Whispers spread, as they always do. A muggleborn that was saved by a charismatic young man. A halfblood in danger that found his adversaries to have disappeared. A pureblood removed from the path her relatives had set.

Hundreds of miracles, day to day, and it became clear that there was something new.

Accidental magic was a primal force. It saved people in emotional distress the easiest way it can. Sometimes, the easiest way is to outsource, and so magic did.

It was a new occurence, as no one before could fit the bill.

Daphne Greengrass, a blonde girl of seventeen years, was currently curled into a ball, miserably bemoaning her fate. It wasn't her nature to cry for help, but her feelings wished for a solution.

So it was to her great surprise that she recieved one.

A creak was her warning, the worn wood of her floor giving in slightly to the pressure of the invadimg presence that filled the room.

Reddened eyes snapped up to meet the intruder.

"Potter?" she asked, disbelieving.

Emerald eyes glanced towards her with mild amusement. "Ah, Hello Greengrass." he replied calmly.

"How did you get here?" she demanded.

"Well, you did call for help." he answered blandly.

That brought her up short. "How...?"

"Allow me to make proper introductions. I am Harry Potter. I am a dimensional traveler who works to grant wishes to the troubled, and make the world a better place for the average person."

She didn't look as if she believed him, but she didn't try to argue either.

"Now, at a guess, you are most likely in some marriage contract?" he asked.

"How did you...?" she wondered.

He gave a disarming smile. "Most of the Greengrass sisters I run into have this issue. Your father is a big business deal man, and uses you two for his bargains."

She couldn't really argue with the truth.

Harry sighed good naturedly. "Most Daphnes are skeptics as well, but nevertheless, I am here to help. If you'd like, I can stop this marriage in any myriad of ways, all of them hinging on how you'd like it done."

"They said it was magically binding." she argued angrily.

"Hah, please. There's several easy exploits to that. Any in particular?"

She looked stunned, most likely by his absolute confidence. He had that effect on people, he supposed.

He rolled his eyes with a smile. "For one, it may have a virginity clause, and you could just have a little tryst and be done. Another would be that your father's contract wouldn't be able to bind you if you were behind strong enough wards, or far enough away. I could just kill your intended and his line, or make the house of Greengrass be absorbed into my own, and dissolve it personally. Now, Daphne. What would you like?"

"You can really do all of those things?" she asked, distrusting.

Harry nodded.

"Why would you? For what purpose?"

Harry shrugged noncommitally, with a toothy grin. "Why not?"

Slytherins are more likely than any other house to not believe in the goodness of a man's heart, so it was best to let them think they can figure out your plot.

Daphne hesitated, thinking through the circumstances slowly and surely. "My sister is already engaged with Malfoy, and she seems happy. I'd prefer to just not have to deal with my betrothal."

Harry nodded emphatically. "If you like, I could make it as easy as losing the papers."

She seemed relieved. "That's a good plan. Could you?" she asked.

He smiled mischeviously and his form blurred. Suddenly, he was holding a stack of papers.

"There you are. You can destroy them yourself, if you like." he offered.

After all the events since she had been miserably contemplating her future before, she barely batted an eye when he pulled supposedly secure documents from nowhere. A manic look in her eyes accompanied the fire that lit the paperwork up.

A pair of young adults stared as the pile of papers smoldered to ash in one's hands.

"Problem solved." Harry murmured. "Anything else you'd like?" he asked.

She stared at the ashes falling from his hand for a moment. "How do I know they won't just write another one?"

"I can do just about anything. Confound them, magically enforce that they don't try. Hell, if you have a sweetheart I could get another one written between you and them."

Daphne managed to reclaim some of the stoicism that she was known for. "Somehow, I'd prefer if we didn't mind control my father or lock myself into another marriage."

Harry shrugged. "Just some ideas. If you can think of one, I'll happily oblige."

She sighed. "That's a hard decision." she moaned.

He shrugged. "I'm afraid I wouldn't understand. I'm a bit of an orphan, if you hadn't heard."

She groaned. "Not helping, Potter."

He smiled again and conjured a leather armchair. He lounged in it patiently.

His smile never wavered, even as Daphne quietly contemplated her options.

"Fine. I just want to get away."

"You want to fly away?" Harry answered with a silly grin.

Sadly, Daphne didn't understand the reference. "Yes, that is what I just said."

Harry brushed aside his minor disappointment. "Alright then, any preferences? I have a number of properties, you may like France, or Bulgaria? There are some coastal islands and such as well."

She smiled. "I'd like that Potter."

He held out his hand, and she took it.