Laira sighed as she flew through space, her ring pulsating with a series of flashes that the Green Lantern database had defined as being an Earth based SOS signal. It was unusual to say the least, as she was the Lantern of Sector 112, not Sector 2814. She had tried calling the Lantern of Sector 2814, but she had strangely gotten no response, and so she was making the journey to the planet of the signals origin. Her ship had burned its enginse out half way through the solar system of the planet of the signals origin.

The trip was taking forever, and as patient as she was, even she was beginning to grow tired of it. And so, when Earth finally came into view, the young woman let out a sigh of relief. Who on Earth could be in enough trouble that they had to call her from all the way across the universe? And why not send in someone closer to the distress signal? It was a mess, and she was caught in the middle of it...she could only hope that the Guardians eventually cleared this up after she gave them her report. As she entered the atmosphere of the planet, she was able to narrow the location of the signal's origin, and it was located in the northern hemisphere. Flying through the skies, she noticed that as she flew, the pollution got thicker the closer she got to the signal's origin location.

25 minutes later, she was in a small community, and as she scanned it for the signal's origin, she suddenly got a lock. There was a spike of energy from one of the houses, a number 4 on a street called Privet Drive. She frowned. 'How does someone in a residential district of a small community have the power to contact a Lantern from the other side of the universe?' she wondered.

Now intrigued by what being could possibly possess such power, the female Lantern flew over to one of the windows, and peeked inside. What she saw stunned her. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched at the sight of the tiniest child, probably not even up to her knee, getting viciously beaten by the largest human she had ever had the misfortune of seeing in her life. She had been trained in combat since childhood, but this was totally different. She had genuinely been trained. This child had no hope of defending himself whatsoever, and the man was just smashing his body like cheap glass, with what appeared to be a club to Laira. Laira clenched her fists, then formed two javelin constructs. She would not let this happen.

Vernon was just about to land the final blow of the night, when he heard a loud shattering sound. Turning, he barely had time to process a light purple-skinned woman flying his way with green javelins in hand. The man's eyes widened.

"OH SHI-" The woman kicked him in the face, knocking him flat on his back, then held a javelin inches from his throat.

"...I will ensure you pay for this..." The woman spat. Her expression softened when she heard soft whimpering behind her. "...Just not now..." And with that, Laira turned to approach the child curled up on the floor, balled in excruciating agony.

Harry watched as the strange but pretty woman kicked his uncle away and then began to approach. He was scared that she may hurt him. She did hurt Uncle Vernon pretty badly. He couldn't help whimpering in pain. The damage was bad, he could tell that much, but he wasn't sure how bad. Suddenly, he gasped in pain as he felt the sting of his wounds. The little boy curled up and let out a soft, pitiful groan.

Laira, hearing the pained noises, rushed to the boy's side and performed a scan of him with her ring. She let out a soft gasp. This was bad... She would need help. Activating her ring, she immediately issued a cry for emergency medical assistance to her location asap. She just had to hope they were fast enough in getting to her location. In the meantime, she tried to administer as much aid as she could, which, granted, was not much at all, but at least it was probably more then was available surfacewise on this planet.

After she could offer no more, the young woman sighed, then knelt down by the child's side. She raised a hand, as if to reach out and touch him, then lowered it, as if thinking better of it. Then, she decided to do it. Slowly, she reached out and placed her hand on the boys shoulder...only for him to whimper in pain, as she had touched one of his open wounds. Laira retracted her hand with a guilty expression on her face. "I am sorry that I cannot help you more right now child," she said sadly. "I would offer more aid, but, I am more of a mentor and a fighter, then a healer. For my inability to do more, I apologise child." As she spoke, there was a flash of bright emerald green in the sky above the community she was currently in, before several green beams of light shot from the sky, and flew to the ground before the light faded to reveal several other people in green and black suits, and one who was wearing red and white robes and had white hair and blue skin. They quickly made their way to the house, with the blue skinned person in the lead, when they entered, they took in the scene before them, before one of the green and black outfitted people growled in anger. The blue skinned person spoke first, "Green Lantern Laira, please report why you requested a Lantern emergency medial team." He spoke.

Laira nodded. "Guardian Ganthet, I requested the emergency medical lanterns because of what this...monster..." she said, pointing towards the fat man behind her. "Did to this poor child in front of me. I have done what I can, but I fear that was not much." she said.

