"Harry mentioned the beginning of that. He's a few years further along," Cedric frowned, coming to mull over one of the cauldrons in the room. "The war started when I died. Harry's told me that no one believed I was really murdered, that he was really back. They thought I'd gotten myself killed like a fool in the tournament. So that gave him time to gather followers and form a plan, I suppose."

And that people believed that of him had stung. It still did.