Harry felt a sudden surge of need to comfort the small child. He couldn’t reach out and it was maddening, his heart ached and nearly stopped when the boy lifted his head from his hands; Tom Riddle. He recoiled slightly but found his heart softening at the tear streaks that marred the boy's face. His breath caught once he realized the boy could be no older than four and those innocent grey eyes suddenly turned hard and cold, full of hatred and blame. 