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: Hello all! It's been awhile, eh? I'm having to type all this on Notepad since there's something seriously wrong with my Microsoft Works.. grr... I'll just have to wait for August, I'm getting me a new laptop! ^_^ Yay!! Not this one, who's driving me nuts. I can get out chapters sooner.. *sigh* anyway, on to the chapter!!

WAIT! Before you go on, I've used Madame Pomfrey but not as a Head Nurse... Just to let you know! ^_^ Also, I'm going to throw in mild Ron/Hermione in here. Just mild. ^-^

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The next day, Monday, proved to be just as busy as the following days would be. Practices were tough, cold glasses of water ready at hand, tutors going hoarse from showing how fast or slow the songs should be. It was just another typical day. However busy, the days still trailed on. When not singing, they were taught musical theories, and the quick beats and notes. Surely such a big event needed much practice, but the boys were nearly collapsing with exhaustion. And if they were drilled hard, it was nothing compared to Harry. Sirius, stern but compassionate, always found something wrong with what Harry was singing. He many minuscule adjustments, but it was driving Harry crazy. Far from being deterred, of course, Harry embraced this new challenge, and was glad that his friends backed him up.

It was already Wednesday now, and their tutors seemed to be getting tougher with the practices. They knew they're students were tired, but had promised their weary students that they planned a big surprise for them when the big event was over. It heartened the young boys' hearts, but the time it took getting there seemed to last an eternity. They were graciously taking a break from singing, to listen to a new announcement from Sirius.

"The Chairman has decided to extend a courteous gesture to the Girl Choir, and they will be staying at a hotel. They're practices will be spent with us, during our practices, meaning we must double our effort to be impressive," He suddenly winked conspiratorially at the boys, "I'm sure one of you lucky boys will be hoping to impress a young girl."

There were a few nervous chuckles, and snorts at the very idea. Harry smiled behind his hand when he noticed Ron rolling his eyes, but his ears taking a pink tinge.

"They will be arriving here tomorrow, that's why you have noticed how hard we've worked you. They will be coming in the afternoon, meeting us at the Cathedral itself to practice. I must stress, that all of you be on your best behavior. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, now that that's been taken care of, we can go back to practice some more."

The boys groaned, and gladly followed Sirius out the door.

***

"Girls, quiet down. The bus is nearing the Cathedral, and I expect you all to be behaved. Are there any questions?"

A hand rose.

"Yes, Miss Patil?"

"Are the boys going to be our age?"

"Yes, Miss Patil, but I don't see how that has anything to--"

A hand rose.

"Yes, Miss Bones?"

"Are they cute boys?"

"Why I never--"

A hand rose.

"My cousin had sneaked a preview at one of their practices'--"

"Miss Brown!--"

"And she said that all of the boys were cute! Especially--"

"That is enough! You girls will not be gallivanting around with these boys, who obviously have much more manners from this display," The girls immediately quieted down, "You all will behave, or you will be immediately sent back, is that understood?"

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey." came the subdued voices.

"And as for your question Miss Bones, Miss Brown is correct. They are cute boys." A small wink and grin was awarded to her girls, before they all giggled helplessly. In the back, a young girl, by the name of Hermione Granger, couldn't help but giggle along with the other girls. Beside her, sat Lavender Brown, who had leaked out that her cousin had sneaked a preview. Lavender nudged Hermione in the side, whispering closely.

"I'm hoping to catch a cute one, eh, Hermione? How about you?"

"Lavender! You act like we're going fishing, for God's sake."

"Oh, 'Mione, don't you see? That's exactly what I'm doing," she laughed, "just reel them in."

Hermione grinned at her friend, but she doubted any of the boys would like her back. She wasn't exactly sure about how to talk with a boy. She usually ended up insulting their intelligence, which wasn't the best approach. Deep down, she was wondering for someone to spar verbally with her. Someone who wouldn't easily take it, and maybe she get past the whole distancing herself, and actually get along with them. Who would ever take that?

She'd be surprised.

***

"And one.. two.. three!"

