoy wasnât 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.
âYou know itâs no fun when you are silent like that, Lucy pussy.â Harry pouted, pulling the manâs cheek as if he were a baby. âTalk, Toilet. Or Iâll start assuming what youâre thinking, and trust me, even I donât want to assume what I'm thinking.â
âFree. Me. you mudblood.â Said Lucius, his voice as cold as snow and yet contained, burning like hellfire.
âAnd what if I donât?â Harry tilted his head. âWhat if I leave you like this? OrâŚwhat if I just kill you here?â
âYou canât.â Malfoyâs lips twitched into a smirk which couldnât reach his eyes. âDumbledore knows that I was here to kick you out of the school; the portraits will tell that I hadnât left the corridor, and thus they would immediately suspect you.â
âJust suspect?â
âThatâd be the starting point.â Lucius replied before adding. âThe minister is my personal friend. Heâll make sure to extract everything from you before either throwing you forever in Azkaban or youâll be kissed by the dementors if you are fortunate enough.â
âEughâŚOnly youâd consider a dementorâs kiss as someone being fortunate, weirdo.â Harry made a vomit face before he shook his head. âAnd to tell you, nothing of that sort will actually happen.â
âYou think so?â Malfoyâs grin widened a bit. âThen what do you think will happen to you?â
âA stomach full of delicious food and a good nightâs rest, of course!â The boy laughed. âOh, 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.â
âFOOL!â Malfoy snarled. âYOU THINK YOU WOULD GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?! YOU THINK NOTHING WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU FORââ
âSMACK!â
Harry slapped the man once more before smiling, âOf course, nothing would happen to me, Toilet, and thatâs because you canât do shit about what I've done. Do you know why?â He leaned closer to Malfoy and whispered. âAugust 7th, 1979. Blackmarsh Haven.â
The minute Harry said those words, Malfoyâs 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.
âHo-How?!â
âSee! This is why I wanted you to be as angry as you possibly can.â The overcoat wearer grinned. âMoments ago you were so angry that you were threatening me and probably planning how youâd torture me to death, but now? Now youâve realised that all of your carefully crafted ideas are as useless as your existence, right? Right, Lord Toilet?â
âSimilarly,â continued Harry. âIn the future if you ever feel angry over what Iâve done, whatever I was doing or whatever Iâll do, donât feel the useless need to threaten me with some torture and death bullshit because now youâve realised that you just canât do anything to me. I hope youâve realised thatâŚ.â He poked Luciusâ balls with his foot. â...are in my hands, and that I can crush them the moment I want.â
âHow?â He asked once more. âHow do you know that date? Th-That place?â
âThatâs for me to know and you to fuck off to.â Harry laughed hard, flipping him with a bird. âNow, do me a favour and stand still.â Harry removed the handcuffs and cancelled his magic, which caused Lucius to fall on the ground like a heap of potatoes. Smelly ones, yes.
âHereâs your wand.â Harry threw the wand to the other corner of the room before wiping his hands clean. âNow, crawl to it or summon it; itâs up to you; I donât 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.â
âTell meâŚâ Malfoy mumbled once more. âPleaseâŚtell me, how do you knowââ
âYou really want to know?â
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 wifeâs tale. HOW?!
âThereâs something I want in return.â Harry shrugged. âAnd I want it in advance.â
âWhat do you want?â Lucius asked him, eyes wide in terror. âYou can have any amount of gold, or land, or even a home for yourself. Anything that I can do for you!â
âAnything, eh?â Harry smirked. âTurn into a hot bimbo slut, and suck my cock like you suck Voldemortâs.â The merc replied, pointing his groin towards the fallen lord, who blinked in surprise.
âWh-What?â
Harry couldnât help himself anymore. He doubled down, laughing hard at his captiveâs 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.
âAlright. âThatâs enough fun for now.â Harry calmed down, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. âDo as told, Golden Showers, or you know what would happen.â He gave a cheery wave before he switched off the silencing rune and calmly opened the door.
âDonât miss me too much, Lucy!â 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 couldâve stumbled upon his deepest secret.
And, yes, it wasnât 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.
