This was NOT going as Harry had planned. He hadn't expected it to well, but he'd thought they would at least realize he was right. Or he'd hoped it, anyway. "I KNOW all that. But look what happened then? How many times did you end up in the hospital wing? And it's not about just hexes or Devil's Snare now. People die. I don't want that to be you. I won't be alone. I'll have Dumbledore!" Who was sick and dying, Harry was sure, but he didn't say that.
He flushed. "I know I'm not! That's what I mean! You shouldn't have to make more and run off and face Death Eaters all the time! You should just get to go to school, like everyone else." HE couldn't do that. They still could!
"Look, if I really need you - if it's something Dumbledore can't do, or that I know we'll. . . then I'll tell you. I promise. But. . . I don't want it to be you, next time. I was already Hagrid. It was almost your brother, Ron. Because a dozen people were trying to smuggle me Little Whinging. Don't you think it just makes sense to not risk that sort of thing when we don't HAVE to?"