Now, feeling strangely detached from everything, Harry refocused. His eyes found Cedric again and  there, the edge of its handle glinting at him in the moonlight and just a little way away from Cedric’s body, was the Triwizard cup - the portkey that would get him back to Hogwarts. He paused for a moment, to gather the building concern in his gut (  what would he do once he got there?  ) and shut it away in another room in his mind. Later.