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: WAIT!! I'M GOING TO SHOW MADAM POMFREY AS SOMEONE MIDDLE-AGED. NOT LIKE SIRIUS'S AGE OR ANYTHING, JUST OLDER. IF YOU LOOK AT THE FIRST MOVIE OF HARRY POTTER, SHE SEEMED A TAD OLD. ANYWAY, I DON'T WANT IT TO SEEM AS IF SHE AND SIRIUS ARE PAIRING UP, BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT. I'M GOING TO REFER TO MADAM POMFREY AS MADAM POMFREY, AND NOT ANYTHING ELSE BECAUSE IT'S EASIER FOR ME.
***
Wherein the deep night sky
The stars lie in its embrace
The courtyard still in its sleep
Peace comes over your face
***
Papers rustled in the chattering classroom. All the boys were talking about the same thing. The spectacular rescue of Harry Potter, by two choir boys. Needless to say, it made front page in the local newspapers. A large picture of Draco and Ron standing on either side of Harry, who was blushing. Headlines were read as:
ROBBERY FOILED BY CHOIR BOYS! PROTECTORS FROM GOD?
"Honestly," Ron rolled up the newspaper he brought, "Protectors from God? Who in the world would title-- oh. Rita Skeeter."
"I've no idea what she's talking about, but I look really handsome in this picture." Draco mused aloud.
Harry snorted, as Ron threw a disgusted look at him. Ron had to admit though, it was rather nice getting the publicity, but he wasn't about to show it off like Draco was. 'I can do better, I should act better..'
"It's a rather nice picture of you, Ron." Harry said pointedly, emphasizing you, while hiding a smile.
Ron beamed and threw a look at Draco. Said boy sputtered angrily, and opened his mouth to probably insult, but it was cut short when Harry started sniggering to himself. Throwing an arm around each of the boys, "I'm just kidding. Both of my protectors were dashing. How can I ever repay you?" he spoke dramatically.
The two boys laughed, mussing up Harry's hair. They both quickly sat down before Harry could swipe at them, since Sirius had just walked in. Mock glaring at them, Harry sat down at his desk and listened attentively.
"I've got some news. The girls' have arrived in town early, and they'll be meeting us at the Cathedral. I'm sure they'll freshen up before we get there, so, we should head over quickly now. I'm sure by the time we get there, they'll be waiting."
The boys nodded, not sure how to take this. 'Girls?' They've never done anything with them. Some gulped nervously, and only hoped they would be okay.
***
"Come with me" it sings
"Hear the pulse of the land
The Ocean's rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand"
***
"Oh, Madam Pomfrey look!"
As the girls got off the bus one by one, they stopped in front of a newspaper booth. Of course, the papers that were propped up all showed the same picture of Ron, Harry, and Draco. Some of the girls quickly paid for the papers and eagerly showed it to the other girls.
"Look at the one in right! He's really cute!
"I'm more of a red-head, the one in the left is cuter"
"Ooh," a girl squealed, "so the one on the middle is sex--"
"Miss Patil!" Madam Pomfrey yelled, "I am appalled that you would say such a thing! You are creating a scene!"
Indeed she was, as people on the sidewalks had watched as girls came out of a large bus, only to stop in front of a rather shabby looking newspaper booth and squeal about the covers.
Blushing, the girl being chided stay silent. Staring at all the girls sternly, she led them inside the expensive hotel they were staying at. It took them quite awhile to get they're rooms in order, and even more so to get ready. Once they were all finished, they immediately headed out to the bus, that would drive them to the Cathedral. All the girls hadn't bothered about bringing the newspapers for two reasons.
One, Madam Pomfrey would obviously not be pleased. And two, they were going to meet the boys anyway, might as well hear it from them personally. Although, it didn't stop the girls from discussing about the article and picture, even if they had to whisper. "Come on 'Mione, tell Lavender she's wrong. The one in the right, Draco, is cuter than the one on the left!"
Tingeing at the cheeks, she responded, "Actually, I agree with Lavender. The one on the left is cuter."
A bit put out, the girls couldn't help but giggle. They were all nearing the Cathedral, and couldn't wait. "However," Hermione continued, "They're will be other boys there, you know. Best not stick to just three."
"Nicely put."
"Thanks." she grinned.
***
When the wind draws strong
Across the cypress trees
The Nightbirds cease their songs
So gathers memories
***
"From the top, now boys!"
A few groaned, but grudgingly obliged. They were yet again practicing the Latin song that Sirius told them, would be singing when the girls got there. They had, by now, got down the words memorized in their heads, and they just had to polish it a bit. They suddenly heard footsteps echoing in the hall, and Sirius hurriedly made a motion to tell them not to falter in singing.
