The Yule holiday of 1985 was none existent, as wizards everywhere, from England to as far as France and United States, paid tribute to the boy who lived. The name might not be appropriate now, but it was the child's hero name, as he defeated the darkest of Lords when he was a baby. And the reward for his sacrifice was to die in a cold Christmas night, begging for food from a fictional character. His letters written on half sheet brown pad paper from school were hung inside his cupboard, his childish writing making the hardest of men cry. A plaque was placed beside the door, and a preservation charm was cast inside the cupboard to preserve the surroundings of the boy who lived, so people may know how cruel Men can be. The plaque was engraved :
Here on December the 25th 1985, young five year old Harry Potter died from the cold of winter, weak from the lack of food. He has lived in this cupboard all of his life after Defeating the Dark Lord when he was one. He spent his last hours writing letters, praying for food. The wizarding world mourns the death of its hero, and vow that this tragedy shall never happen again.
In a warm tropical island Vernon Dursley mysteriously died from a freak wave, in a calm beach. Petunia ran to the surf and yelled for help, but she stepped on a poisonous stone fish and tripped, landing beside a portugese man-o-war.
December 25 1985, 6pm
Little Harry shivered and pulled down the shirt to cover his knees. He had just learned writing from school, and the teacher made them bring a whole pad paper each to practice. He was so excited that he forgot that the Dursley's were going out of town. They locked him when they left, 3 nights ago, and they did not even bother leaving him even a cup of water or a piece of bread.
He wrote to Santa, he heard from his classmates that Santa gives you what you asked, and so he asked for food. Writing many letters, he slept for an hour and woke up eagerly looking around if Santa answered his letter, imagining a piece of freshly baked bread or a nice cup of water. Finding none, he would write a note again and force himself to sleep despite the cold and aches on his stomach, dreaming of food and water. Little Harry Potter kept this up for 3 days, repeating the cycle of writing and forcing himself to sleep for an hour hoping the latest letter would finally be answered.
Sometimes his letter varied, wishing for a blanket, as it steadily grew colder, or a cup of fresh hot water. But he was never answered, but he kept his spirits up. Sometimes to pass the time he arranged his letters neatly on his small cupboard floor so that Santa could read them easier when he finally arrived. He never gave up hope and continued writing as his green crayon kept getting smaller and the once thick pad of brown paper thinned by half.
His pure innocence and hope, was noticed when the last dying guardian of Oa heard little Harry's thoughts. For Oa valued above all the young and innocent, and it could not bear anymore the suffering of the little one. Oa caused his last guardian to hear the little one's thoughts from hundreds of light years away and directed its will. It sensed the child possesed a power unique among the universe. Oa realized its meaning, and sensing its departure from this universe, used its wisdom to pull all its near infinite cosmic power into a green glowing sphere, and willed it to merge with the little one's power. The little one's unique power was that he could contain the almighty power of Oa within his human body, without damage or negative effects.
It was like destiny, Oa mused for itself and the child to cross paths. Oa realized destiny's plan and deemed it a good one. For even now as Oa was fading out of this universe, a guardian would remain. Maintaining the peace and ideals of the now extinct Green Lantern Corps.
The last guardian of Oa, surrounded by a green aura of its remaining power reached Harry Potter. The child was cold and hungry, he sensed. He needed someone to take care of this child and with a burst of energy, he sent a message to John Stewart, former Green Lantern corps. The guardian sensed Oa's infinite power approaching from the heavens, a blinding green sphere parting the clouds. It dropped in front of Harry Potter, and slowly merged with his body. Harry Potter arched his back as the power entered his chest, his scar disappeared and he felt injuries repairing. He then fell into a deeper sleep, more exhausted than before.
The guardian was dying, for Oa had just left his consciousness. He knew the child would be hunted if he disappeared without a trace, and decided he would help this child of Oa. Borrowing some of the strength from the child's now near infinite power, he sent the child soaring through the sky and into space, wrapped in a protective green bubble. The child soon reached the watchtower, and once he felt the child was safe, he cut of the beam. That last bit used his last reserves, but he had another trick, inherent to his race, and not of Oa's power. His face and body changed slowly and shrunk, until he was an exact replica of the child. His purpose fulfilled, he fell to the mattress, dead.
The watchtower's doors opened as John Stewart requested as a green sphere entered, and it then closed. As the airlock was sealed,the green sphere vanished and the child fell and almost hit the ground if it were not for Wonder Woman. She looked at the young one and gasped outoud. "By the Gods! John, this little one is dying!" Immediately all the inactive league members looked at the child, they wanted to somehow help. They did not want a child to die on them, and so volunteered to do something.
"Let me carry him" Flash said as he appeared, and after tucking the child in his arms and after a strict warning from Diana, he vanished, reappearing in the medic bay.