After situating Daphne Greengrass in a coastal country in a nice house, he bid his farewell and moved on. Picking a random thread of power from his mind and ensuring the time would align correctly, he slipped into the weave of aether.
He found himself in a place that hardly ever changed, The Burrow. Due to its' stability and famiiarity, it was difficult to pace what time he arrived in, until he saw the people.
He was quite surprised then, to find himself in front of one small child. One Ronald Weasley.
"Hello there, young man. Is something wrong?" he asked.
The boy jumped, startled. "Fred and George were teasing me." he whimpered.
"Well, that's not fun. I hope you can tease them back well enough, before they get too big headed."
The boy looked at him with such wonder, clearly he had never thought of teasing his brothers back. "But there's two of them!" he squawked.
"You could team up with your sister?" he offered. "It could be fun."
The boy looked awfully uncertain for a moment, but nodded.
"And Ron?" Harry asked.
"What?"
"Remember that you are your own person. That your accomplishments are your own, and that your parents will be proud of you no matter what you do. You can be anything you want, and your brothers won't take it away, even if they've done it before you."
The boy, about five years old, looked rather pensive. Harry knew his words made a difference, and he gave the boy a smile and a wive as he vanished.
Children were much easier to help than adults.