Here we go, the last drabble of the first set! 10 out of 40! I a quarter of the way to the end! Yay me!

I promise it won't be another 3 months or so to get the next ten drabbles out.

Anyways, this drabble should reveal the final candidate for Harry's Mr. Right, and by know you should all know that I am extremely fond of the lesser known, aka Crack, pairings in the Harry Potter fandom. So, who do you think it will be?

Well, your going to have to read to find out!

Also, before we begin, I would like to thank both Mariel Nightstalker (cuddle) and my anonymous reviewer for reviewing! Love you both. Also, for everyone who reviewed in the silence of their hearts, you get a cookie too. Good for you.

On a side note, Anonymous, thank you for doing my poll, it's being sorely neglected.

Hope you all enjoy!

It was a certain sense of incredulity that possessed Harry as he turned to look at his surroundings. Everything was… odd. Very odd. The means by which he had arrived was dubious at best as well. One second he had been walking to the Great Hall, muttering over what a bastard Snape was, and the next he was in a grassy clearing, with Hogwarts nowhere in sight!

Sighing he pulled out his wand, readying the charm that would help him locate his errant school.

"Point me, Hogwarts."

Twenty seconds later he was slightly burned, twitching, and wandless. Either he had just broken reality, which was unlikely due to the fact that he still existed, or he was in serious trouble.

The only reason why a "Point me" charm would not work is if the object being located did not exist. Even a building as heavily warded as Hogwarts would have let off a slight magical signature, which he would have been able to track back to his home. So he was in the past. Or an alternate dimension.

Yeah, he was screwed.

Casting a wary glance around the empty meadow he was standing in, Harry took a step forward, determined to find where the hell he was. And when. That was important too. No sooner had he taken his first step that a shattering sound came from where his foot had touched down. Crap, he had broken reality!

A minute later, Harry finally managed to gain the courage to peer out of the shaking ball of flesh that he had become in the face of destroying the universe, Grand Design, Halla, and all those other things that would be really bad if they were destroyed which, knowing his luck, he had probably obliterated. After he realized that the sky had not fallen and the terra firma had remained firma, Harry crawled over to what he had broken when he had stepped on it.

It looked like a… miniature piece of stained glass? He had been to a church a scant few times in his life, and most of those times had been for attempted exorcisms arranged between his idiot relatives and easily duped clergymen. This piece of glass seemed like a smaller piece of a large pane, with it being the size of a small hand mirror. He realized with some exasperation that, on closer examination, it appeared to be of mostly decorative value with no other use being apparent.

Peering at it, thank Merlin his glasses had survive whatever had happened to him, he managed to find some words written on the glass in what seemed to be Latin. Thanking Merlin once more, this time for most incantations being in Latin and giving him a fairly good understanding of the language over the years, he began to translate the text.

"...Third time is... damn it."

Scratch that, his Latin was as bad as his eyesight.

"Damn once more."

And with that understandable sentiment Harry stood up, placing the decoration in his pocket, and left the glade. He needed to find someone to help him and he had a feeling that his life had become quite a bit more interesting. He wondered if that was a good thing or not. Probably not.

Mwahaha, I'm evil! You don't know who Harry's final candidate is! MWAHAHA!

In any one even cares, that is.

Anyone who wants to know who he shall be, you can either wait until the next chapter that I swear will reveal who he will be, or you can review and I will tell you in response. I am also still accepting two suggestions for any kind of pairing in the Harry Potter fandom that I will write for you. Also, because I have finished the first set, I will begin posting those requests soon.

Well, sorry if anyone hates me for the un-reveal, but I needed this chapter to set up the following one. It wouldn't make sense without this prelude.

Also, for Anonymous who expected a pairing out of left field, you have never been more correct.

Smiling Evilly,

Ariaeris