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: The final chapter has arrived! ^_^ Sorry for the delay, but I've been planning out the ending for the sequel.. Haha, I've got the whole thing figured out.. I hope.. Anyway, I know where I'm going to end with it, and I know exactly what to add.. I'm actually pretty proud of myself, since this happens to by my FAVORITE story!
I'm sad to say that this story has ended. But not really I guess. I mean, there is a sequel. Anyway, if anyone has noticed or not, I made a mistake in this fanfic. I had moved Severus Snape as an instructor in the choir thing, but then in another chapter, I had him pegged for being Draco's fencing instructor. So, the final verdict is in, and he will remain as Draco's fencing instructor. Sorry for the confusion!
Just a note, the songs I listed are REAL, and the school that Harry was offered (You'll know what I mean when you read it) is REAL. I think I covered everything, hopefully.. ^_^
***
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
The journey home is never too long
Some yesterdays always remain
***
"Relax Harry, you'll rip off that lovely collar if you don't settle down."
Harry nodded mutely, taking his hand from pulling at his choir robe. He had woken up very early, tossing and turning from anxiety. He knew he wasn't going to fall asleep again, so he headed to the kitchen to fix himself breakfast, and the sounds had quickly attracted his parent's attention. The clock read 6:34, and Harry convinced his parents it was best to come early. Complying with their son's wishes, Lily and James reluctantly headed upstairs to get ready.
This left Harry alone downstairs, thinking about the upcoming event. He had more to worry about than anyone else. His role in the mass was important, but Harry fretted more about the results of his singing. He didn't want a repeat of what happened when he sang for Mr. Flitwick. Only Draco had noticed, and as luck would have it, hadn't reacted badly to it. Lord knows what would have happened if he had responded negatively and focused his life on exposing Harry's secret.
But he had things to worry about now. With a packed Church, there was bound to be someone who noticed something peculiar. All they had to do was add the events together, and BAM! What was worse was, wondering how his friends and parents would react if they were the ones who figured it out. Would it be positive, like Draco? Or would they shun him? Disown him? Send him to some secret government organization and let them do experiments on him? Everything seemed perfectly plausible for all that to happen. It didn't take much for someone close to you to turn their back on you; it didn't take much at all.
His only solace was Draco's acceptance. Harry didn't want to think about how hard it would've been to keep it secret from all his friends, especially his parents--
"Awfully quiet down there, Harry. Are you alright?" Harry heard his mom call from upstairs.
"Yes, Mum! I'm fine!"
"Alright then, your father and I will be down in a minute!"
"Okay!"
Tearing away from these thoughts, Harry focused himself on moving his thoughts to more light-hearted things. It didn't take long for his parents to come down, however, and Harry was saved from thinking about "The Singing Ringing Tree", a live kid show.
"There's my handsome choir boy." His mom called, coming over to adjust his robe and smooth down his hair. "There you are. All grown up."
Harry flushed with embarrassment but was secretly pleased with the attention, although he chose to ignore his father laughing in the background. My parents wouldn't care about what I'm capable of doing. 'They would care for me no matter what..' Harry thought confidently.
James mock-wiped his fake tears from his eyes, and he went back to tying his tie. Unfortunately for James, he seemed to be all thumbs, and his fingers were fumbling with tying. "Here dear, let me."
James gave up in tying, and allowed his wife to do it for him. When she finished, James sent an affectionate smile over to his nervous son, who had involuntarily gone back to pulling at his choir robe. "Chin up, Harry. You'll do fine. But.." James pretended to tap his chin in contemplation, "if you mess up horribly, the worst thing we'll do is disown you." He said it as if he was commenting on the weather.
'Or not..' Harry thought dryly. Lily whacked James hard, and quickly told a stricken Harry that his father was only joking. Harry gave a nervous laugh, and relaxed when James warmly mussed up his hair.
"James," Lily chided lightly, "You've messed up his hair." I want him to look neat, not looking like you."
James pouted, and the tension eased. When all three were dressed and ready, the clock read 6:47. "Let's take some pictures before we leave, James. I want to remember this day, and put it in our photo album."
James rolled his eyes playfully, but got the camera ready, and they spent a few minutes taking quick pictures. Harry quickly dragged his parents to the car before they could use up the first roll of film, and his parents laughingly complied. The engine started, and they quickly headed towards the cathedral.
Harry turned around in his seat, watching his home disappear in the distance… along with his apprehension. 'Carpe diem..' Harry thought to himself, hoping it would be a day to remember.
And it would be. Just not how he expected.
***
I'm going back to where my heart was light
When my pillow was a ship, I sailed through the night
***
Three pairs of eyes stared downward, watching as people began to trickle into the large Cathedral. They all had scaled and sat atop the wooden beams, to get a good sense of where everyone would be seated. Not to mention, it was perfect place to let loose a distraction for them to kidnap.. Er.. Bring their target with them.
"The people are starting to arrive." Morwen spoke softly, keen eyesight noting all the faces.
"We must keep a look out on the boy and his parents." Lólindir advised.
"Do not forget about the other one." Barith argued for Draco's involvement.
"He will come only if he were to interfere." Lólindir replied coolly.
Barith smirked coldly. "Oh he will."
***
"Draco!"
"Harry!"
"Ron!"
"Harry!"
"Draco!"
"Ro--"
"Now that we've established we know each other's name," Sirius cut in, waving to Harry's parents, "How about we sit down, hmm?"
