Harry basically, hated his life. Everything bad always happened to him. First he was forced to join the Triwizard Tournament, then he actually survived till the end, and then, as if it weren't bad enough, he landed in a graveyard only to be cut open in a ritual to revive Voldemort himself. He'd also had to watch Cedric die, he was a nice kid. Harry didn't know too much about him, he was more Ron's friend (Harry suspected Ron idolized Cedric) but he never really spoke to him. He'd sat with his uncles in box seats at the chaotic quiddich game, unlike the Weasleys and the Diggorys who had the highest seats in the arena. Anyway, he was still very upset to see the boy die and even more upset when he was expected to duel the dark lord himself, newly risen and then all the eyes upon his bloody and rather upsetting return. Cedric was dead, and his uncles, who were in the stands, hurried to Harry who was being dragged away by Mad Eye but he really turned out to be a death eater, as if harry didn't need anything else to bog down the year. No Oliver, no Ron for half the time, no longer Remus's helping hand as a professor, he'd begun to feel terribly alone.