His scar seared with pain, it was all he could do not to moan aloud.
Harry raised his wand, but as he did so, his scar seared more painfully, more powerfully than it had done in years.
His scar was still searing.
But then his scar seared and the Room of Req1uirement vanished.
…across the bed: The snake reared again, but Harry knew that worse than the snake was coming, was perhaps already at the gate, his head was going to split open with the pain from his scar — The snake lunged as he took a running leap, dragging Hermione with him; as it struck, Hermione screamed, "Confringo!" and her spell flew around the room, exploding the wardrobe mirror and ricocheting back at them, bouncing from floor to ceiling; Harry felt the heat of it sear the back of his hand.
Harry struggled, trying to throw off Greyback’s hand, but it was hopeless: Ron and Hermione were squeezed tightly against him on either side; he could not separate from the group, and as the breath was squeezed out of him his scar seared more painfully still — — as he forced himself through the slit of a window like a snake and landed, lightly as vapor inside the cell-like room — The prisoners lurched into one another as they landed in a country lane.
Harry’s scar seared again — — and he rose into the night, flying straight up to the windows at the very top of the tower — "… completely sure it’s him?