Harry woke in the hospital wing. Dumbledore sat beside him, smiling. “The Mirror will be moved to a safer place,” he said softly. “And as for the Stone… it will be destroyed.”
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 stone walls of Hogwarts felt more like home than the Dursleys’ stale carpet ever had. Harry learned to soar on a broomstick, whisper to a Sorting Hat, and face a three-headed dog named Fluffy with nothing but a flute. He found two loyal friends: Hermione, who had a book for every spell, and Ron, who had a broken wand for every disaster. Harry woke in the hospital wing
Harry Potter had never expected a birthday letter. For ten years, his only companions were the spiders in his cupboard under the stairs at 4 Privet Drive. But on a stormy night, a giant of a man named Hagrid kicked down the door and handed him a crumbling cake and a truth that cracked his world wide open: You’re a wizard, Harry. “And as for the Stone… it will be destroyed