"Thanks," Harry said weakly, swallowing the lump in his throat. When he got back on his feet, two wands in case he needed a spare, battle? They really wanted him to try this again? All he could see was the same disaster happening again. They'd all run into battle, people would die and Harry would have his ass handed to him. Probably worse the next time.
"I..I don't think I want to fight him again. I don't think I can." It was very cowardace of him, but the more he thought about standing in front of Voldemort and fighting the more anxious he became. "I know I shouldn't say things like that-"
Harry was cut off by another sharp pain. He was getting far to worked up and his fever was peaking on him. He muffled a groaned and clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to subside.