Cedric did not look happy about this. At all. The Ministry fell---You Know Who had been there---and the look of horror on his face meant that he must have just realized something.

"My father worked there! If they killed---"

No. No. He really didn't want to think about that terrifying possibility. But Harry was so busy, he wouldn't know. Knowing there was nothing he could do at the moment, and that his parents could have, perhaps, been spared as well by this ship, he paused to calm himself.

"Right. So. That leaves us at fear and war. And what..."

Cedric's eyes had caught a flicker of something moments earlier, when Harry was talking, and now he searched for it again. It was something faint, but curiosity had him leaning a bit to peer at it. He couldn't read it from this angle and distance, but it looked like angry knife or claw lines.

"What attacked your hand?"