"No, me either," Harry said. He had stepped forward to help, but she seemed to be dismissing his offer, so he stood in the center of the kitchen, and put his hands in his pockets to give them something to do. "If he could do that to the entire population, why hasn't he done it to us? Made us turn ourselves in, or something?"
That was the part that didn't make sense. They, somehow, were free of whatever influence Ginny was under. "It's just the only thing I can think of to explain it. I know he can get into people's heads, he's done it to me, but at least I got to make up my own mind about what he put there. I had a choice."
He hadn't always made the right choice, had allowed Voldemort to bait him into going to the Department of Mysteries, but that wasn't the point. "It's different. I don't like it."