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: AAAHHH!! I'm so sorry!! It's been such a long time since I've updated any of my stories!! Please don't kill me!! ^_^ Okay, I'm not going to include any review answers to this chapter, and make it at least a page or two longer than the last one, which was 22 pages!! ^_^

ALSO! BEFORE YOU READ, I JUST WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING CLEAR, THE LANGUAGE THAT BARITH IS SPEAKING IS ELVISH!! Not Latin, not Greek, not anything anyone is thinking. It is purely, and simply, ELVISH!! Thank you! ^_^

***

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water-rats

There we've hid our fairy vats

Full of berries

And of reddest stolen cherries.

***

11:30 a.m.

"It's a lovely day for the party, don't you think?"

"Of course dear…"

"What's the matter James? You've been out of it for awhile."

"Nothing to worry about, dear." His face suddenly broke into a grin.

"But my God! Sirius? A choir tutor? Who would've thought? He was terrible at singing! He drove the professors absolutely mad!"

"If I remember correctly, you were just as bad."

"Hey!"

***

At Malfoys' home

"Draco."

"Yes, father?"

"When does this party supposed to begin?"

"At noon."

"Very well, tell Victor to get the car ready. And call your mother down, she's been picking a dress for ages."

***

At Weasleys' home

"Fred! Give me my shirt back!"

"Why? It's going to be dreadfully hot, best get there shirtless."

"FRED!!"

"Er-- mum! Didn't see you there.. I was just handing my dear brother's shirt back."

Ron grinned smugly at Fred, before his shirt flew across the room hitting him smack in the face.

"Serves you right," his older brother muttered, as Ron spluttered a moment with the shirt.

Ron grumbled to himself, thanking the stars that his three older brothers weren't coming. Ginny, the youngest, was to be left at home, not that she cared much. She was having an important tea party with her favorite dolls to really care. Unfortunately, that just left him with himself, Fred and George.

***

Come away, oh human child

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

***

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes mum."

Smiling down at her son, she said, "Go on dear, people will be arriving soon. Why don't you spend the rest of your time outside? It's a lovely day, I'm sure the walkways will seem wonderful!"

Eyes sparkling at the thought, he bid his mother goodbye, and headed straight for their large garden. The gardens and woodland walks in spring and early summer are the greatest joy of the place. Harry's grandfather, Sir John Ramsden, the sixth Baronet, was responsible for the creation of what was, at one time, considered to be the largest collection of species rhododendrons in Europe.

He had the most wonderful setting in which to work, with the Terrace and the views of Scafell and the Lakeland hills to the east and south, and the land between the house and Ravenglass, which John, Lord Muncaster had planted with hardwood trees in the 1780s, providing the finest shelter from the prevailing winds.

Harry favored a particular trail, which wound around, modeling a maze. Its walkway was the oldest, still carrying a few cobblestones here and there. Harry absolutely loved it. The sun shone cheerfully down at Harry, lighting his pathway. The whole atmosphere just made him want to burst into a light cheerful song. So… he did.

"As I was going through a garden gap,

who should I see but Dick Red-Cap!

A stick in hand and a stone in his throat.

If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat."

He laughed delightedly at the silly song. His new friends would come over, his parents would meet their long time friend, and nothing could possibly go wrong!

He slowly walked over to a tree. Sitting down, he leaned his back against the tree. The cool breeze, accompanying the warm sunlight, made Harry slip into dreamless sleep.

***

"This place is huge!"

"Ssshhh, George! Yes, it is rather… large. But it does not call for spontaneous yelling. Come along now."

Molly Weasley briskly led her children towards the entrance of the Potter's home. She rang the doorbell, and waited patiently. The sound of soft footsteps followed moments later, and Molly awaited a maid or butler disdainfully. To her complete surprise, Lily's smiling face greeted her.

'Now this is more like it. The real owner of the house answering.' Molly though satisfactorily.

"Hello, you must be Ron's mother. I'm Lily Potter. Please, come in."

Upon entering, her breath was taken away by the lavish settings. Seeing Molly's distracted state, Lily quickly turned to the other boys.

"Harry's outside," she whispered, "he's probably in our little maze. I'm sure you three can find him. Make it a game." She winked inspiringly at them.

Tiptoeing away, the bid their mum and quick goodbye, and raced outside. The large garden quickly caught their eye.

"Me and Fred will take this way, you can go the other. We'll find him in no time."

The twins immediately took one of the many routes inside, while Ron uncertainly picked another close to the right. Unfortunately for both, they all ignored the old cobblestone pathway. The pathway… which Harry had taken.

***

"Hm.. Admirable home. These Potters' have the suitable taste."

Draco rolled his eyes behind his father. He always judged their status, and everything like that. Albeit, Draco did to, but he wasn't about to admit that. Walking towards the door, he rang the doorbell, and was greeted cordially by James.

"Lucius! What a surprise."

A nod. "James."

