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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.
Harry touched his scar. It still ached, but it no longer felt like a curse. It felt like a compass. Book 1 - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer--s Stone
The Boy Who Unlocked the Mirror
But Quirrell wasn’t alone. As he unwound his turban, a second face emerged from the back of his skull: pale, snake-like, with gleaming red eyes. Lord Voldemort. Harry stepped forward
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped past Fluffy’s sleeping heads, they fell into a gauntlet of enchanted traps. Ron sacrificed himself in a giant wizard’s chess match, his king’s move shattering him unconscious. Hermione, trembling, solved a riddle of deadly potions and vanished through purple flames. And in his own reflection’s pocket, a small
