Harry stood to the side after the shock of being alive lessened slightly within him. It was hard to be too happy about being back when you saw a dead girl on the ground with her friends mourning her. The vampire seemed to be clinging to life, but Harry didn't know much about vampires. He did know that the girl was dead, and that didn't seem right.
There was always a trade off though, and some would probably say the one for the many was fair. Looking around at the scene in front of him and he didn't think anything was fair. It was just what it was; life.
He tried to keep a cautious eye on Lydia, in between feeling his face, shocked that he really had come back healed. No more scar from his fight with Peter. Likely the Goblin Serum had been healing his corpse while he was dead. He felt stupid wearing his Goblin suit in the middle of a birth and death ceremony, but it wasn't like he could just swing by an Armani or Gucci and pick something out.
It was vain to be thinking of appearances at a time like this, but Harry was who he was. Death and rebirth hadn't changed that. He hoped Tony had the mind to bring scotch. He really needed a drink.