"During 5th year the ministry was pretending the Dark Lord hadn't returned, Dumbledore was insane, and Harry was lying for attention. Add to that stress a petulant and moody Harry and Umbridge's reign of terror. Merlin, I hate that toad. I ended up near death again after the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries, with scars this time." She pulled her shirt aside to show a bit of the puckered scar on her chest. "Intellectually I know that Harry should have been more focused on the fact that his godfather, Sirius Black, had just died, but emotionally, I would have liked him to at least expressed concern over my recovery. But nothing all summer, even after he joined us at the Burrow. I had to go there so my recovery could be overseen by magical people. For some reason no one could come to me.