Title: Figlio Perduto

Author: Gia

E-Mail: divinechild18@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: none

Time: Present time.

Summary: [AU] During an outing with his father at the young age of one, Harry has met an elf and is now linked to their brethren. Harry is now a young choir boy, who's singing will do more than enchant others.

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: I was just hit by inspiration! Harry isn't a wizard, per se, but just a variation of it. I'm not good at explaining it now but think of this as a.. modern LotR? No.. bad explanation. Okay, well it really is quite good. I feel I did my best with this one.

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Muri die vento

Notte è scesa

Padre e figlio sono insiem

Walls of wind

Night has fallen

Father and son are together

***

His father held his tiny hand, as he helped him walk, taking small baby steps. He smiled up at his father, laughing cutely, as loving brown eyes stared down into lovely green ones.

It was September 18, 1981. Just a day after Harry's birth, and the life of the Potters was fantastic. Three days after his birth, Harry could crawl much faster. Four more days, Harry was learning to stand. Five days, Harry could start to pronounce words. To put it simply, Harry was becoming a very smart little baby. On August 18, father and son would be spending an entire day out at their favorite park, to celebrate Harry's successful attempt at saying 'Daddy'.

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Con un cavallo

Vanno avanti

In questa grande oscurità

With a horse

They proceed

Through this intense darkness

***

"Horse!"

Small chuckle. "Yes, Harry. Horse. Want to ride the carriage with daddy?"

"Daddy!" and then happy laughter.

"I'll take that as a yes." he said wryly.

He quickly crossed the street, one hand holding securely on Harry's small one. Harry kept up surprisingly well with his father's long strides. They approached a large cherry wood carriage, being drawn by two chocolate brown horses. There were two sets of brass lamps on each side of the carriage seat, although the light was dim. The driver was leaning on his seat, apparently asleep.

"Er.. Excuse me! Sir?"

The man snorted in his sleep loudly, before he woke up. Upon seeing potential customers, he straightened up, and with a deep British accent, replied hello.

"Would you mind taking me and my son on your carriage, perhaps through the park once or twice. Just name your price."

At the last bit, the driver's smile widened. It quickly disappeared, however, and sobered, a greedy plan forming in his mind. He adopted a tired voice, and spoke.

"Well, as you can see. I was just off for a wee nap. This job is quite tough.. I don't think me poor heart can take it anymore, if you take my meaning."

"Oh… perhaps, letting me? I promise I won't run away with or anything. I can meet you back here or wherever you'd like your carriage back. How much would be the added fee?"

"Well, I usually charge 9 pounds and 10 pence, but if I were to lend it to a customer… hmm.." He put his finger to his chin, as if in deep thought. James blinked at the large amount mentioned. 'The little bugger!'

As if reading his father's thoughts, Harry frowned, pointed a finger at the driver, "You bugger!"

The driver sputtered for a moment, and looked down at the very small child. James raised his eyebrow, but contained his laughter. The driver's eye twitched in annoyance.

"*Ankle-biters" the driver muttered to himself softly. He put on fake cheerfulness, waving half-heartedly at the small boy. "Bright little kid you have. He can't be barely over one!"

James swelled with pride and answered, "He's progressing much faster than normal. He can already walk, as you can see, and he can say a few phrases." The driver just shrugged in answer.

"Yes, well, the price of addition will be… 12 pounds 8 pence. Just drop off the carriage in this spot, I'll be waiting at the inn for a little bite to eat. You think you can handle that?" He asked, handing over the reins to him, as James climbed on and helped Harry settle in.

"I think we'll manage."

The driver sneered, and walked off, holding the money in his hands. James glares at the man's back, but he softens when he turns back to Harry.

"What a prat, aye Harry?"

"Prat!"

James winced. "Better not let your mum hear that, or she'd have my head."

"Ooooohhh." Harry said wonderingly. Eyes glinting happily, most likely planning to yell it over and over when he saw his mum. James just smiled, and ruffled Harry's hair a bit. He grabbed the reins in both hands. Once they were on a steady pace, and well in the park, James sat back beside Harry. Harry seemed beside himself with excitement, watching the trees pass by. They continued to ride in silence, only the sounds of the horses' hooves sounding.

Harry shivered a little, as the temperature seemed to drop. James draped an arm around the little boy, letting Harry lean against him.

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Ma ad un tratto

Il bimbo trema

Dalla paura

Freddo si fa

But suddenly

The boy trembles

With fear

It gets cold

***

They seem to be nearing the very center of the park, and the tall trees crowded around them. The full moon shined down upon them, providing the most efficient light, since the lamps seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer. Harry scooted closer to his father, not liking the surroundings anymore. He felt as if someone was watching him. James seemed to sense his son's tension, and he rubbed Harry's bug gently.

