Harry groaned. "No. I mean, yeah you can help now. And maybe in between. When it's. . . like this. Looking things up and all. That sort of thing. But going out. . . you saw what happened. You two have gotten hurt because of Voldemort already, enough times. Or almost died or just been in. . . it just shouldn't be you, right? I'm the one with the scar and the crap I'm supposed to do. Not you."
He heard the hurt in Hermione's voice. "It's not that I don't want you there. I just don't want you. . . twisted up in it." And dying. Harry knew they'd be brassed over it, but he didn't think wanting them safe was a bad thing. They'd gotten caught up in all this just by being his friends. Didn't that mean he should keep them from ending up hexed or dead? They were trying to protect Ginny, the rest of their friends from knowing too much. To Harry, it just seemed WRONG not to think Hermione and Ron deserved the same concern.
He edged a step away from Ron, just in case he followed through on the punching promise. "It'd just be safer. You can stay at Hogwarts and. . . help with the DA and all. That sort of thing."