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: Ack! It's been awhile. Okay, well I apologize for the long wait! ^_^ I'm glad everyone likes this story! As you know, I love A/U's so I'm glad this one is turning out great.
Harry is 12, and Ron and Draco are 13! I MUST REPEAT, THIS ALSO ISN'T A SLASH, SINCE THERE'S A PART THAT MIGHT SUGGEST THAT.. THEY'RE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS! LIKE BROTHERS! Thank you!
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In the sheltering shade of the forest
Calling calming silence
Accompanied only by the full moon
The howling of a night wolf
And the path under my bare feet...
...The Elvenpath
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It looked just as he remembered it. It was a city built into the forest. From the top most tree to deep under ground. Buildings were built into the trees themselves in a rough circle around a clearing. In the clearing were a few elves playing music. There was an entrance, he could see that led underground. For shelter against any harm that might befall them. Barith was glad to be back, feeling more happy at home than he had ever been.
He nimbly hurried inside, to speak quickly to the elders.
***
Hearing music from the deepest forest
Songs as a seduction of sirens
The elf-folk is calling me
***
A week passed by quickly for Harry, focused on practicing for singing. When his friends found out they were ecstatic for him, and Draco even started singing For He's a Jolly Good Fellow, prompting the other boys to join in to. Harry tended to go overboard with the practice and would've lost his voice pretty fast if his friends hadn't stopped him for resting time. Sometimes, though, when Harry and Draco were left alone, there was always an oppressive atmosphere. Draco would eye him intensely but remain quiet, and Harry unsure of what to do, kept silent and avoided his eyes.
Harry didn't have much time to brood on it though, as his days were getting far more busy. After classes, he would hurriedly run towards the office, Sirius would be waiting as usual, and they would head to the Cathedral. They ran through a few songs, having yet decided which one. Sirius seemed reluctant to do this, as doing things last minute for such a big occasion wasn't the wisest thing to do, but it was just so hard to pick. His parents encouraged Harry much, but insisted that since he'd been practicing nearly all day, he should rest and not sing all the time, or else he'd tire his voice.
Harry got tired of hearing that all the time, and would walk off on his own sometimes. And, during these times, Harry would remember that young man. He always had the sudden urge to just look for him, and find out who he was. He never did of course, that wasn't the smartest thing to do anyway. Just finish with big event at the Cathedral, find out what's going on with Draco, and.. 'everything will be fine. right?'
***
Tapio, Bear-king, Ruler of the forest
Mielikki, Bluecloak, Healer of the ill and sad
Open the gate and let me follow the uncarven path
***
"That's enough for today, Draco."
"Yes, sir."
Draco wiped the light sweat from his brow, putting down his saber. He had been learning to fence a few years ago, with his esteemed tutor, Severus Snape. It would help Draco in the long run, but he didn't know that as of yet. He was quite the fencer, and had competed in at least three competitions. Draco picked up a cold glass of juice from a table in the large room, and drank two big gulps. He sighed in contentment, and bid his tutor goodbye. Fencing was fun, but the required uniform for it always made Draco feel very hot.
He swiftly ran to his room to shower and change into new clothes. Perhaps he could call one of his friends over or come to their house. It was only Saturday, and after fencing lessons, Draco was always bored. Normally, he would've thought to go to Harry's house, but frankly, he didn't know anymore. Ever since that incident with the singing, Draco was shocked. Judging from Harry's reaction, he hadn't expected that to happen either. After the initial shock, Draco was ready to accept it, but was a little bit angry to see that Harry hadn't come to him to tell.
It wasn't that what Harry did was spooky, it was that Harry hadn't come to tell him. Forcing the thoughts from his head, he stripped off his clothes and got in the readied shower he prepared whilst in his thoughts. It'd already been a week, and Harry hadn't said a thing.
'I guess I should make the first move.. Harry's obviously not going to bring it up… it's settled then, I'm going to go over there and give Harry a piece of my mind!'
***
The way to the lands
Where as a hero I stand
The path where Beauty met the Beast
Elvenpath
It's the honesty of these worlds
Ruled by magic and mighty swords
That makes my soul long for the past
Elvenpath
***
Licking the last bit of sweet syrup of peach cobbler on his spoon, Harry thanked his mother and gave her a big compliment on the taste. Smiling down at her son, she ruffled his hair, and spoke gently, "Harry, why don't you go visit your garden? It's been awhile since the last time you visited, hasn't it?"
