"It's not your fault," Harry said immediately, looking up from the pile of shredded grass in front of him. "Neither of us knew what happened, how to react. Not until it was too late."

Though he had no idea Cedric was thinking about the same thing, Harry wished he could tell Cedric that his family was alright but the truth was he didn't know what had happened to them. He'd been on the run for so long.

Looking thoughtful, he rubbed his bristly chin.

"Voldemort's spent the last few years gathering followers and rising again to power in secret. He sprung his Death Eaters free of Azkaban and has been recruiting new ones. The Ministry fell just this year. They took too long to even believe he was back."