He's been wandering London for weeks when he sees him. The pale faced child with wispy black hair and threadbare clothing. He's soft in the way children are, but amidst the gaggle of little bodies, he stands with the air of a man grown. Marek glances at the pinned sign that reads 'Wool's Orphanage' and then back at the child. So this was Voldemort? - This can be found on ao3.