He closed the short distance, his trainers sinking and slipping in wet sand. As he neared the person, he knew it was neither Ron nor Hermione. And when he dropped to his knees, and with great trepidation rolled the figure over, he knew in his gut who it was before the man’s face was revealed.

Dark haired and pale and completely unconscious was Tom Riddle.

Of Your Making, Part One, Chapter One

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