Harry had only been here a few times now, in truth. It had been recommended to him for its closeness and its sandwiches; if he wanted to be able to relax a little on his lunch breaks during training, he couldn't go very far away. He had been here enough in the last month that the staff was growing somewhat accustomed to his presence, but he could still see their reactions to him in their expressions.
He wondered how it was that Smith didn't see those. Maybe it was because he was one of them, one of the people that didn't look up to Harry. His hero status was dubious at best, in most people's minds, and he wasn't making any attempts to change what they thought. The few people that did admire him were just that, few. He was grateful to them for it, but being one of his supporters wasn't the safest thing to be, so it worried him, too.
"I wouldn't wish that responsibility on him if I were you," he said wryly. He wouldn't wish it on anyone, at all. That was why he had constantly tried to deal with it alone, to keep others from having to go through what he did. Maybe it was true that Cedric would have done a better job, but he'd been able to grow up into that kind of amazing person without having to carry any of the weight of it. For that reason - not because he didn't think Cedric would have been capable of it - Harry was glad that Cedric had not been in his shoes.