Cedric was worried about her, yes, but he felt a surge of pride upon hearing what she did. What they all did. "I knew she could. She's always been braver than she let on. I'm just sorry I had to leave her."

He felt stirrings of guilt at that thought, so he'd push right past those and focus on the positives. Few as they were. The lot of them were wonderful fighters, all taking on the darkness because they didn't want any more innocent people to die.

He sorely wished he could help them. Then, silently, he realised that he could. By fighting in this war, in the here and now, to give their world a chance to right itself. That was his calling.

"You're great people, all of you, brave and strong. You're a good man, Harry, you know that?"