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: Confusing story so far? I hope not! I promise to make it better! XD

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Tonto el que no entienda.

Cuenta una legenda

Que una hembra gitana

Conjuró a la luna

Hasta el amanecer.

Llorando pedia

Al llegar el día

Desposar un calé

Foolish is he who doesn't understand.

A legend tells

Of a gipsy woman

Who pleaded with the moon

Until dawn.

Weeping she begged

At the break of dawn

To marry a gipsy man.

***

"Harry, are you ready?"

"Yes, mum."

Lily smiled at her 6 six year old son. Much to her husband's reluctance, they had hired a private tutor for their son. Putting him at school was obviously not the best thing for Harry. They needed a teacher to teach Harry along the way. The lack of interacting with other young children did not stop Harry's carefree personality. To his mother's delight, and father's chagrin, Harry didn't inherit the mischievous behavior of his father. Albeit being cunning a few times, he never did anything to extreme.

James complained that he show Harry a few pranks, but his wife's temper quickly quailed that idea. Under Lily's careful eye, Harry was brought up wonderfully. He was responsible, and dependable. Not to mention intelligent. Yes, little Harry Potter was growing up fine.

Not the least bit spoiled, no matter how much they showered affection on him. They owned a rather large house, isolated from most houses. They had recently moved from, Godric's Hollow, but a gas pipe explosion had nearly cost them their lives. Now, they had a vast backyard, and equally vast front yard.

Yet… Harry was separated from other children his age, not for that reason alone. His parents could sense, yet no understand. Or maybe they chose to ignore it. Either way, there was something remarkably different about Harry. He seemed more in tune with… life. Lily thought back, a memory that still puzzled her even now.

Flashback

"James, where's Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Where's Harry!"

"Er…."

"James!!"

Lily glared at her husband, as he rubbed the back of his head where she had hit him.

"If anything happens to my baby, James…" she threatened.

Taking that as his cue to not say something stupid, he nodded. "He's probably just around here somewhere, Lily. This is our favorite park, its large, but not that vast. Probably in some garden or something. Come on."

Sighing, she nodded and headed in the direction in which she hoped Harry would be.

*****

A big grin split over Harry's face. "Flowa!" he yelled happily. His small chubby hand, reaching for a delicate white rose.

He had followed a butterfly, when it landed gracefully on his nose. He had gone cross-eyed for a moment, before he almost fell back from doing it too long. His lovely green eyes had narrowed determinedly at the said butterfly, and he pursued it with a vengeance. Luckily, it had flown over to Harry's favorite garden in his father's favorite park.

"Harry!"

Harry's head turned around, hand still reaching for the rose. He laughed happily, eyes twinkling. His mother broke into a relieved smile, as she rushed to Harry, his father not far behind.

"Oh, Harry. Your okay! Where'd you go? You had me worried!"

Hoping to alleviate his mother's distress, Harry shot his hand forward to close around the rose….

And quickly brought his small hand back. His cherubic face contorted into pain, and his lip trembled. Crystalline tears fell from his face, and he held out his hand to his mother. Little drops of blood were quickly running down the length of his arm, a dark contrast to Harry's creamy skin.

To Lily's amazement, one drop of blood ran to Harry's small elbow. It was like slow motion.

It fell---

Closer---

Splash!

In the wake of the blood, something seemed to form under it. Suddenly, something bloomed from the drop. A delicate red rose, fully bloomed.

"Harry…" she breathed, awestruck.

Harry's tears stalled, as he gazed at the rose. He turned his face to his mother, and replied in a voice unlike his own.

"Lle desiel? Amin nauva auta yeste."

Harry's eyes fell shut, and he fell back. Lily, putting what happened in the back of her mind, quickly scooped Harry up. The two ran to their friend's house, which was closest to the park. Remus Lupin's.

End of Flashback

***

"Tendrás a tu hombre,

Piel morena,"

Desde el cielo

Habló la luna llena.

