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: Yay! Reviews! ^_^ haha.. So, how's me story?? I know there's a lot of things I need to clarify, but I'll do that in due time, promise!
Just to clear something up, uh… James is a college professor teaching Modern History at a prestigious school in England, and Lily is an Interior Decorator for very affluent people.
Also, if any of you people have read the book "Lord of the Rings" you will have noticed the relationship of Frodo and Sam. Now, it is NOT a homosexual relationship, since I had seen this small movie on the author of the book, saying that they did LOVE each other, but BROTHERLY LOVE. So, Harry and the boy( I won't mention, since you'll read it in this chapter) will not have any other relationship that you may be thinking when you read. I'd like to think, that I could sort of adopt the thinking of J.R.R Tolkien for this story, or perhaps, adopt a slight style. That's about it, NOW you can read! ^-^
***
Tonto el que no entienda
A fool is he who doesn't understand
***
Green eyes suddenly awoke in his sun-filled room. 'Today's the first day!' he thought excitedly. He sprung up from his bed, quickly running to clean himself up and pick some clothes to wear. He wore long gray pants with a naval blazer over a crisp white oxford shirt. Harry had opted for that option instead of chino shorts. Upon finishing, he quickly ran down the stairs. The smells of cinnamon oatmeal fill his nose as he took a quick seat at the table.
"Morning mum!"
"You must be excited Harry."
"Oh yes, very much so."
His father took this time to come in, still yawning. "I can't believe it, these are college students, and their handwriting is terrible! I could barely read the report, it took a while to actually find out which paper belonged to who!"
His wife smiled sympathetically at him as she handed him a hot mug of coffee. She turned to Harry, eying the still half full bowl.
"Aren't you hungry Harry?"
"Not at all, I'm to excited!"
"Well, try eating a bit more. Do you know the place to the cathedral?"
"Yes, I've checked. I get there at 8 o'clock, and come back home at 3. I can't imagine myself singing that long, though."
Laughing softly, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure they won't let you sing until much later, there will be other boys' there who will have to develop their voices. Make sure you stay attentive, and tell me about the new friends you'll have. Okay, dear?"
Harry beamed up at his mother, dropping the spoon down. "I think I should go now, Mum. It might take awhile."
"Go on, Harry. I'll have to visit an early client who insists to make her house more medieval. Goodness, you would think she wanted it to be exact." Sighing to herself, she brought Harry's bowl, and gave him a quick kiss before he left.
Harry said good-bye to both of his parents before setting off to the Cathedral of Our Lady of Angels. He took his time for a moment, eyes scanning the sky and his surroundings. It was a bit chilly, and Harry regretted not bringing a jacket of some sort. Suddenly, his ears picked up a sound.
***
De padre canela
Nació un niño
Blanco como el lomo
De un armiño,
Con gli occhi Verdi
En vez de aceituna --
Niño albino de luna.
"¡Maldita su estampa!
Este hijo es de un payo
Y yo no me lo callo."
From a cinnamon-skinned father
A son was born,
White as the back
Of an ermine,
With green eyes
Instead of olive --
Moon's albino child.
"Damn his appearance!
This is a not gipsy man's son
And I will not put up with that."
***
Harry's head swiveled around quickly, looking for the sound. A jingling sound, as if someone was holding a small bell. His keen eyes searched the area, vaguely noting that the church was just ten feet away… There! He heard it again, this time closer. /I must be going mad, there's no one there./ he thought to himself. Shaking his head, he continued his cautious steps toward the cathedral. He could feel someone looking at him, but he ignored it. A brief flash of a hand appearing behind him caused him to break into a run.
Pulling the doors open, he ran quickly ran inside.
***
"Settle down, boys. Class will begin soon, but we must wait for any stray students who are late. In the mean time, I will call role."
"Yes, sir." the boys chorused.
"Alexander, Arran."
"Here!"
The boys continued to answer here when each name was called.
"Malfoy, Draco."
"Here!"
Boys' heads turned to the seven-year-old boy; he stared back at them passively. The Malfoys' were one of the richest families in England, next to others like the Potters. Their lineage could be traced back hundreds of years; possibly mingling with royal blood, though that was yet to be proved.
Faint footsteps were suddenly heard, before a polite knock was sounded on the door.
