Lord Voldemort: The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I? It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son... she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I can touch you... now. Yeah. Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?
Lord Voldemort: Don't be a fool. Why suffer an horrific death... when you can join me and live?
Harry Potter: Never!
Lord Voldemort: Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry... would you like to see your mother and father again? Together... we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return. (Harry takes out the stone from his pocket) That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power... and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone!
Harry Potter: You, liar!
Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter... we meet again.
Harry Potter: Voldemort.
Lord Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me... but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket.