Harry was seriously considering telling someone, but who? Dumbledore was gone, but he would not look at him anyway, and McGonagall had told him to keep his head down. Harry laughed bitterly to himself. Who was he kidding? No one had interfered when Umbridge had threatened to whip the twins, no matter how much they celebrated when they had escaped. Why should this be any different? The fame is getting to my head, Harry thought, half hysterically.