Harry almost cries, back bowed, not with relief but fear. Maybe it is mercy to give him his life, but he knows what’s coming. With all the fear, all the animosity toward him, he will never convince them that Voldemort is back, and Dumbledore can’t—maybe won’t—save him from the repercussions. But still, Harry goes. He takes hold of Cedric, summons the cup, and goes to face whatever awaits him.