"Shall we go home now, Harry?"

"Yes!"

Nodding, James leaned forward, and reined the horses back. Instead of turning and going at the same slow pace, the horses broke into a fast run, causing the carriage to bump dangerously on the cobbled rode. Panicking, James quickly wrapped protective arms around Harry, and tried to stop the reins. The carriage suddenly jostled over a large bump, causing it to overturn.

With a cry, James clutched Harry to his chest, trying to take the brunt of the fall. The back of his head hit the ground hard, causing him to black out. The loose horses continued to run, leaving behind the two.

Harry clutched his father closely, still trembling from the ordeal. Pulling back a bit, he looked down at his daddy.

"Daddy?" he whispered.

A small puddle of blood started to pool around his father's head.

"Daddy!!"

Harry became frantic. His daddy didn't like good. But what could he do? He peered at his father's face, hoping he would wake up.

From nowhere, a suddenly melody started to ring around the park. Harry could hear the leaves rustling, but also a distinct crunching, as if someone was walking on top of the leaves. Harry quickly stood, and assumed a position in front of his father's unconscious form. If it were anyone bad, he would keep it from hurting his daddy.

The footsteps had stopped suddenly, somewhere to Harry's right. A high-pitched scream, obviously not human, sounded. It made Harry's blood run cold, and he inched closer to his father, but not yet abandoning his guard of him.

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Padre oh padre

To non hai visto

Re degli elfi

Eccolo la

Father oh Father

Haven't you seen

The king of the elves

There he is

***

He whimpered softly, scared beyond belief.

"Harrryy…"

His eyes widened, someone was calling his name!

"Your daddy will be alright… would you like to play with me?"

Harry fell back, tripping over his father's legs. Ignoring the voice, he leaned over his father's chest, trying to shake him awake.

"Daddy, please!" he whispered frantically.

A large shadow appeared on the ground, and Harry knew someone was behind him. Large hands covered his mouth before he could scream, dragging him away from his father.

'Daddy!' Harry screamed in his mind, before darkness overcame him.

***

Figlio perduto,

Vuoi far un gioco?

Gioia ti porto

Vieni con me

Lost son

Do you want to play?

I bring you joy

Come with me

***

Harry's eyes fluttered open, showing frightened green eyes. He sat up slowly, looking around. A small fire was crackling, casting a dim light around him. It appeared he was still in the forest but he could no longer see a cobbled road, or anything that showed sign of anything.

"Ah, your awake."

Head whipping around, Harry's eyes widened considerably. In front of him, stood a seemingly tall young man. Dark silky hair, and its skin was shell-white, and the eyebrows that fanned over its high cheekbones were long and straight, not curved at all. It wore strange clothes, not like Harry seen. It had long breeches and a collared shirt with buttons that was even whiter than its skin, and no weskit or suspenders. It was a he.

Harry watched the elf with wide eyes. Eyes like clear crystal, as blue as an autumn sky, stared right at him. The elf approached him, and bent down on one knee. It stared straight into Harry's eye, as if penetrating him.

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Padre oh padre

Hai già sentito

Cosa mi dice

E che vuol' far'?

Father oh father

Did you hear

What he said

And what he will do?

***

The elf raised its palm, and brought it over Harry's forehead. It whispered something, something in a different language, but it rang like bells from its lips.

"Saesa omentien lle, poikaer. Vanimle sila tiri, cormlle naa tanya tel'raa. Amin dele ten' sen. Uuma dela, Tula, hama neva i'naur. Elen sila lumenn omentilmo. I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor."

He pointed to Harry's chest, "Istar."

"Lle desiel?" The elf paused. "Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle. Quel marth."

He leaned forward, and kissed Harry on the forehead. Harry felt a warmth within himself. His head snapped up to meet the elf's eyes when it spoke in English.

"Your power has awoken." With a smile, it ended in elvish. "Namárië."

The fire suddenly roared to life, blinding Harry for a brief moment. Harry looked up, and was surprised to see the elf had disappeared. The fire had died out completely. Leaving Harry in the darkness. He stood up slowly, and bit back a gasp, as a whisper seemed to ring around him.

"When you are older, we will come. You are of our brethren now. Farewell."

Not understanding the depth of the statement, Harry ran back to what he hoped was where his father was.

The police were there, already helping his father. Harry was taken home to his mother, and his father was released from the hospital. Harry never told his parents about what had happened.

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A/N: Yes! I think I'm just gonna end it here. And post chapter two later. ^_^ So, what'cha think? Is it to confusing? I hope not! The story's gonna get better!! Please review! I'd like to see how this one is going!! Also, the elvish translations are on the last chapter of this story.

* Ankle-biters means: Noun. Children, particularly crawling babies. [Orig. Aust.]