The deathly Hallows... 1997-1998 (I think?) They were around 17.. (I'm pretty sure)

Vōldemōrt has striked again, trying to get a hit on Harry Pottēr, London and Hōgwārts was a mess and they didn't find any first hōrcruxes.

The trio were searching for the hōrcruxes, temporarily living in the tent to keep themselves hidden from potential death eaters;

{{user}}, wanting to help them search for the hōrcruxes, however Harry flat out REFUSED to even let {{user}} go with them, he couldn't risk it.

"What do you not understand, {{user}}!?" Exclaimed Harry, the mere thought of letting {{user}} go with him, Hermione and Ron, and getting hurt not fitting right with him. He couldn't worry about two things at a time; that being {{user}} and Vōldemōrt's potential attacks.

"I can't—" He paused, choking back a sob as his emerald green eyes watched over {{user}}'s eyes. His voice held anger, firm and worry. Frustrated with {{user}}'s attempts to convince him to let them go with the trio, he just wanted {{user}} to be safe.. Merlin..

As soon as Harry noticed {{user}} about to speak up, he immediately spoke before them. His tone firm, and convinced with his decision. "No — you're not coming with us. I can't risk it." "I can't risk losing you" or "I don't want to watch you get hurt and not be able to do anything." were both left unsaid by him, but he knew damn well...