The small Guardian approached the child, and shook his head in dismay. "Goodness me, what did he do to this poor boy...?" He muttered to himself. "Laira, stand back." Laira stepped back as Ganthet began the healing process. The female lantern looked at the injured child sadly, then her eyes narrowed as she approached Vernon. The obese man whimpered as the pale purple woman grabbed him by his collar and hoisted him to his feet.

"...Your suffering does not end here, do you hear me?" She hissed viciously. "I will ensure that this world's authorities inflict the proper punishment upon you. But first..." The young woman reared back her fist, and planted it firmly into Vernon's gut, knocking the wind out of him and fracturing a few ribs. Then she punched him in the face, breaking his nose and giving him a black eye. Then, she tossed him against the wall hard enough to make a decently sized crack.

At the sound of impacts, there were rushed footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by an ugly horse faced woman who, upon seeing the various diffferent raced lanterns gathered in her home, shrieked, high and piercingly, "FREAKS, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!", in a high, shrill and annoying voice.

Laira gave her no chance to say anything more, and held a spear construct to her throat. "You're mistaken. We are the ones who are going to inform the authorities for what you've done to this poor little boy." Petunia's face turned white as she realized that they had seen Harry.

"No...Don't get us arrested, please, I'll do anything!"

"You deserve no sympathy from me." Laira spat. "This child has suffered immensely at your hands. I will ensure you suffer the consequences for your actions."

Suddenly, outside, there were multiple popping sounds, a few sounding more like cracks of lightning, or even a small explosion in some cases, when one of the green lanters went to investigate, no sooner had he looked out the door before he was ducking back in narrowly missing a bolt of red energy that hit the wall leaving a scorch mark.

"What in the universe...?" Ganthet mused. The Lantern who had avoided the attack peeked out the window again, and conjured up a shield construct to block another blast of magic.

"What's the big idea?!" The Lantern demanded. A stern-looking woman with glasses stepped forth.

"What business do you have with Harry Potter?" She asked sternly.

"Harry Potter?" Another Lantern approached the first one's side. "Is he the child we just rescued?"

The stern looking woman was taken aback by this for a moment, "Rescued?" she asked, sounding highly confused.

Ganthet chose this moment to approach. "It appears we have come to a misunderstanding, ma'am." McGonagall looked taken aback by the small blue being in front of her.

"Whatever in the world are you?" Ganthet chuckled.

"I will explain later. First, you must know that we of the Green Lantern corps mean this child no harm."

Meanwhile, Laira could see that Ganthet was playing mediator to the whole situation, a position he was well known, and respected for. She sighed in relief, then went to check on the little boy.

When she saw him, she felt a tug on her heartstrings. He may have been healed, but that had clearly had no effect on the mental scarring, nor the emotional scarring either. The little boy was curled up in a trembling ball, whimpering softly, the occasional sob mixed in.

Laira went up to him and picked him up, cradling him in her arms like a mother would their baby. "It is okay, child. You are safe. No one will harm you now, and if they do, I shall make them regret it..." Here, she shot a glare at the ugly horse faced woman who still stood nearby, staring at them, frozen to the spot, in too much fear to try and do anything against them.

Harry had cringed when Laira picked him up, but when he sensed that he wasn't being thrown across the room, or otherwise injured, he slowly opened his eyes to see the young woman looking down at him with a sad and worried expression on her face. He blinked, then realized that he was incredibly comfy. He smiled at the woman holding him and said "Th-Thank you for not caring I'm a freak..."

Laira immediately threw very dark glare at at the ugly horse faced woman, whom she now found utterly disgusting. Not for her appearance, but for her apparent treatment of the child under her care. She then turned back to Harry, "You are not a freak, child." she smiled at him now, "You are special, not a freak. Just because someone is different, does not mean they are a freak. It means they are unique." She continued. "Child, your name is Harry Potter, correct?"

Harry nodded shyly. "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

"There is no need to be so formal, young one." The Lantern said warmly. "My name is Laira."

"Hi, Miss Laira..."

Laira cradled the little boy closer to her chest. He was the dream child of every aspiring parent. Polite, well-behaved, and of course, absolutely adorable.

Ganthet came up behind Laira and put a hand on her shoulder, "Laira, may I have your permission to show his memories of this vile place to these others? The old one," here he indicates an old man in colourful robes that would make most people wonder if he is insane, or just crazy, "Does not believe that the owners of this place would harm the child," he finished, looking at her with a look that said he knows it will be painful having to see them, but, it must be done.

Laira hesitated, then nodded. "Very well, but the child does not leave my arms." Ganthet chuckled.

"Fair enough." He agreed. "Just give me a moment." The Guardian probed Harry's mind for a few moments, then conjured up a mental projection of Harry's life.