"Pero a cambio quiero

El hijo primero

Que le engenders a él.

Que quien su hijo inmola

Para no estar sola

Poco le iba a querer."

"You'll have your man,

Tawny skin,"

Said the full moon

From the sky.

"But in return I want

The first child

That you have with him.

Because she who sacrifices her child

So that she is not alone,

Isn't likely to love him very much."

***

"Did you bring the books that your Remus said?"

"Yes, mum."

"I'll be out in the garden, you two have a good time."

Harry waved goodbye to her, and quickly sat down on his chair. They usually had lessons in the music room, but today, they planned to have it outside in the gazebo. He dutifully put down three books on English, mathematics, and science. Harry was especially good in chemistry, one for which his mother prided in. He propped his chin on his hand, staring into space before…

Hands suddenly covered his eyes.

"Guess who!"

Grinning, Harry turned around. "Moony!"

Laughing, he ruffled Harry's hair, before taking a seat in front of him. "So, how is my little protégé?"

"Never better."

"That's my boy."

The next few hours were dedicated to the subjects. Remus was showing Harry different forms of tenses, while Harry nodded along. Halfway through, his mother brought in lemonade for the two to drink.

Upon finishing a few units in the textbooks, Harry turned a hopeful face to Remus.

"Moony?"

Smiling slightly at the nickname, Remus nodded for him to continue.

"How many languages do you know?"

"Oh, I don't know. Not very many, I would say. But enough to get me through life." He grinned slightly, "Interested in learning any language in particular?"

"Well… not really. I'm not even sure what type of language it is."

"Wait, you've heard a different language?"

"More like in a dream…"

"Do you think you could tell me a word or two of it? Maybe I can find out."

"I don't know… you might laugh. It sounds more like a song to me."

"Harry," he admonished gently, "I would never laugh at you. Now, come on, just give me two words. That's not to hard, is it?"

"… Figlio perduto."

Remus blinked at Harry. The words seemed to have rolled off Harry's tongue easily. He thought a moment, before replying.

"Sounds Italian."

Harry immediately brightened. "Really? What's it mean?"

"Hm.. Ah, 'lost son' if I'm correct. Yes, that's it. 'Lost son'. How peculiar… Harry, where did you hear this again?"

Harry shrugged expressively, "Not really sure."

Remus frowned in confusion, but let it pass. "Well, I think it's about time for me to leave. I've got a lunch appointment with an old friend of mine. But.. Oh! Yes, that's it. I forgot to mention, I've noticed you don't get much interaction with young boys your age. Why not ask your mother about joining something? Say a club or something…"

"I don't think Mum would like that…"

"Well, show her this form. It's for a boy choir. It won't be anything you can't handle, but it'll give you a chance to mingle with other boys. You might even make a friend."

Harry took the paper, mindful of the gaze he felt from his long time friend. He smiled be reassuringly at him, "I'll be sure to give it to my mum. Thanks."

"No problem."

Remus stood up with a smile, and produced a lemon drop from his hand. "Here's a little reward for today's classes."

Taking it gratefully, Harry waved goodbye as he headed back inside his home. He walked inside, seeing his father on the phone. He quickly headed towards the kitchen, hearing his mother humming a tune. He peeked his head in, seeing his mother baking a pie. From the looks of it, a peach cobbler. Harry stood, just a few feet in front of her.

He felt a mischievous tug in his system, seeing as how his mother hadn't noticed him. He stepped closer, took a deep breath, and--

"MUM!!!!"

He was awarded with a quick glare, before he burst into giggles.

"Harry James Potter!"

His giggles subsided quickly, and he looked at her meekly. His earnest green eyes looking at her. He grinned inwardly, when his mother sighed dramatically. She hated it when Harry did that, no one could say no. Not even strangers!

"For crying out loud, Harry. I didn't even hear your footsteps. Why is it, that your footsteps are soundless, where as your father can't go up the stairs without bringing down the house."