Sirius was pleased to note that his boys were getting much better. They sang together, softly, then steadily rising. His eyes trailed along the boys, motioning his hands to certain boys to get them to sing either higher, or softer, etc. The boys more or less could understand Sirius movements by now, and didn't need him to speak out loud. He watched Harry, who stood near the right side, singing the upper line. The entire song everyone was singing was in Latin, which would've been hard to teach if they hadn't had capable tutors on hand.

Apart from teaching correct pronunciations, it wasn't that difficult. If you sang a song long enough, you would more or less remember the words. He was planning to use this song as an opening for the practice held tomorrow afternoon, as he wanted to show the capabilities of his pupils. When the song ended, a few of the boys mocked falling dead. Sirius chuckled, knowing they were tired of practicing. Deciding to be lenient for today, he called for a fifteen-minute break. Cheering, the boys broke up, a few planting themselves atop the steps near the altar. Instead of immediately heading to sit down with his friends, Harry approached Sirius.

"Profes--"

"Please, Harry, in private, call me Sirius. Professor makes me sound so old, and who can put old with a charming man like me, eh?"

Harry grinned back at him, laughing slightly. He could be so silly sometimes, as if he was a kid like them. "Sir, could I get a drink of water? I know the fountain's out at the side somewhere."

"Okay, but be sure to hurry back."

"Alright."

Harry turned and headed towards the door. He slipped past it and headed towards the fountain down the long hall.

***

Jon rubbed his hands together, even though he felt no chill. He was going to do it today. He eyed the security camera off the side, and got his hand ready. Keeping his head down, he ducked past and turned the camera to the side. There would be a blind spot for him to put on his mask. He slipped it on, and pulled out his gun.

"Everyone down! Right now!"

As it happened, a few people screamed, and dropped. Jon headed straight to the girl in charge, pointing the gun straight at her and told her to empty the money and put it in a bag which he thrust her. While she was nervously dumping the cash inside, he headed towards the glass covering the jewels, and fired twice. The glass shattered, and he immediately grabbed the diamonds he could. Time was of the essence, and he knew the police would be coming soon.

"Hurry up!"

The woman trembled, and handed him the full bag. Behind him, he didn't know it, a security guard had ducked behind on the ground. The security guard pulled out his gun slowly, telling the people nearby him to shush by putting his fingers against his lips. A small little girl who saw the gun, made a small gasp, before her mother covered the girl's mouth.

But the gasp was enough. The robber turned around quicker, gun at the ready, and he fired. Nearly everyone screamed, and the robber watched as the security guard dropped.

"Oh shit! Fucking--Alright, shut the fuck up! Oh God, why didn't he just.. Fuck! Everyone just shut the fuck up! God.. Oh God.."

Jon pocketed his gun, and grabbed the money bag and the bag that held the jewels and fled. His mind was all in disarray. Panic flooded through his veins, and he looked around for a good place to stay low. His eyes trained on the large Cathedral, and hoped the police would pass by. He ran across the street, and ducked in. He'd have to find a room or something, there should be no witnesses. No one should see him or.. He cocked his gun-- He'd have to kill another person.

He opened the right side door and ran in, eyes darting down the corridors. He almost cursed out loud, when he saw a young boy heading towards the doors that lead inside the church with the pews. Jon stepped back, silent as he could be, but it seemed the boy had super hearing because he heard. Green eyes widened at the sight of him, and the boy broke into a run for the door. Cursing, he kicked the bags into a shadowed corner, and ran after him. He got his gun ready at his side, and had a hand already reaching out for Harry's back--

"SIRIUS!"

A clear voice rang through, echoing in the huge place. Boys were snapped to attention, and Sirius turned.

As if in slow motion, Sirius saw Harry grabbing onto the door, fighting someone behind him. Harry managed to kick him, and tried running inside, but the man held a hand around Harry's waist, and immediately pointed the gun at Harry's head. "Harry! No stop!!"

The boys who saw this froze, in the act of running towards Harry. The man, whoever he was, walked forward, dragging Harry along. The man's voice trembled, but his hand remained steady with the gun. "I won't shoot but if I see anyone try anything, I will. You," he nodded towards the boys closest to where he stood, "get that cloth on that altar over there quickly, and do it quickly. I'm going to tie up your little friend here, who's going to be my hostage. You are all my frickin' hostages.. Hurry up!"

