Hermione Granger in her fourth year.
Ginny Weasley in her fourth year.
Minerva McGonagall in Harry Potter's second year.
Pomona Sprout in Harry Potter's third year.
Lily Potter in a letter.
Part of his arm.
His fingernails and part of his arm.
Three fingers on his left hand.
Part of his side.
The scar hadn't pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
"And quite honestly," said Harry, waving his sons goodbye, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
"He'll be all right," murmured Ginny. Harry put his hand down absentmindedly and touched his scar. "I know he will."
As the three of them walked back away from Kings Cross, towards who knew what, Harry was glad he still had one last golden day of peace with Ron and Hermione.
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
"Borrowed it, Professor Dubledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Proffesor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm.
"Shhh!" hissed Proffesor McGonagall. "You'll wake the Muggles!"
"Well," said Dubledore finally, "That's that. We'e no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
So if you seek beneath our floors,
Thief you have been warned, beware,
A treasure that was never yours,
Of those who take, but do not earn,
"Beech-wood and dragon heartstring, nine inches. Quite whippy,"
"Maplewood and unicorn hair, eleven and three quarter inches, springy."
"Maple and phoenix feather, seven inches. Excellent for transfiguration."
"Holly and unicorn hair, twelve inches precisely. Rather bendy,"
"Ebony and unicorn hair, good for charm work,"
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a beechwood wand. Nine inches. Nice and flexible."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored an ebony wand. Eigth and a half inches. Springy."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a cherry and unicorn wand. Twelve inches precisely. Pliable. Nice wand that one, and excellent for transfiguration."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a holly and unicorn hair wand. Nine and a half inches, rather springy. Good for charms work."
"Well, now - Mr. Potter. Let me see,"
"You have your mother's eyes," said Ollivander, his large silvery eyes inches away from Harry's.
"Ah, yes - Harry Potter," it wasn't a question.
"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Mr. Potter."