"Yeah," Harry said, "I'm alright." He knew how she felt, although he wasn't confused, and he didn't need to think too hard these days to get a headache. He couldn't tell anymore whether Voldemort was still at some kind of low threshold of anger, or whether his scar was just echoing the intensity of it, but he'd gotten used to the pain. Ron and Hermione hadn't really commented on it making him look any different, but then, Ron was in much worse shape than he was. He wondered what Ginny could see of it in his face, but he hoped he wasn't making her worry too much. Her mind must be confusing enough as it was, with the potion involved. "What did you want to tell me?"