"You may enter."
To the boys second amazement, none other than Harry Potter, looking a bit upset about something, walked in quickly. Harry blushed at the stares, and instead, trained his gaze on the teacher. "Sorry I'm late, sir."
"Not a problem at all, Mr. Potter. I believe I know your parents, I was a classmate of James."
Harry tilted his head in curiosity, "May I ask your name, sir?"
"Sirius Black."
"Oh," he struck his hand out, "Nice to meet you."
Smiling, he grasped Harry's hand lightly. Smiling at him, he took an available seat in the front row.
"I believe that's everyone, so let us begin. First, I'd like to divide the classes." Let's just hear some random voices, and work from there. Who would like to volunteer?"
Feeling an onslaught of shyness, Harry quickly stopped his arm from mid-rise. He could feel one of the boys' staring at him, having seen him raise his hand. Draco, watched, interested at expressions running across Harry's face. Ever since the young boy had come in, he immediately attracted his attention.
***
Gitano al creerse deshonrado,
Se fue a su mujer,
Cuchillo en mano.
"¿De quien es el hijo?
Me has engañado fijo."
Y de muerte la hirió.
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el niño en brazos
Y allí le abandono.
Believing to be dishonored,
The gipsy went to his wife,
A knife in his hand.
"Whose son is this?
You've certainly fooled me!"
And he wounded her mortally.
Then he went to the woodlands
With the child in his arms
And left it behind there.
***
There was something more to the boy that attracted Draco's smart eye. Shaking his head, he promptly raised his hand confidently. Sirius nodded for him to start, motioning for him to stand in front of the class and show them.
"What song would you like me to sing?"
"Hm, feel free to pick your own for now."
Draco took a deep breath.
"Gracious Mother of the Redeemer, who dost remain
The open Gate to Heaven and Star of the Sea,
Help those who fall and seek to rise.
Thou who, while nature stood amazed,
Gavest birth to Him who made thee,
Virgin before and after his human birth,
Thou who didst receive the greeting of Gabriel,
Have mercy on sinners."
Harry watched, fascinated, as Draco sang with a delightful soprano voice. The words poured from his mouth, obvious that Draco has been taking lessons much longer than appeared. To Harry's surprise, the boy's eyes locked with his. He quickly averted them, and looked out the window. When the boy had finished, and the sound of appreciative applause rang, Harry looked up and avoided the boy's eyes.
"That was excellent, Draco, excellent!"
'Draco?' Harry thought to himself.
"Who else would like to try? Hurry on then, if no one volunteers, then I will have to randomly pick boys from the role book."
Still no hands raised, so Sirius grinned mischievously. Picking up the role book, he closed his eyes, and exaggeratedly made a motion with his finger, before landing on a name. Harry froze, hoping that it wasn't his---
"Let's have Ron Weasley."
A small yelp was heard, before a very nervous seven year-old red-haired boy stood up and made his way to the front of the room. Draco immediately sneered at the boy, labeling him in a lower class. Harry smiled sympathetically at the boy, knowing full well how nervous it would be. The boy seemed to feel grateful for the comfort offered to him by the strange boy. Clearing his throat a bit, he started---
And stopped. His eyes darted from the teacher to the class.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, sir." Instead of his usual sounding voice, it came out as a high-pitched voice. His face immediately reddened, and he stared humiliated at his feet. Draco's laugh rang higher than the rest, only Harry stayed quiet. Scowling at the other boys, Harry stood up and took a place beside Ron. He placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, making Ron look at him in amazement.
"It's okay… Ron."
Ron smiled gratefully at him. By this time, the other boys' laughter had ceased, staring at Harry. The said boy determinedly ignored the stares, and talked back to Ron.
"Just relax Ron. Try singing a song that you like, like this." Immediately, Harry thought back to a song he had heard somewhere.
"Padre of padre
Re degli elfi
Mi sta toccando
Male mi fa"
During the song, his eyes had shut on his own accord, as he poured his heart out into the words. He stopped suddenly, feeling the sudden change in atmosphere. His eyes slowly opened, and turned from Ron's amazed stare, the boys' awestruck faces, and a smiling teacher.
"That was simply amazing, Harry. Did you take lessons like Mr. Malfoy here?"
