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Enjoy :) _______________________________ Hagrid and the Boy Who Lived. 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? Shh. 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.