Harry grinned cheekily at her, shrugging with an innocent expression. Lily shook her head slightly, turning her attention back to the pie. "This'll be ready in an hour or two, so don't fill up on anything." It was pretty pointless to say that, since Harry never did, but Lily felt it her obligation to say it anyway.

Harry shuffled his feet, and grasped the paper tighter in his hand.

***

Luna quieres ser madre

Y no encuentras querer

Que te haga mujer.

Dime, luna de plata,

Qué pretendes hacer

Con un niño de piel.

A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,

Hijo de la luna.

Moon, you want to be mother,

But you cannot find a love

Who makes you a woman.

Tell me, silver moon,

What you intend to do

With a child of flesh.

A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,

Son of the moon.

***

"Mum?"

"Hm?"

"Moony gave me this paper. It's about a boy choir… d'you think I could go? I mean… I haven't really sung before but… it'd be really wonderful if you'd let me…" he trailed off thoughtfully.

Lily stopped a moment, and turned to her son. His shined so bright, hope evident. The paper in question was being threatened to be crumpled, but that was beside the point. Her green eyes stared into the exact same ones, searching to see if he really wanted to go. The answer was written plainly on his face. Please say yes.

"A boy choir, eh? Of course you can go! What mother would say no to their darling son's chance to sing?" she smiled softly down at him, seeing him blush at the comment. She gently pried the paper from his tight grip, already looking for a pen to sign it.

"It says here, that choir practice is every morning. And they have recitals for the singers. How lovely! Hm… Our Lady of Angels. How nice… Oh! First day will be tomorrow… how convenient." she added as an afterthought. She grabbed a pen off the table, and signed her signature of permission.

"It doesn't specify what clothing you wear, but I'm sure they'll provide the robes to cover whatever your wearing." She sat down at the long kitchen table, momentarily forgetting about the peach cobbler as she read the contents of the form. Harry quickly scrambled up on a chair beside her, listening to her exclamations of amazement.

"Look Harry! Each child will be able to perform a solo, but on special occasions, they will be judged and will perform at the Cathedral! The difficulty of this event is that the children will have to write their own music. Past performances were done in Italian, Latin, etc…" she trailed off amazed.

Harry's face suddenly fell, and he spoke in a soft voice that made his mother stop.

"I don't even know if I can sing…"

"Oh Harry, don't say that. I'm sure you'll do fine. Although," she smiled at him, "I've never heard you sing! Come on, give it a go. Right now, sing this sample song at the bottom of this form."

She held it out to him, and he took it into trembling hands. He cleared his throat nervously, and sang.

"In our dear Lord's garden, planted here below

Many tiny flowerets in sweet beauty grow."

Harry stopped there, nervously looking at his mother for her reaction. To his surprise, her mouth hung open, and she stared at him incredulously.

'Am I that bad?' he thought despairingly.

"Harry…" she breathed.

Sigh. "I'll understand if you change your mind about lett--"

"Change my mind? You were wonderful! It really was. Harry… your voice is wonderful." She ended seriously.

He smiled gratefully, brimming with happiness. "Really? Thanks, mum! I'll go to my room and practice a bit." He grinned at her, and shot to his room, narrowly missing his dad who was just walking in.

"Was that a rabid little munchkin, or our son that just nearly ran me over?"

She laughed lightly at his joke, and motioned him to take a seat beside her.

"Did you hear that singing, Lily? It was… beautiful!"

"That, was your son."

"Harry? Our Harry?"

She nodded an affirmative. She, too, was surprised at the Harry's singing. It sounded completely… unreal. It didn't seem possible that human vocal chords could produce such sweet sounds. It was as if Harry had it all his life.

"He's just full of surprises."

***

From the garden, a figure stood, smiling.

"Young Istar, your voice is developing. Ed' i'ear ar' elenea! Your voice is sweeter than that of our fairest elves. Soon, you will come. Soon."

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