Nodding, he bid his mother goodbye and walked out through the back. He steered clear from the garden, and instead, made to the right, walking a few paces towards a tall brick wall. Over the wall, there were other large houses as theirs, but if you kept walking along the wall, you would you ivy creeping up over the expanse of the wall. Harry walked on the familiar path, and stopped in front of the brick wall, a long ways back from the house.
He put his hands under the leaves and began to pull and push them aside. Thick as the ivy hung, it nearly all was a loose and swinging curtain. It showed a wooden door with and iron keyhole. Harry bent down, biting down on his lower lip gently in concentration as he surveyed the flower bushes planted at the foot of the wall. A flash of rusted iron caught his eye, and he pulled out the key. Muttering a small 'Aha!' he pushed the key in and pushed open the door. Inside, was a large garden, four walls around it. It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place anyone could imagine.
The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses, which were so thick that they were matted together. All the ground was covered with grass of a wintry brown, and out of it grew clumps of bushes which were surely rose-bushes if they were alive. There were numbers of standard roses which had so spread their branches that they were like little trees. There were other trees in the garden, and one of the things which made the place look strangest and loveliest was that climbing roses had run all over them and swung down long tendrils which made light swaying curtains, and here and there they had caught at each other or at a far-reaching branch and had crept from one tree to another and made lovely bridges for themselves.
There were the grass paths that Harry remembered walking on multiple times when he first discovered this place, and in one or two corners there were alcoves of evergreen with stone benches or all moss-covered flower-urns in them. Enjoying the tranquil mood the garden brought, Harry walked towards the stone bench, and lay down on it, just staring up at the sky. Watching the clouds pass over seemed to make Harry's eyes drowsy, and he couldn't help it-- he fell asleep.
***
The moonwitch took me to a ride on a broomstick
Introduced me to her old friend home gnome
Told me to keep the sauna warm for him
***
"--Edward shall drive you there, Draco. Call when you are ready to leave. And remember your manners."
"Yes, mother. May I go now?"
Sighing, Narcissa gave her son a smile, and nodded. Her little boy was growing up quickly.. Watching her son run out, she headed towards her favorite room. It held a grand piano that had belonged to her mother, who used to play the sweetest melodies on it. She pulled back the stool, and sat down to play.
Memories.. Light the colors of my mind..
***
At the grove I met the rest - the folk of my fantasies
Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies
Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarves
The path goes forever on
***
Ding Dong!
Calling Lily that he was to get it, James walked towards the front door and opened it. He met the eager young face of Draco Malfoy at his doorstep.
"Good day, Mr. Potter. Is Harry here? I was hoping I could see him to play.." please say yes, please say yes!
Smiling, James nodded and ushered him in. "So you must be a friend of Harry's.."
"Draco Malfoy." Draco supplied.
"Ah, yes, Young Draco. Well, I think Harry went out back to his garden. Would you mind me just giving you the directions? I need to get back to working."
Shaking his head no, he made sure to listen to the instructions and thanked him. Walking out into the back, he saw the brick wall, and walked along. Having walked a good five minutes, he noticed the bare spot on the otherwise ivy-covered wall. Upon reaching it, he hesitantly pulled it open. The sight that greeted him made Draco pause. Harry had had the same reaction when he first came on it. 'This is Harry's garden?' he asked himself incredulously. Walking slowly to take in everything, Harry came around to see his friend dozing on the bench, sleeping on his side, with his knees pulled closer towards his body.
Grinning, he walked forward, and gently shook Harry to wakefulness. Sleepy green eyes met amused blue ones. Harry yawned, and rubbed both of his eyes. "Draco? What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you." he said simply.
"Oh. Well," grasping at something to talk about, "Have you seen my garden?" That was a stupid thing to say.. He's sitting in my garden, of course he's seen it! Stupid Harry!
"Er.. Yes, I've seen it Harry…"
Lengthy pause.