Feeling a bit intimidated, the boys stood a little straighter and put their hearts into singing the song. Soon, the entire cathedral swelled with the boys' haunting voices. A true choir at last.
Sirius felt immediate pride, and hurriedly rushed to the doors. He opened both wide, and ushered the girls in. He greeted Madam Pomfrey, and led the girls to the front pews. He made a gesture, and the boys ended the song. The girls clapped appreciatively, eying them all. A few grinned back, and the tension disappeared. Sirius pointed to the pews beside the girls, and the boys took the hint and sat down.
Standing in the middle of the aisle, both Sirius and Madam Pomfrey addressed them. "The event, as you all know, will be on Saturday. Today is Thursday, meaning we only have two days to practice. No need to worry, just do your best. We have both practiced hard separately, and we will work on combining a few songs. We won't all be singing together, so we just need to work on three or four songs."
Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, and Sirius took his cue. "Now, that you all understand how the practices will be done, we should get to it. Of course, ladies first." He smiled kindly at the girls, motioning for them to stand upon the steps. Madam Pomfrey thanked him, and she went into a business-like mode. The girls, were obviously used to this, as they all got in their respective places and waited patiently for Madam Pomfrey to tell them what to sting. "Let's begin with one of our newest hymns we've practiced. A Hymn of Joy We Sing, if you please."
In the girls' mind, they contacted three beats in their head, and started singing. The first row first, said their lines:
"A hymn of joy we sing
around Thy table Lord;
Again our grateful praises bring,
to Him with one accord."
The boys were pleasantly surprised to hear their melodious voices ring out. The girls behind the first row, hummed aloud from behind, and picked up, while the third and last row repeated the humming, making it appear as an echo.
"Here have we seen Thy face
and felt Thy presence near,
So may the savor of Thy grace
in word and life appear."
They were coming to an end soon, and now, all three rows of girls burst into the last stanza.
"Unto Your house we come
with songs of joy and praise,
And sing to You, O God Most High,
our cheerful voices raise."
When they finished, everyone broke out in appreciate applause. Madam Pomfrey called a break, wanting to discuss something with Sirius. The girls promptly sat down upon the steps and spoke quietly amongst themselves, and the boys all turned to each other, whispering too. "Hey, Lavender, there he is. The red-headed boy! Ron Weasley."
"Ooh, where?"
A the small huddle giggled madly, aware that there words were loud enough to hear. It was plain that they wanted the boys to hear, so as to get a rise out of them. "We've certainly got a lot of boys to pick from."
"Honestly, Pansy, you act like they're all waiting to be picked up or something. It's not lady-like!"
"Oh, be quiet Susan. I'm only poking fun. Besides, I've got my eye on that boy over there. Or perhaps, the one beside him."
"Who Pansy?"
"The blond-haired boy, Draco Malfoy. Or the boy beside him, Harry Potter. The two were in the newspaper, remember? Besides, I read a small article about this particular choir, and they have a star pupil here, who's going to do the finale for the Mass." she replied proudly, having known the information beforehand.
"How do you know that?" A girl spoke, Pansy recognized as Hermione.
"My uncle knows the chairman, Albus Dumbledore, and told me about it himself."
"…" Hermione squinted from her seat, and saw Harry Potter smiling to that red-haired boy. 'Ronald Weasley..' She recited in her mind. Blushing, she realized she was caught when the boy suddenly looked up. She quickly averted her eyes and struck up conversation with the girl beside her.
***
Last night you spoke of a dream
Where forests stretched to the east
And each bird sang its song
A Unicorn joined in a feast
***
Harry poked his friend again. "Go on, Ron. I know your looking at her." He watched Ron glance up, blush, and look back down.
Annoyed. "I don't know what your talking about."
Grin. "Yes you do, her."
Twitch of the eye. "I don't know what your talking about."
Laugh. "Yes, you do! Look, your eye is twitching. I saw you blush when you saw her."
Exasperation. "Your point being?"
"His point being, why don't you go up there and say hello."
"Sod off Malfoy."
"Oh? Malfoy is it, Weasley? Feeling threatened?"
"You wish, Draco."
A snort.
Glare.
Sigh. "Both of you quit it. I don't know what's worse right now, both of you arguing with each other, or the stares from the girls. Honestly, it's unnerving.." Harry shuddered to prove his point. Ron and Draco grinned simultaneously, quietly coming with a truce with each other. Eyes dancing merrily, Ron asked who was staring at Harry.
Glancing surreptitiously over his shoulder, he whispered quietly. "The girl over there."
"Who?" Ron squinted. "The one with the pug face?"
