When Hermione stood face to face with Harry Potter, the boy squinted his emerald eye at her. She had never seen it so close. It was fascinating. There were green swirls dancing in his iris, as if the light streak of a spell had been trapped inside, a deadly spell. On a second inspection she took in the rest of his face. The jagged scar started on the corner of his forehead splitting his eyebrow and cutting a path down his eyelid. Hermione stared at his dead eye, the glassy white veil and absence of color was such a contrast with his magic green one. The scar reached the hollow of his cheek bone. The Boy Who Lived, The Scarred Child. 