I still need a wand.
A wand? Well you want Ollivanders. There ain't no place better.
Why don't you run along there and wait.
I just got one more thing to do. Won't be long.
-Hello? -I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter.
It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands.
Here we are. Give it a wave.
Apparently not.
Perhaps... this.
No, no, definitely not. No matter.
I wonder....
-Curious. Very curious. -Sorry, but what's curious?
I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter.
It so happens that the phoenix... whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather.
Just one other.
It is curious that you should be destined for this wand... when its brother gave you that scar.
And who owned that wand?
We do not speak his name.
The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter.
It's not always clear why.
But I think it is clear... that we can expect great things from you.
After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named... did great things.
Terrible... yes, but great.
Harry! Happy birthday.
You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet.
He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this.
You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
First, and understand this Harry because it's very important:
Not all wizards are good.
Some of them go bad. A few years ago there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V...
-His name was V... -Maybe if you wrote it down?
No, I can't spell it.
-All right, Voldemort. -Voldemort?
It was dark times, Harry, dark times.
Voldemort started to gather some followers. Brought them 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 them.
Nobody, not one. Except you.
-Me? Voldemort tried to kill me? -Yes.
That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry.
A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.
What happened to V...? To You-Know-Who?
Well, some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion.
Nope, I reckon he's out there still... too tired to carry on.
But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night.
That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name.
You're the boy who lived.