The minute those words left his mouth, Draco roared with laughter, clapping Ron on the back heartily. Of course, it attracted attention of the boys and girls. Not to mention the only two adults present. Draco stuffed his fist into his mouth to keep from laughing, but it looked like he was losing this battle. Harry muttered a quiet 'Ugh' at Draco, and looked up at the ceiling, as if asking it why he had to sit by two imbeciles.
***
And in a corner stood
A pomegranate tree
With wild flowers there
No mortal eye could see
***
Both Sirius and Pomfrey stood, having reached a decision. "To cover over everything in such a short time, we will practice separately for today. Tomorrow, we'll be hearing all the songs that you will both sing together. If we're lucky, we will finish early and have a chance to relax before the next day. Sirius," she inclined her head in his direction, "Has allowed us to practice in the Cathedral, while he takes the boys to another room. So, it is best to take this kind gesture to heart, and practice with our best. Am I right, girls?"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey." They chorused.
"Good." She smiled at them all.
Clearing his throat, Sirius called for the boys to follow him, and soon, all of them were walking down the hallway. "Where's the room Sirius?" Harry asked.
"It'll be down this hall, large enough to practice." When the boys walked in, they found that it was like a mini auditorium. The back of the room, had wide carpeted steps, for them to stand on, and bookcases lined the walls. Sirius strode to the window, and pulled back the curtains to let light flood in. Ron made a distinct squeak when he a spider jump from the curtain and onto the floor. Harry laughed lightly, while Draco assured Ron that the spider wouldn't come near them. Ron narrowed his eyes, when Draco took a condescending tone, and tried to act nonchalant about the whole thing. "I'm not bothered at all. It doesn't scare me at all. I'm just worrying myself over nothing." He gulped visibly.
"Optimism, Ron, that's good." Neville came up, patting him on the shoulder.
"Optimism's based on sheer terror actually." Harry uttered.
"Gee, Harry, you know exactly what to say. How about saying something that'll help ol' Ronnikins." Seamus said, ducking expertly when Ron instinctively reached out to hit him upside the head.
"Fine, then," Harry turned to Ron, "It IS as bad as you think, and spiders ARE out to get you." He grinned cheekily.
Sirius, who was overhearing, chuckled inwardly. 'Your just like your father..' Clearing his throat again, "Come now. It's time to get practicing."
The boys groaned, but got in their positions. They had hoped Sirius wouldn't, but it appeared he was adamant about practicing hard.
***
Yet still some mystery befalls
Sure as the cock crows at morn
The world in stillness keeps
The secret babes to be born
***
The Elders stood before Barith, discussing quietly in the Elven tongue. The Head Elder, Valandil Súrion, shook his head twice, speaking quickly, and finally nodded his assent to the elf beside him. He met eyes with Barith.
"We will send two others with you Barith."
"Why? I see no need--"
"To aid you, of course. It would be foolish to send you alone. I fear the boy may not go quietly with you, and if his friend comes along, the boy who can fight, you will need all the help you can get."
Barith bowed his head respectively. "And where will I meet the two..?"
"Lólindir Arcamenel , my brother will come. And Morwen Tinehtelë , my sister."
At their names, the two elves strode forward. Their Elven features were sharp, yet they held a gentle look about them. They're eyes only betrayed the look of wisdom, whereas as the features showed youth. "It is best to wait at the appropriate place. Barith, you know this boy well, where will we be to get him?" Morwen asked.
"At their temple. They will be singing for a holy event from what I understand. It would be wise to wait after this event, so as not to draw attention to his absence."
"And what of the other." Lólindir continued, "If he decides to follow?"
Valandil intercepted, "The council has come to a decision about that course of action. I have a feeling that we will need him as well. It will, for the most, keep the one occupied. Letting a friend stay with him, will show that we mean no harm."
'Easier said than done,' Barith thought wryly, remembering the look of utter fury on the boy's face. 'I do not look forward to becoming acquainted with him.' "Very well, Valandil. I will lead them out today, if it is acceptable."
Valandil nodded, and watched as the three elves departed. One of the elves started speaking. "Will the boy really be able to help us defeat Xavier, Valandil? Can we put our trust in one boy?"
He sighed wearily. "We must, Ireth, or our race will surely perish without him."
***
"Come with me my love
Hear the pulse of the land
The Ocean's rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand"
I heard an old voice say
"Don't go far from the land
The seasons have their way
No mortal can understand"
***
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A/N: Finished!! ^_^ I know, not much action compared to the last chapter, but I'm building up for the next two chapters. The next chapter will be with the practice, and the chapter after that will have the big event. I wonder how the elves will get Harry. And if Draco will take nicely to Barith. No one knows but me! ^_^ IF YOU WANT UPDATES, LEAVE YOUR EMAIL AND A MESSAGE SAYING SO!
