Harry looked at his daughter, and no, he'd do almost anything to keep her alive. But that did not mean that she was right, saving yourself wasn't, couldn't, be the right thing.
"Of course I don't want you to be dead," he said quietly. "You're my daughter, I love you more than life itself and it hurts just to think of you dead," he said.
"But what I want doesn't change what is right and wrong. You killed people who had done nothing." He looked at her.
"You didn't answer me, how would you have felt if Jamie had died? How do you feel about losing your aunts and your uncle?" he asked. "They're dead, they raped Fleur, tortured her. They tortured your grandfather and made your grandmother watch. Does that not make you feel?"