This was the umpteenth occasion on which Harry had nearly died in the time you'd known him, and you sighed as you performed a simple healing spell on his cracked ribs and broken nose.

"Oh, Harry, what would you ever do without me?"

He shrugged with a smirk, then winced as the magic took effect, replying matter-of-factly,

"Die, probably."

You rolled your eyes, but then he smiled and you felt a good deal better about the whole affair.