The boy who was yelled at, Neville Longbottom, whimpered but quickly ran, and grabbed the long white cloth. He stepped slowly towards the man, and watched in horror as he tied Harry's hand behind his back after putting his gun in his pocket. "If you so much as move while I'm tying you up, I will snap your neck." Harry shut his eyes, but kept still. Once he was bound, he felt the cold metal press against his metal, and heard the rough voice direct the other boys and his music tutor to line up and sit down on the first two pews.

Jon now held his arm across Harry's shoulders to keep him still, looked around, for somewhere to go. He believed he had some protection if the police did come, because they wouldn't want to endanger the hostage. Unbeknownst to him, two boys had ducked behind the long marble altar.

Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley.

***

"What should we do?"

Draco bit down on his lip gently, concentration etched on his face. He watched from around the altar, the man's eyes darting around, holding onto Harry roughly. He didn't want to endanger Harry, but how could they possibly get out of this without being hurt? Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a shiny glint. Behind the altar, there were a few slender, silver poles that would hold banners for special masses. 'It may not be a saber, but it's close enough'

Nudging Ron, he whispered to him. "You know that little trick you did? That throwing your voice thing?" At Ron's nod, he spoke back fervently. "Your part in this will be just as hard as mine, are you any good at running?"

"Yeah, I guess, but--"

"No time, how about dodging?"

"Hey, where is this going--"

"No time, no listen, I want you to throw your voice to the other side, and let keep him there for a few seconds. While he's there, run towards the back door, it's used for altar servers to come in. If he sees you, you'll have to run quickly, and get the police."

"And what are you going to do?"

Picking up a slender silver pole, he smirked. "I'm going to have a little fun. Now go."

Ron nodded, and crawled to the other end of the altar slowly. He looked for the altar server door, and found it. He'd have to run, but it didn't seem to far. He cupped his hand around his mouth, "Hey, you!"

Jon spiraled around, dragging Harry along for the spin. Groaning to himself, he wished he could just sit down until the place stopped spinning. His shoulders were aching from the rough embrace, and he could've sworn he heard Ron. His eyes strayed to the side, and saw Draco give a small wave. Harry nodded imperceptibly, and remained silent. The man, Jon, although no one knew his name, was looking at the back of the cathedral, waiting for a policeman to come out.

"What do you think your doing there! You slimy git!"

Draco rolled his eyes at the last part, and smiled triumphantly as the man focused completely at the other end, Ron bolted quietly, and Draco swiftly stood, silver pole at his usual position, and nimbly ran towards him. It was if he and Harry had some telepathy going on, because Harry knew exactly what to do. When the man turned around, Harry stepped hard on Jon's foot, and ducked down, rolling away. Draco's pole was poised, and hit the gun out of his hand, sliding under five pews from the sound of it. Before the man could even voice protest, Draco used the pole to hit him hard in the abdomen. He swung the pole over his head, like a baton, and brought it down again on top his head. The man fell like a stone, clearly knocked out. Draco scoffed down at him, and let the pole fall down atop his head again.

Sirius immediately stood, telling the boys to stay put, as he immediately ran towards the boys. Seeing that Draco was helping Harry, he checked to see if the man was unconscious. Without a word, Draco handed the cloth to Sirius, and the man was bound in the same fashion Harry was. Harry rubbed his wrists lightly, and thanked Draco who helped him stand up. "Where's Ron?"

At that, sirens sounded in the distance, which was pretty much the answer Harry needed. "That was amazing Draco, I didn't know you could fence."

"There are still a lot of things you don't know about the enigma that is, Draco Malfoy." He bowed deeply.

Harry laughed, and 'oohed' and 'aahed' appropriately. "I owe you one, Draco, if you need anything, just ask."

"I shall call upon that debt later, but I must go in all mystery I can muster." He made a great show of walking away in a big macho way, causing many boys to laugh. They saw a door open, and Ron come in, leading the policemen. He went towards Harry, clapping him on the back. "Alright there Harry?"

He grinned. "Never better."

***

A/N: END OF CHAPTER! ^_^ YAY!! ^_^ I used that last line from the first movie, when Emma Watson says it. Anyway, do you like how it's going so far? It's okay, right? IF YOU WANT UPDATES, LEAVE YOUR EMAIL AND A MESSAGE SAYING SO!