Harry heard the uneasiness in Percy's voice. It was hard to mistake for anything else. It was hard to mistake the reason why it was there in the first place; they were at the Ministry, and Harry was starting to feel even more watched than before. Every bit of his life, now, was being scrutinized, he was sure of it.
"As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing to explain," he replied, taking his eyes from the closed gate that separated them from the outside of the elevator as they shot past room after room and floor after floor to look Percy in the eyes, and hoping against hope that the man would understand. How many of them were there, who could understand each other anymore? They didn't have very many people to turn to anymore. Even Hermione... "Not to her."