"He said," he licked his lips, "He tried to say that you were somehow putting  that on," he nodded at the huge scar down Harry’s neck, "Like it was a coordinated performance or something between you and Dumbledore – and Bill was there when he said it," Ron said darkly, "I’ve never seen Bill so angry. He started shouting and screaming that you’d been dying in his arms, and there was nothing he could do about it, and it was the most scared he’d ever been. Said, how dare Percy try and make out like one of the worst experiences of Bill’s life was all a show, or- or an act or something," it hadn’t occurred to Harry to think about how any of the witnesses to his near murder had felt about the event, and he felt mildly guilty for a second, even though it made no sense to be, "He asked if he was really accusing a teenager of faking their own attempted-murder. Bill packed his bags for him then and there – told him to get out and not come back until he realised what an idiot he was being,"