He was too busy focusing on standing upright to notice the worried look on her face. Instead he focused on breathing as the portkey hooked beneath his naval, leaving him involuntarily calling out in pain as it ripped through his body, leaving him a shivering, barley standing mess in the Shack, fighting mediwitches as they rushed over to him assuming he was there because he was ill.
'Percy Weasley,' he managed to say, looking at Susan in need of her help.