"And Dumbledore is sick, Harry. We all know it, even if we don't want to admit it. Something about what happened to him from the horcruxes.. even if you haven't told us everything, Dumbledore won't be able to support you the way we can." Hermione didn't think he was dying, per se. She'd heard the same rumours as everyone else, but Dumbledore and dying... they just weren't ideas that worked together.
"And it's not your decision anyway. You choose to fight, well good. We do too." And to Ron she cast a narrowed eyed, sharp sort of look. "Honestly, Ronald. Nothing." In a way that made it clear it wasn't nothing at all, but also that she wasn't about to be talking about it.