Remembering his manners, he invited them in. Addressing Draco's mother, "The other ladies are waiting inside the dining room."

Taking this as her cue, she left them with a kiss on both the son and father's cheek. Draco irritably wiped at his cheek, knowing very well there was a large red mark on his skin. James saw that at the corner of his eye, and bent down to talk to Draco.

"The other children are outside, no doubt looking for Harry. Why don't you help?"

Smiling shyly, he nodded and quickly walked out. Only person left was Lucius.

"Well, James, it seems we have things to catch up on."

"Indeed."

***

Draco hummed a small tune under his breath, as he neared the large garden. The place reeked of secret promises, adventures for young boys his age! His eyes scanned the pathways, wondering which one Harry would take.

"He'd probably pick what I would." he confidently stated out loud.

He chose the old cobblestone road.

***

Whistling a cheerful tune, he arrived with a small group of adults and their children towards the door. One timid little boy wouldn't stop staring at him, so he tried a small casual whistling to show that he was harmless. The mother had answered the door, ushering them all in. Two sentences immediately told him all he needed to know.

"I'm afraid Harry's still in our garden, it is rather large. I'm making it into a sort of game, the object is, to find Harry."

Find Harry.

A small grin curved into his face, his job was finally going to be finished.

***

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light

By far off furthest Roses

We foot it all the night

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles

While the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep.

***

Draco's head swiveled this way and that, looking for some indication to where Harry was. 'Perhaps he's playing hide-and-seek.' Standing determinedly, he vowed to find him first.

He walked for what seemed to take forever, until he stopped to take a break. Panting a bit, he shrugged off his jacket, and draped it over his shoulder. He wasn't about to be thrown off that easily, especially by one so small and frail like Harry. He set with a more brisk pace, unaware that yet another person took this route to look for Harry.

For more different intentions.

***

"The little bugger is gone!"

"Impossible, no one can hide from us."

"But he's not here!"

"Elementary, my dear..er-- Fred-son. He shan't give up so easily."

"Right you are, brother."

Both simultaneously puffed out their chests, and decided to cut through. Why take the pathway, when they could cut around?

***

Ron grumbled under his breath. Today was not a good day.

Barely walking through, he had encountered some long limbs from the trees surrounding him. He had carefully pulled one back for him to pass, and had successfully done so. But, when he let go, the limb had knocked over a small wasps' nest. The sound of buzzing immediately prompted him to run. And run he did.

He jumped over logs, small bushes, and yet, the persistent buzzing would not cease. He turned his head around to see how close they were, when one had flown up and stung him on his nose. The pain caused him to close his eyes, which of course, was a bad idea.

He tripped, and fell straight into a small pond. This only helped to throw off the wasps' but had made him come out soaking wet. That was one hour ago, and his coat was draped over his shoulder, much like Draco. His shoes had ceased making that squishing sound, although his shirt and shorts were rather damp. Swatting away a fly, he grumbled to himself.

A good day? I think not.

***

A barely discernible footstep sounded somewhere to the right of Draco. His head whipped around, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Harry?" he called uncertainly.

No answer.

Shrugging to himself, he couldn't help but a imagine a tall shadow approaching Harry's quivering figure somewhere. Shaking his head from those ridiculous thoughts, he tried to hum a cheerful tune to take his mind away from producing any other frightening images.

***

'That was close' Barith thought to himself as he nimbly ran away. There were traces in the plants that showed which direction Harry had gone. A bent stem here, a broken twig there, obvious signs that many would have over looked. By now, he was far away from the boy.

'He walks rather slowly; perhaps he is taking his time. Well, it makes it much more easier for me.'

He walked faster now, already sensing someone else near by. He smiled triumphantly, when he saw Harry's small cherubic face. A gentle smile graced his features, as a soft breeze toyed with his hair. The leaves of the large tree had stretched over to shade Harry from most of the sunlight.

Stepping closer, he bent down and held Harry's small hand before singing a small enchantment to guarantee Harry's cooperation.

"Come away, oh human child

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand…"

Harry stirred slowly, and vibrant green eyes met clear brown ones. Harry sat up easily, ready to ask whom he was. Barith immediately gripped Harry's arm before he could run away.

"Let me go!"

Harry fought, as good as he could anyway. He tried kicking the man, or hitting his arm, but to no avail. Barith knew Harry wouldn't stop fighting. Frustrated, he bent down so he was eye level with Harry. Perhaps if he spoke in…

"Uuma dela!" he hissed frantically. "Dina, avarier!"

Harry ceased his kicking, opening his teary eyes, and looked up at the towering figure. Harry's eyes had gotten wider, registering the meaning.

"Yallume." he muttered under his breath.

Barith bent down, meeting Harry's eyes unflinchingly. "Harry," he spoke gently. "Please, come with me. I need you to help--"

At that moment, he was cut off from a yell behind him. Turning around quickly, he saw the boy that had almost seen him. Draco.

