"Well... Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?"

Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.

"Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day... put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older... I know you hate to hear this... when you are ready, you will know."

And Harry knew it would be no good to argue. "But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?"

"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good."

"So why couldn't he touch Amelia either?" Harry asked. Dumbledore looked over at Amelia who gave a small nod. It seemed to Harry they were talking without words.

Amelia took a small breath.

"My parents were murdered by Voldemort," Harry froze. This was news to him.

"Funny enough it was the same night you got that scar. Him and his death eaters broke into my parent's home one night. They killed my dad well my mom tried to hide us."

"Us?" Harry asked. Amelia nodded.

"My twin brother. We were only babies and I don't even remember him. My mom grabbed me out of the crib and hid me under a dresser. She went to grab my brother when the door was kicked in. I remember hearing pleading and crying and then a flash of a green light. It was all quiet. The house was then set on fire. I was saved by someone I don't know who though and sent me to America. My mother died to save me."

A single tear slid down Amelia's cheek. She had no idea where that lie came from but it wasn't all a lie. Her mother and father were dead they died trying to save her and her brother theses were all true, but Harry must never know that the rest isn't.

"I'm sorry." Said Harry.

"Don't be. I didn't even know them."