WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!

Saved for Harry Potter and The Pure Hearted One

"So, Pure Hearted One. At last, we meet." Selenia stood before him, her ghostly appearance becoming that less of a ghost. Oliver glared back at her as she turned to Harry. "And you brought along the Boy Who Lived. More like the Boys Who Should Have Never Been Born." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry snarled. Selenia raised her eyebrows.

"Isn't it obvious, Chosen One? Had Dwimloff never found the Gateway spell, neither one of you would stand before me today. Your mother, would have died by the Dark Djinn's hand." Oliver clenched Astra tighter. "And your parents would have never even met. Your father, never to know the dangerous powers he held." 

"My father was a great man." Harry told her. A powerful wizard."

"A fool, merely." Selenia retorted. "Born harboring powers he should have never obtained. And your mother, the worst kind of all. A filthy little mudblood!" 

"Don't talk about her like that!" Oliver defended his friend. "Leave our parents out of this! This is between us, Selenia." She laughed darkly.

"Leave your parents out of it, Pure Hearted One? Didn't you only have a single parent? Your lovely mother? What about your father? What did she tell you of him?" Oliver thought hard, realising that he'd never been told about his father. He had been so used to only having a mother, he'd never one asked about his father.

"Where are our friends?" He demanded, ignoring the question. His father had nothing to with this.

Selenia raised her eyebrows again. "Your friends?" Her mouth curled into a dark grin. "Let's do this like a show. First, my dear granddaughter, Harmony." She then held up a staff , and a light came on above them, revealing Harmony held to the wall in chains, her face deathly pale, her head down, unconscious. "I suppose you recognize these symptoms, Chosen One." She said to Harry. "I believe it was your little red haired girlfriend back in your second year whom aided Tom Riddle in his time of need." Harry stepped back, alarmed.

"You're draining the life out of her!" Oliver gasped.

"You're killing her!" Selenia laughed again, then pointed the staff towards a different corner.

"Allow me to show you to our next victims, the brothers of Hamelin!" The light came on again, and there was Swaine and Marcassin, chained with their arms and legs spread apart, what appeared to be a vacuum of sorts above them, sucking blue light out of them.

"What are you doing to them!?" Oliver exclaimed, trying to run to them, but being held back Harry, who shook his head. There were better strategies to this.

"The brothers are merely getting everything that is magic sucked out of them!" Selenia told Oliver. "From deep in their blood to their souls and in their very essence, lies magic that refuses to come out from the Thief-Prince, but is utilized much by the Broken Hearted Prince." Then she pointed to another corner. "And who could forget that filthy little blood traitor!" The light came on again, and there was Ron, his voice now echoing in pain as light shot out from Selenia's little Grimpaler cronies.

"You're setting the Cruciatus Curse on him!" Harry exclaimed, his turn to try and run to his best friend, but being stopped by Oliver this time. Selenia wasn't done yet.

"Oh, Chosen One. You think I am finished, but I am far from it. How about I show you how your little girlfriend turned out?" And then Ginny appeared. The Grimpaler was casting the Imperius Curse on her, and both boys saw her writing the same thing over and over again, it cutting into her hand like Umbrige's did. Her hand read, in a deep, bleeding, cut, blood traitor. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was sobbing in pain.