Truth be told, Harry would rather they had him than Ginny and his mother. All in all he was rather useless other than as something for new people in the Order to gawk at, and if they killed him, well...Voldemort would get lax because of some stupid prophecy and everyone else would have a chance to kill him off.
Harry pursed his lips and slowly sat back down, gripping the table in front of him. He did not like the idea of sitting around waiting, hoping for the best while the adults all discussed what to do. Again. But as always this was Dumbledore's call, not his.
"Yes," he mumbled, looking down at his untouched plate and tea. He didn't really think he could eat anything. "I trust you."