She interrupted him again. "I know," she said. "If you had, you’d be sitting here with me waiting to die."  Or waiting to floo Potter and tell him she needed, and that had to be the worst possible conversation of her life.   There wasn’t even any doubt he’d do the noble thing and save her.  She almost wished she could believe he’d reject her but not perfect Harry Potter.  People gushed on and on about how he’d even tried to save Voldemort at the end and anyone that filled with the milk of human kindness wouldn’t hesitate to save one pathetic snake.