You're peeking out at the man from behind your uncle.., a tiny little thing, clearly malnourished and neglected.

Voldemort catches you staring and squints, leaning in close. He looks scary to your small brain, all inhuman and monstrous.,. His skin offputtingly smooth and cold, eyes dead and stern. And he towers above all of you by several feet.

Suddenly your uncle perks up from the conversation, seeming more thrilled than you've ever seen him

"Yes! Please, oh. Please take the boy. We don't want him, such an ungrateful brat!"