Everyone in the room watched a series of increasingly horrific scenes from the child's life. The beatings had started as simple slaps when he was aged one and a half to two, and he was barely given enough food to stay alive. By age three, Vernon had taken him into the living room and given him his first true beating, breaking practically every bone in his body in the process. Deciding that this was the way to remove Harry's freakishness, Vernon had taken to beating Harry every day, sometimes even twice a day. To make matters worse, this was also the year Harry had become the Dursley's personal slave, doing every single chore for them. If he failed to complete it to their standards, he would be punished by getting beaten and thrown in the cupboard without the stale slice of bread that was called his dinner. When he had reached four years of age, Vernon had started to get more creative with his punishments, such as using a studded belt like a whip. Sometimes he would hold Harry on the stove for half an hour until his back was charred. Sometimes he would mix together the various chemicals he kept under the sink and force them down Harry's throat, how he surived must have been thanks to his magic. Sometimes he would just keep him locked up in his cupboard for days on end, with no food or water, or any form of contact from the world outside. The last one was the worst for Harry, because it was so dark and cramped and lonely. He felt like he was truly all alone in those moments, and that was what terrified him the most. His relatives hated him, but they were still company. They had often made it a point to inform him that he's lucky they took him in, because no one would ever want him. This had caused him to develop an intense fear of being alone, as shown in the projection when he would spend all his time curled up in a trembling ball, whispering "Please let me out...I don't wanna be alone..."

Laira growled, wiping the tears from her eyes, and looked at the horse faced woman with absolute hatred, something that not even the Guardian could find it in himself to dissuade her of. "I demand custody of young Harry Potter, and a transfer of Lanter protection to this sector!" she ordered, catching Ganthet by surprise, something that was quite hard to do, given he was an immortal being.

Ganthet stared at Laira, his mouth agape. "...You wish to raise this child?" He asked.

"I do." Laira replied without a moment's hesitation. "...I am unlikely to be the truly ideal caretaker he deserves...But I will care for him, and ensure he grows up in a safe, caring, and loving environment." Harry gasped softly when he heard that. He was finally going to be loved...?

Meanwhile, the Order members were staring in shock. Then, without a moment's hesitation, McGonagall whipped around, pulled out her wand, and with a shout of "DEPULSO!", Albus Dumbledore was launched across the room, spinning like a carpet rolling down a hill, except in this case through the air. The other wizards in the order made moves to hold her back. "DAMN YOU, ALBUS, I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE HIM WITH THESE WRETCHED PEOPLE! HE'S BEEN SUFFERING FOR FOUR YEARS, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!"

..."I'm sorry..." Dumbledore rose, tears in his eyes. "...I have made a grave mistake..."

Laira shot a glare at Dumbledore, "You are responsible for his living here?" she said in a threatening tone, one that made it clear: lLe, and you will suffer.

Dumbledore looked at the young woman mournfully, and nodded. "I...hadn't predicted that he would suffer so much..."

"Why did you not bother to inspect the house before putting him here, and ensure he was safe?" Laira spat, "More importantly, who gave you the authority to place him here in the first place?" she said angrily.

"He...He needs the blood wards around the house to protect him from dark wizards..."

"What purpose will that serve if he is killed by his relatives?!" Laira roared as she kicked Dumbledore in the stomach, causing him to fall over with a wheeze. "You sicken me..."

"I understand your anger..." Dumbledore replied quietly. "I deserved that..."

Ganthet was agasped at what the old man had said. "BLOOD WARDS!?" he shouted, "No intelligent species in the universe with knowledge of those would use those for anything more then one use, one time protection!" he continued, "They are one of the most VILE of ancient protection magics of the early days of the universe, they are outlawed by most intelligent species and worlds with knowledge of the ancient mystic arts," he growled. It was not a good thing that he was getting angry, but it was understandable. "Blood wards are tied to those that are related even if only one is directly under the protection of the ward. Should they be living together, by placing young Harry here, you have, intentionally or not, purposely made his, and his apparent relatives lives, a living hell!" he said angrily, before taking several large and calming breaths.

Dumbledore looked more guilty than ever. "I was doing something wrong?" He asked, his voice not unlike that of a mouses, or that of a child who just got the spanking of a lifetime.

