Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, no matter how much I wish otherwise. I do not own DC characters as well.
Mr. Weasley, wise man, had once said to someone not him to never trust something if you couldn't see where it kept its brain. If Harry had a bit more sense he would have chucked the damn thing out of the proverbial window rather than put it on his finger. But there had been nothing malicious he could sense about it, only a distant call which became more insistent even as he considered it less dangerous. And so he had put it on: a completely obvious sign that something was odd with it.
Harry continued to look down in marginal horror. He had yet to make eye contact with the small gathering of equally oddly clad people that had appeared shortly after he'd been encased in the strange far-to-tight clothing.
"…But does it have to be Violet?" Harry found himself asking, muttering, for the third time as he stared down at the body suit he'd found himself in after a strange ring had called out to him.
"There…has never been a male Star Sapphire, in the history of their Corps." A man, a Green Lantern, near him was muttering to a Blue Lantern man. He'd only ever heard about Green Lanterns, but from those gathered he surmised there were apparently Lanterns for every color of the rainbow.
"Seriously? I wonder why. The color scheme has abso bloody nothing to do with it." Harry bit out, pulling at his sleeve. The fabric snapped back into place with a thwack. "Can't I get a green one? Red is better. This, it's practically, pink."
"The Star Sapphires, they're all, obsessed with love."
"And?" Harry snapped, looking up in exasperation.
"And, you're-they're chosen for that reason."
"No. This is complete-. No." He puts his head in his hands, and was only reminded of his new accessory. He didn't speak aloud as the dread bolt of understanding cut through him. All the long ago talk about Love being his hidden power, it was like the old man knew this would happen…
A brief overview of the Situation had him questioning his and then their sanity. But the world was in a state of crisis, undeniable. He'd been chosen to sport a violet colored costume in the defense of love. This wasn't how he expected to spend his life post Voldemort. Not at all.
God help him when Ron caught sight of him.
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