Kingsley laughed, low and rumbling. "He'll be long gone, before he even gets a chance at being in the same league as your boots," he insisted. There had to be an end to this, even if it wasn't yet in sight. Harry was out there somewhere still, he was sure of it, and the fact that he had stayed hidden so long bode well for whatever it was Dumbledore had charged him with doing. "It can't last forever," Kingsley said, "and if it lasts through the life of your boots, I'll buy you a new pair."