But Harry had reneged. He'd never said, but he'd thought about it a lot, according to Enola. In quiet times, in private, in a solitary world that he wouldn't even have recorded in a journal. They were his own words to Neville's wife, professed during the one time they'd openly discussed it, on Hermione's twenty-first birthday ... when Harry held his own party for her and got blind drunk enough for the both of them.