Clues to the Living Horcrux

The Boy Who Lived slowly regained consciousness. Color returned to his pale cheeks, like the flush after intense exertion had come to a stop. The sinister air that had clung to him completely vanished. They were only many tiny changes, yet somehow he looked far more pleasing to the eye.

"Mm..."

Harry still looked somewhat dazed. When he came to himself, he realized he was leaning slightly backward, with Hagrid's enormous hand gently pressed against his back, supporting him with its warm reassurance.

Loren stood to his right, holding a slender wand, while Hermione stood beside him with a slight frown. Ginny and Ron were on his left, gripping his arm and clutching his sleeve, their eyes full of concern.

Seeing Harry's unfocused gaze gather again and his eyes regain their focus, everyone breathed a small sigh of relief.

Loren waved a hand in front of his eyes. "Do you still remember who you are?"

Harry's mind was still restarting. The fragment of Voldemort's soul, carrying its heavy memories, had dealt him an unprecedented shock. The moment he saw the inscription on the Mirror of Erised, it seemed to touch some nerve, and vague memories began surfacing bit by bit.

Harry froze for a moment, staring at the figure in the mirror. "I think... I saw Voldemort's memories."

Ginny's grip tightened, her gaze full of concern.

"Were there any clues about the living Horcrux?" Hermione tilted her head toward the mirror. To outside observers, the scene within it was no different from the one outside.

"Not yet." Harry shook his head. The blood vessels around his forehead scar swelled and pulsed, itchy and hot. "I want to try again."

Loren silently examined the scar on his forehead. The Magic Power reaction there was faint but active, like a moth pinned