An hour later, he arrived at the park and made his way toward the gazebo. Things were fairly quiet, though he wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. He shone the flashlight around, trying to see what was in store for him ahead. As he got closer, he could see that there was someone at the gazebo.
Unfortunately, the flashlight showed someone who looked a lot more like a homeless guy than a wizard.
Harry sighed. Well, fine. He just hoped the guy wasn't dangerous. He asked him whether he had seen or heard anything about a missing girl.
"Yon building was all abuzz earlier. There were a great many people there."
The building was the boathouse, which probably was busy because it was a tourist attraction, but Harry thanked the man and went over to check.
He could see something moving in the dark, and swung the flashlight around to check. It looked like a—well, what exactly? It was small and black and nasty-looking. Huh.
It menaced Harry with a pitchfork, which he wasn't expecting, but his reflexes took hold and he roundhouse-kicked the creature into the lake. A cloud of evil-smelling steam rose up. Another little creature came at Harry from around the side of the building, and he kicked it into the lake, too. He found the whole thing oddly satisfying.
He ran up to the boathouse and looked for anyone who might be inside. "Hello?" he called, hoping he might find a princess and not more demons or whatever they were.
There was a young woman in some sort of extravagant prom dress curled up in a corner. She was bound with rope, which Harry untied.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "Maybe we should get you to a hospital."
Instead, there was a flash of light and Harry found himself and the young woman in an elegant room, standing before a king and queen.
"Thank heavens, you have saved her!" The king said. "I offer you her hand in marriage as a reward."
"Uh," Harry sputtered. This seemed an awful lot like the time he'd tried shrooms with a friend back in college. And what kind of father would let a complete stranger have his daughter? That couldn't be good, although the princess was gazing at him all starry-eyed now, so maybe she was happy with the arrangement?
If he was honest with himself, the princess was beautiful—far more so than anyone he had ever dated. And his job, well… ugh. He was tired of marketing, tired of trying to sell cheap, ugly, weird things to people that they didn't need. Perhaps this was the opportunity of a lifetime?
He didn't have anything to lose, which was certainly not a response the king would welcome. Instead, Harry drew himself up graciously, and bowed.
"I would be most honored."
(Well what do you know? Fortune smiled on him after all. It could have been much, much worse. Try again and see how?)