Harry didn’t even entertain the idea of putting up any kind of fight - not that he thought he had much fight left in him. He could barely walk straight, and it took Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him for him to make it to the enormous gargoyle that guarded the headmaster’s office. Harry was beginning to think that Umbridge might actually be insane - he wasn’t sure how well it was likely to go down with anyone, Harry turning up with his teeth kicked in and blood literally everywhere. Dumbledore certainly wasn’t going to be impressed, and as much of a piece of work as Fudge was, Harry doubted he’d be best pleased with the optics of a Hogwarts student being beaten on Umbridge’s command.