Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone2001

Harry:
He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. [points to his scar. Hagrid looks hesitant respond] You know, Hagrid, I know you do.

Hagrid:
[sighs and leans towards him] First - and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important - not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. And a few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-- [becomes tense] His name was V--

Harry:
Maybe if you wrote it down?

Hagrid:
Nah, I can't spell it. All right... [in a whisper] Voldemort.

Harry:
Voldemort?

Hagrid:
[frantically] Shh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times.

[As Hagrid narrates, we see a flashback of a robed, hooded figure - Voldemort - breaking into Harry's parents' home and striking his mother dead; it ends just as Voldemort aims his wand at baby Harry]

Hagrid:
Voldemort started to gather some followers; brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody. Not one. Except you.

Harry:
Me? Voldemort tried to kill... me?

Hagrid:
Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on yer forehead. A mark like that only comes from bein' touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.

Harry:
And what happened to Vol-- To You-Know-Who?

Hagrid:
Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's still out there somewhere, too tired to carry on. But one thing's fer certain: Somethin' about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everyone knows your name. You're the Boy Who Lived.