âAh, yes, CarterâŚ.â Snape thought, his lips twitching into a small smile as he thought about the rebellious boy who had dared to slap him in Dumbledoreâs office. âI wonder if he has been kicked out by now? Lucius wouldâve surely ensured that the boy was expelled from Hogwarts for assaulting his son, right?â
Yes, Snape knew that Dracoâand his little teamâwould be useless against Carter. As much as he tried to deny it, it was true that Carterâs prowess with the wand surpassed that of his godson or anyone else in his year.
Which was why he knew that Carterâin his bout of recklessnessâwouldâve violently overpowered Draco and his friends, something that would hurt the boyâs overgrown ego, and heâd end up pulling Lucius, who would make sure to get the mudblood kicked out of the castle.
âSmooth executionâŚand no one would know that I was the one who caused all this.â Severus thought with a smile. His thoughts were interrupted by a series of rapid knocks on the door.
âEnter.â 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 wasnât bad; he might even tell Severus about the boy who had dared to attack Draco and how he had been dealt with.
âSeverus.â Lucius said as he pulled one of the chairs and took his seat. âIt seems youâve been quite busy, old friend.â
âNot any more than usual, I'm afraid.â Snape intoned, as he flicked his wand towards the small cabinet to his right. âOgdenâs?â
âSomething stronger.â
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.
âThe Black Barrel?â Lucius asked him, astonished. âI didnât know you had one of these.â
âClearly not for everyday drinking.â Snape shook his head. âLord Goyle gifted this one for ensuring that his son passed Potions.â
âShould never have.â Lucius sneered at him, âThe boy is as droll as his troglodyte of a father. The only reason I havenât already kicked that idiot out is because his simple-mindedness gives me free way to the Goyle coffers.â
âSomething that will help us a lot in the coming days.â Snape pointed out as he carefully poured the reddish-black liquid into the glasses. âPlease.â He offered them, and watched the blonde man pick one glass before finishing it off in a single gulp.
âThat bad?â
Lucius nodded as he placed the glass back on the table, flicking his handkerchief out to dab his lips. âAnother, if you would?â
Snape filled it once more, wondering as to what had happened that had turned the ever-composed Lord of the Malfoys intoâŚ..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.
âBetter?â 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.
âYes.â Malfoy nodded. âAnd no thanks to you.â
âPardon?â Snape frowned. âI donât think I heard you correctly, Lucius.â
âYou did.â Lucius glared at him; he looked down into the swirling liquid before cleaning it off and placing the glass back on the table. âI know what you did, Severus. What were you thinking?! Pushing Draco, and then getting me involved with thatâŚthat monster! Why?!â
Snape didnât 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 wouldnât need a genius to map out the rest of his plan; therefore, he wouldnât even bother asking how he came to that conclusion. What he rather wanted to know was something else.
âMonster?â The professor asked. âAre you perhaps referring to Carter?â
âThe very same.â Lucius sneered. âThe mudblood whoâŚ.â He didnât say anything else after that.
âIs he expelled?â
The blonde man shook his head in denial. âDetention with that oaf Hagrid for the next two months.â He waved off. âDumbledore was saving that boyâs arse for some reason.â
âOf course he was.â Snape sneered, remembering how the Headmaster had protected the boy back then. âWhat are you hiding, Albus? Whatâs so precious that you wouldnât let anyone harm that boy?â
There was a small moment of silence where both the males mulled over their situations before Snape finally broke it. âSo, what are you going to do now?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âSurely the Lord of the Malfoys wouldnât let a green boy like Carter get away with what he has done?â Snape poked a bit. âDracoâs assault was one thingâŚbut I can see that youâre actually angry, and we both know that a corridor fight isnât enough to anger someone like you.â
âHe did assault my son.â Lucius intoned. âI might not be the mostâŚemotional of fathers, but that doesnât mean I donât care about my heirâs wellbeing.â
âNot to the point of anger, you donât. That's more Narcissaâs thing to do than yours.â Snape denied him. âThis is something more. Something that you arenât willing to share yet.â
Lucius didnât say anything; he just stared at Snape for a moment before releasing a tired sigh. âYouâre 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.â
âIn what?â Snape asked him, taking another sip from his glass.
âIn killing that mudblood, Harry Carter.â
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