His dad's voice snaps him out of whatever thought he's currently stewing in, and Harry will probably recognize that full-body way that he jumps. It's guilt, pure and wracking guilt, and he shoots his father a look that seems suggests both panic and outrage at the same time.

"I shoved the Malfoy brat into the pond and he dragged me with him," he seethes. The broom ride home has dried him out a little, but disgusting pond water is beginning to drip down his cheek now. "Not my fault."