"You're wrong," said Harry, patting Neville's back as he wept. Hermione and Enola looked over in mild concern from across the marquee, but Harry offset their movements toward him with a wave of his hand. "It's me who's the lucky one. To have Hermione as the most perfect wife, and you and Ennie as the perfect siblings ... I've got all the things that Tom Riddle tried to deny me the chance to ever have. You are my family ... and I would fuck the world up for you. But I think actually fucking you might be borderline incest, so let's drop that idea, yeah?"