Both boys burst out laughing simultaneously, absolutely no reason except for the absurdity of Harry's question. The laughter seemed to break the tension and Harry was glad for that. When their laughter ceased, Draco regarded his friend coolly. Sitting around in the garden, brought back the incident in the other maze-like garden when Draco found that man gripping Harry's arm. Feeling intimidated, he scooted close towards Harry slowly, something Harry did not notice.
Coincidently, Harry was thinking of the same incident, and wondered where that man was and what he was doing now. He understood what he was saying but how could that be. Accidentally speaking aloud, he murmured a sentence. "I wonder where he is now?"
Snapping his head up, Draco looked at Harry sharply. "Who?"
Realizing his slip, Harry flushed and said it was nothing, standing up to face one of the brick walls with a hanging rose on it, his back turned to Draco. But Draco knew exactly what Harry was talking about, and wasn't easily thrown off. Draco narrowed his eyes, swiftly turning Harry around with his hands, and pushed him against the wall, crushing that one rose.
"I know what your thinking Harry, and it's stupid! It's bloody stupid!"
Harry stared back, wincing now and then at the pain in his back. If Draco noticed, he didn't lessen his grip. "What are you thinking? That guy was some nutcase! I don't know what he told you, or if he told you anything, but if he did, it's all lies! And you believe it?"
Draco paused, catching his breath, but wasn't finished. "None of them know, do they? Well, I do! And I'm going to do something about it! From now on, I'll keep such an eye on you.." he trailed off threateningly. He stepped back from Harry, eying him angrily.
Angry also at the outburst, Harry retorted, "Are you quite finished!?"
"Actually, no! Harry, I saw what happened in that place, when we were performing for Flitwick! I saw it! And it's okay, I don't care! Whatever you can do, it doesn't matter! But it bloody hell matters when you didn't tell me! What kind of friend is that!?"
Harry looked back at him shocked. Gulping visibly, as he saw the hurt in Draco's eyes, he leaned back against the wall, sliding down. "I-I didn't know what to do.. I never knew I could do it! I swear I didn't! I didn't know what you would think.. I thought you wouldn't want to be friends with a freak.. I just thought you'd forget it.. I'm so sorry! I never meant.. I never meant anything!"
Draco sighed tiredly, and sat down in front of Harry. "I just wanted you to trust me Harry, we're still friends aren't we? Just don't.. let's just forget this happened." Standing up hurriedly, Draco offered his hand for Harry to take. When Harry reached out, Draco helped him up and both leaned in towards each other, glad their friendship was still intact.
"Well, I'm famished. Would you like something to eat? My mum had just baked a wonderful peach cobbler!"
"Sure! Race you there!"
Both boys grinned, and raced out of the garden, Draco beating Harry by a hair. Their friendship was renewed, for the two would need it. Especially for what was going to happen in one week. October Four, the day were secrets were told, and bonds were tested.
***
The way to the lands...
***
"Xavier will make his move soon. Our race will surely end without that boy."
"But elders--"
"Why is it, that you do not trust this boy, Barith?"
"I fail to see how he could possibly help us. He has no fighting powers, or anything that I can speak of."
"He has friends that are attracted to his innocence. One in particular is also worthy. He can fight, can he not?"
"Yes, one of Harry's friends are able in fighting but--"
"And this boy, Harry, his power to animate things. It can aid us. He was destined to help us."
Defeated in the small debate, Barith nodded. "I will bring him here October four. Seven days from today, but I must say, he will be missed. And his friend, he will most likely follow."
"So be it."
***
As I return to my room
And as sleep takes me by my hand
Madrigals from the woods
Carry me to neverland
In this spellbound night
The world's an elvish sight
In this spellbound night
The world's an elvish sight
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A/N: The end of this chapter!! YAY! FINALLY!! I'm so sorry it took so long! It would've came out sooner, if it weren't for my laptop!! ::glares at her laptop:: it erased this chapter three times!! THREE TIMES!!?!? I AM SO PISSED!!
ALSO!! Since I got this out so late, I'm going to tell you what's going to happen in the next chapter!
IN THE NEXT CHAPTER:
Draco reveals to everyone how good a fencer he is when practice is disrupted, after a crook comes inside from just robbing a jewelry store. Harry is held hostage to the crook.. Until Draco shows the fine skills of fencing.
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