Ganthet shot the old man a dark look. "Blood Wards are tied not just to those they are used to protect, but also their emotions. All blood magic carries both power, and risks, in equal measure. The more powerful its purpose and use, the more powerful the consequences and risks." He sighed sadly. "In ancient times, now more myth then fact, but remembered by the Guardians," he paused for a moment, "There was a planet, whose race was powerful in the mystical arts. They studied all mystic powers: dark, light, grey, shadow, elemental, soul, and blood..." he sighed. "While it was their source of stength, and fame, it also ended up leading to their downfall..." Immediately the oldest of the lanterns present realised what planet Ganthet was talking about.

"You are referring to the Lost Planet, aren't you Guardian Ganthet?!" he said in exclamation.

"Yes, I am," Ganthet replied sadly, "They call it the Lost Planet because it has been lost to the universe for over three hundred million years, by Earth reckoning of time," he said sadly.

"What happened?" Minerva asked, afraid of the answer.

"You see, they had created a blood ward that covered their entire planet. For five years, it was absolutely fine, and they knew peace on a world wide scale. No enemies could enter their planet's atmosphere with ill intentions, no weapons could pierce their defenses, it was a time of prosperity for all of them. But, after the fifth year, they began to experience the side effect of using such powerful magic." He paused. "No family, no race, can stay in perfect harmony forever, and Blood wards are tied to emotions as well as those they protect. As such, with love occasionally broken by disagreements, anger, arguments, disappointments, fights, and other similar things, it all built up, and twisted the wards from one of protection," he paused again, a look of great pain coming over his face, "To one of amplification of anger, mistrust, paranoia, jealousy, and hatred..." he sighed sadly and in clear pain from the memory, "With the blood wards no longer protecting them, and instead amplifying their negative emotions, it took only a single year on their planet, to cause a full scale planet wide war..." he paused, clearly holding back tears, "There were no suriviors, and the planet blew itself apart after only two years of the constant war..."

"So...What you are saying is..." Laira began.

"Yes...If the wards had been left to go on for too long, then the hatred the child's relatives had for him would have turned them against each other. They all would have died eventually from trying to kill one another." He turned to Dumbledore. "You have made a very grave series of errors, wizard. You have left a child under the care of abusive relatives, under the misguided knowledge that he would be safe. You did not check to see if he was living safely, causing him to live in constant suffering and fear. And you used blood wards, which would have surely claimed his life had we not stepped in. You, sir, have a lot to reflect on." And with that, the Guardian turned to Laira. "Now then, you request for permission to raise the the child?

Laira nodded, "After having been told that knowledge of Blood Wards by you, Guardian Ganthet," she replied, "I reissue my earlier two requests, transfer of guardianship to this sector as its lantern protector, and guardianship of young Harry Potter here." she finished.

Ganthet smiled warmly. "I grant you permission to care for the child, and I will make the transfer arrangements straightaway." He assured her. "I am sure the boy is in good hands."

Harry finally chose to speak up. "Um...M-Miss Laira...?" He looked up at the woman holding him.

"Yes, Harry?" Laira replied with a sad smile.

"I...I don't understand...You want to take care of me?" Laira stroked his hair.

"I do."

"But...Why? I thought everyone hated me..."

Laira smiled sadly, and hugged Harry out of instinct. "Harry, not everyone hates you, there will also be those who hate others. This is a fact of life, and it is unavoidable." She then smiled a bit more brightly. "Besides, while your...relatives...do dislike you, their negative emotions were amplified by the blood wards that the 'old goat bearded man'," she said, putting emphasis on the nick name as she said it loudly to make it clear what she thought of the old man, "Used without knowing or having proper knowledge of what he was using to try and protect you, something that was not even his job to do, it seems..." here she shot another dark look at the old man, daring him to counter her claim, while knowing that it was true.

Harry looked at her with uncertainty for a moment, then smiled softly. "Th-Thank you, Miss Laira..." He said. Laira smiled and rested her chin on the top of his head.

"You're welcome, child." She said gently. Harry let out a small yawn, and snuggled closer into the woman's chest. In mere moments, he was out like a light. Laira felt warmth inside, like she had never felt before.

As everyone else in the room yelled at Dumbledore for his ridiculous mistakes, Laira took a seat on the sofa, and held Harry close. It felt right. She knew that taking him in was the right decision. His days of pain and misery were about to come to an end.

A half hour later, Laira smiled as she held Harry and saw the other lanterns and Guardian Ganthet rise up into the atmosphere to return to Oa, "I guess I am going to have to find or make a residence somewhere on this world, so that me and Harry can live in peace while I also know he is protected as I perform my duties as lantern for this sector now," she said, looking forward to the challenges of caring for a child, and teaching him love, affection, and how to be a good person.