"Better than it would have if there'd been more people there!" Harry shot back, scowling at Ron for a minute. "And no one with any sort of conscience would just have run off!" Which undermined his own argument a bit, and Harry grimaced as he realized it. "Stop yelling about it!" It didn't help that he half yelled it back.
"He's sick, doesn't that make it MORE sense for it to be him who's in danger with me? He has less to lose! He's old, and he's sick, and I don't think. . ." Harry stopped, grimacing. "He's still Dumbledore."
Harry frowned, and he wanted to argue more, but he heard that note in Hermione's voice too, looking at her. "What is it?" It wasn't about the Horcruxes - she'd have told them, then. So it had to be something else. Something personal, maybe. "Did something happen? At your parents'?" he asked slowly.