Blinking, he muttered a small no, followed by an explanation. "I've never sung before… my tutor had asked if I wanted to join, I didn't know about it until then."
"Really? Well, you sound like you've had years of practice Harry. Perhaps, you would consider special training with myself. You won't be alone, you'll still have to learn the basics, but you may take extra classes to develop that wonderful voice. I'm sure Draco here can tell you all about it, seeing as how his father specifically asked for this." he stopped to take a breath.
"You'll get to mingle with other boys from other choirs later on with your classmates." He addressed the class. "This is an unusually large class, so I will have other qualified persons help me divide you up and work on your abilities."
The next few hours seemed to fly by for Harry. Two new teachers were introduced to the class to help. Brian Hildebrand would be teaching to boys more reluctant to sing, Severus Snape would be helping those in further developing their voices, though some were dreading his teaching, and Sirius with the more advanced boys. It seemed Ron could sing quite well, with much coaxing, as he tended to die out when he started. About five students were chosen for Sirius, as the others were either not caring about classes or reluctant to fall in advanced classes.
Harry had quickly made friends with Ron, and had established a small group. Him, being the youngest. The boys apart of this small band of friends were Ron, a rather funny boy named Seamus, Dean who was quite interested in sports, and was only attending lessons because his mum made him, and finally Neville. A very timid boy, who was closest to Harry's age, albeit being a few months older.
Harry had tried working up the nerve to talk to Draco, but the boy seemed impervious to Harry's attempts at friendship. Ron immediately told him that Draco Malfoy was known to be a very snobbish and domineering young boy. Harry shrugged indifferently at the description, and decided to ignore Draco for the moment.
***
Y en las noches
Que haya luna llena
Será porque el niño
Esté de buenas.
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna
Para hacerle una cuna.
Y si el niño llora
Menguará la luna
Para hacerle una cuna.
And the nights
The moon is full
It is because the child
Is in a good mood.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make him a cradle.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make him a cradle.
***
Barith cursed himself, as he stood behind a tree. The boy had inherited some of the traits. Keen eyesight; keen hearing, perhaps even more if he wasn't careful. He was to gain the boy's trust, and bring him back to help their people. The boy, chosen by the one elf that knew of the evil that would come again. Unfortunately for Barith, he did not know the full story of his mission. The only task at hand was to help his people.
"This is useless!" He cursed in elvish. "Why look for the boy, when would spend our time preparing for the battle. Finding the elf that had chosen the boy in the first place."
He pulled out a small wooden flute, and played a short tune. His appearance melted away to form an inconspicuous one. Now, he looked like an ordinary young man. Perfect.
***
A week later
"Would you all like to come to a small party? Ever since my parents had heard that Sirius Black was my choir teacher, they had all burst into laughter. I didn't understand, but they had proposed a small get together, and I am allowed to invite my friends. Your entire family is invited, and the party, will be held in October 12. Invitation only. From noon to 6 in the evening."
Ron had readily agreed, while the other had said they would ask their parents. The next day, Harry was glad to have heard that their parents and sons would be going. Ron warned Harry before hand that his twin brothers were quite a handful.
"That's alright, Ron. I'm sure it will be good fun."
Two days before the party, Harry had debated whether he should invite Draco. The two were both involved in special lessons with their teachers, even practiced duets, but they rarely exchanged pleasantries. Grasping the invitation, he crossed the room towards him. The said boy glanced questioningly at him.
Harry stood there for a few moments thinking on what to say first, before he struck out his hand forward to introduce himself.
"My name's Harry Potter. My family and I are having a small party, and I am allowed to invite… boys my age," Harry didn't want to say friend, since he wasn't sure whether he should implicate that word. "The other boys' are invited, and it would be splendid if you could come." He held out the invitation, and it was slowly taken from his hand.
"I'll be sure to come."
The statement was completely unexpected; that it took Harry awhile to realize what had happened. A small smile graced Draco's features, as he put the invitation in his bag. Harry smiled back cheerfully; glad to have seemingly made a friend.
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A/N: End of chapter!! ^_^ YAY!! So, what'cha think?? The next chapter will consist of the party, and perhaps something more if I get lots of reviews! ^_^ IF YOU WANT UPDATES, LEAVE YOUR EMAIL AND A MESSAGE SAYING SO!
