Pro Potentia - For Power

He'd been wandering London for weeks when he sees him. The pale faced child with wispy black hair, skinny shoulders covered in threadbare clothing. He’s soft in the way children are, but amidst the gaggle of little bodies sheltered within the battered gates, he stands with the air of a man grown. Marek glanced at the pinned sign that read ‘Wool’s Orphanage’ and then back at the child. He had seen this boy before, with Evelyn, who insisted on marathoning the films every year, who liked to regale him with stories about the characters. This boy was Voldemort.