"There's a difference between the right thing to do and running around after ME. Loads of people are doing the right thing, but not doing that. We don't all have to be stuck right in the middle of the worst of it. You've been there every year, and Dumbledore hasn't. He's said he'd help. So why not let him bloody do it this time?"
Harry flushed. "You're in danger. You're not in AS MUCh danger," he insisted. "It's not self-sacrificing! And should I get a say in who has to come bloody die for me? I have to do this. And I want to. . . but. . . "
"It's what you want to do. Because you're good friends, and good people. It's not what you're meant to do, or what you have to do." Harry still sounded strident, but he was started to waver a bit. He rarely actually came out on top in an argument with Hermione, really. He looked from her to ROn and back again. "You can still help. We all know I need it. Just. . . from somewhere there's less likely to be a chance you'll end up dead, yeah?"