***

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

***

Neville sighed for what seemed the millionth time. Ever since he came, he felt something.. Something bad that was going to happen. He remembered the man that had just joined their group, not even stopping to greet Harry's mother. Neville didn't like him, the minute he saw him, and showed it by staring at him to no end. Neville go tell the man was feeling uncomfortable with the shaky whistling, but it just made Neville even more suspicious of him.

He had lost sight of the man, but knew he hadn't left. He felt even worse, when he heard that Harry was somewhere in the garden. He couldn't share the same thought, thinking Harry was safe. He had spent the last 15 minutes debating whether to ask Harry's mother who the young man was.

"Now or never."

He stood up from the chair, and crossed the room to Lily. He cleared his throat uncertainly, but it got her attention. Turning around, she smiled down at Harry's friend.

"Ah, you must.. Neville, am I right?"

"Yes, ma'am.. I was just wondering if… well, you see, there was this young man that had come in with us.. And he didn't seem like he knew Harry's parents or anything… I think he's… well.. I could be wrong, but I think he might harm Harry!"

The smile on Lily's face faltered, before completely fading. The man, who she was talking to, Sirius, had overheard Neville's shaky explanation and glanced at Lily. Her face had turned pasty, and met his eyes. He nodded imperceptibly, and quickly headed outside.

Lily bent down to Neville's level, putting both hands on his shoulders.

"Neville," she whispered urgently, "Are you sure? This man… how did he look like?"

Neville blushed, but thought hard. He found, to his utter disappointment, that he couldn't remember. He gulped, taking in her distraught sight. "I-I can't remember…"

She tried to smile reassuringly at Neville, and stood up. She knew this had happened before, but with other families. Kidnappers would come in, kidnapping wealthy children, and demand ransoms. Most kidnappers had received the money, and returned the child relatively unharmed. She suddenly shuddered, as she remembered a long time friend who had her son kidnapped. He was older than Harry, only nine.

He was returned but… he had been tortured to say the least. 'Raped, was more like it.' she thought grimly. Others children had been murdered on the spot. She gently steered Neville into a chair, and immediately sought out for James. He was in a corner, discussing something with one of the men. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around with a smiling face.

Seeing her grave expression, he politely excused himself, motioning for them to talk outside.

"What's wrong?"

Lily spilled out exactly what Neville said, how Sirius took off, and her personal fears about what could happen. Suddenly, she griped James's hand.

"James! The other boys!"

Snapping his head back, from staring at the darkening pathways, he immediately tore into the pathways. Lily was unsure whether to call the others, she didn't want to worry them if it was really nothing but…

She sighed, rubbing her temples. She would wait 15 minutes. Yes, 15 minutes, if not, then… she'd have to tell the parents.

***

Away with us he's going

The solemn-eyed

He'll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest.

***

Draco took in Harry's red face, the unshed tears, before his eyes trailed down to the firm grip it had on Harry's small arm.

"LET HIM GO!!"

Barith stood up quickly, not in the least bit intimidated. But if he were to gain the boy's trust, it wouldn't be well if he were to hurt one of the boy's friends. Stepping back, he whispered something that only Harry could hear.

"I'll be back for you, Harry."

With that, he sprinted off, faster than they could see. Still breathing angrily, Draco ran towards Harry, immediately asking if he was all right. Harry nodded mutely, still staring at the spot Barith had run to. Shaking his head, he turned towards Draco and tried to give a reassuring smile. It turned into a grimace.

There was sudden rustling from the bushes, making Draco narrow his eyes. The three Weasley boys had fought their way through.

"Blimey, is everyone alright? I heard someone yelling… drat, Draco found Harry first."

"Nice show, old chap." Fred held out his hand towards George.

"Same to you, old chum."

Draco kept what happened a secret from the boys, knowing very well he'd have to at least tell Harry's parents if they didn't know already. Harry glanced back while Draco wasn't looking, he could almost feel Barith's keen eyes looking at him. Harry didn't know whether to trust him… he'd just have to see.

***

For he comes, the human child

To the waters and the wild

With a fairy hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping

Than you can understand.

***

A/N: END OF CHAPTER FOUR! YAYNESS!!

I was going to keep on, like when the other adults were gonna come in, but I decided to save that for the next chapter… since it's been such a long wait, here's a little small cookie crumb of a future chapter!! ^_^

Inquisitive green eyes looked back at him, "What's wrong Draco?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, putting both hands on Harry's shoulder, and slammed him into the wall.

"I know what your thinking, Harry, and its stupid! It's bloody stupid!"

THAT'S ALL YOU GET!! ^_^ HAHAHAHAH!!

Lol… I'm playing, but really, that part is going to be somewhere in the chapter… I'm already working on it. "Bless The Child" will be updated, soon, I PROMISE!! IF YOU WANT UPDATES, LEAVE YOU'RE EMAIL AND A MESSAGE SAYING SO!