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Harry touched his scar. It still ached, but it no longer felt like a curse. It felt like a compass.

Quirrell lunged. But when his hands touched Harry’s skin, they blistered and smoked. Harry’s touch burned him like fire. Confused, terrified, Harry held on as Quirrell crumbled to dust. Voldemort’s spirit tore free, a wailing shadow that shot past Harry and fled into the night. Book 1 - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer--s Stone

“The Elixir of Life is a tempting thing. But as you showed today, there are far greater magics. Love, for instance. And the courage of a boy who wanted only to find a family.” Harry touched his scar

Harry stepped forward. He didn’t see piles of gold or fame. He saw his parents: Lily and James, alive and smiling, their arms reaching for him. And in his own reflection’s pocket, a small red stone materialized. He touched his robe. It was there. Quirrell lunged