The boys grinned sheepishly, and quickly sat in the appropriate pews that were seated to the side near the altar. Most of the boys were already there, save for two or three who were still talking with the parents in the other pews. Harry and his two friends carried on chattering happily, speaking about their nervousness but still excitement over the 'big surprise' their tutors had promised when the whole thing was over. They still hadn't forgotten about it, and it was the only thing the boys really looked forward to. "Where are the girls sitting?"
"Why? Is our dear Ronnikins, looking for a certain girl?" Draco grinned mischievously.
Ron's ears immediately colored, "No. I'm just curious s'all." He muttered defensively.
Harry laughed lightly, and motioned to the other side, where another set of pews were set aside, placed across from theirs. "The girls sit there, remember?"
Ron muttered an 'Oh.', and topics were quickly changed. Soon, they were both laughing and talking about nothing in particular.
***
The journey home is never too long
When open arms are waiting there
The journey home is never too long
There's room to love and room to spare
***
Unbeknownst to the three boys, three pairs of eyes were watching them. They were, of course, Barith, Morwen, and Lólindir.
"They're bond is close." Morwen noted idly, letting her eyes trail to Harry's parents who were chatting with Sirius. Another man had joined the conversation, she didn't know it, but it was Remus.
"Hm." was Lólindir's only reply, his eyes suddenly caught by the Malfoy's tell-tale hair. Lucius was in deep conversation with Severus.
Barith remained silent, eyes riveted on the boys' friendship. "It would be.." He let his sentence linger to catch the other's attention, "unpleasant, for those to find the boys missing."
Lólindir ignored Barith's implication of 'boys'. Morwen remained quiet, contemplating his words. Barith continued, "To come in after the finale, and just taking them would cause a --disturbance. There is no doubt in my mind that they're parents would do everything in their power to locate them."
"And what would you have us do?" Lólindir countered. "Speak to the boy's parents and kindly tell him we are going to kidnap him? Or better yet, we need him to help us save our race. A race of which, to you humans, exist only in your poor excuse of a fictional book. Oh yes, that would go down well, Barith, truly."
"I'm just saying," Barith cut in, obviously irritated at Lólindir's sarcastic tirade, "that we bring him with us in a more secluded area, away from all these people, or else the boy's friends and parents, will surely worry. And maybe, inform the parents of his leave."
Lólindir scoffed, but Barith continued as if he hadn't noticed. "I have overheard their instructor, speak of a big surprise for the boys and girls. A party in the Cathedral's gardens. We could--"
"After observing them Barith, you have already grown attached. It is not wise." Morwen warned softly.
"Yes, Barith. Do you, or do you not want to be able to fight Xavier?" Lólindir questioned.
Barith sighed heavily. "Just think about what I have suggested. Things will go more smoothly if we follow what I've said. As smoothly as it will get, anyway."
Lólindir and Morwen exchanged glances, and both nodded to think about it.
***
The clock read 7:30. Everyone quieted down. The Mass continued, the priest's voice and everyone else's were muffled to Harry's ears, as if a large blanket were thrown over the sounds, and everything was unintelligible. Harry was aware of only one thing, the inevitable time he would have to sing the finale.. In Latin no less. Yes, his friends and the girls' choir would be singing softly in the background, but he still felt like he was singing alone. Each time they would have to sing the hymns, it was like Harry was taking a vacation from his body, and was only aware of himself singing to the words.
"O God, who has made all the earth and every creature that dwells upon it: Help us we pray, to treat with compassion the living creature. entrusted to our care; That they may not suffer from neglect nor become the victims of any harm; and Grant that in caring for them we may find a deeper understanding of your love of all Creation, though Jesus Christ our Lord."
"Amen."
He didn't know how he managed it thus far, without throwing up, which was definitely at the top of Harry's to-do list, if he wasn't careful. He was trying to come up with a way his could somehow.. Control his singing, and make sure nothing happened. 'Maybe if I just concentrated? Focused?'
"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters. And God said." Let the waters bring forth swarms of living creatures, and let the birds fly shove the earth across the firmament of the heavens." So God created the great sea monsters and every living creature that moves, with which the waters swarm, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind."
'What am I thinking?' He was making all that up. Concentration? Focus? Harry had no idea if that would work, but it was all he had to work with. 'Happy thoughts.. Happy thoughts..' He told himself, his personal mantra at the moment. He ignored the nasty little voice in his head that reminded him of what he said the previous day. 'Optimism's based on sheer terror..'
"And God saw that it was good. And God blessed them saying "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas and let birds multiply on the earth." And God said," Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds: cattle and creeping things and beasts of the earth according to their kinds." And it was so. And God made the beasts of the earth according to their kinds, and everything that creeps upon the ground according to its kind. And God saw it was good."
"Amen."
Cursing himself, he felt Draco nudge him on the side. Harry whipped his head around, wondering what Draco was doing.
"The finale," Draco hissed, "You're on!"
Harry paled, but stepped out to the middle of the steps. 'Ah, well,' he told myself, 'there's no turning back now.' Harry opened his mouth and began.
"Verbum supérnum pródiens,
Nec Patris linquens déxteram,
Ad opus suum éxiens.
Venit ad vitae vésperam.
In mortem a discipulo
Suis tradéndus aémulis,
Prius in vitae férculo..
Se trádidit discipulis.
Quibus sub bina spécie.
Carnem dedit et sánguinem:
Ut dúplicis substántiae
Totum cibáret hóminem."
Sometimes in dreams we do things we could never do in everyday life. The moment Harry stood before that gigantic crowd of formally dressed people; Harry lapsed into a sort of dream. Through some miraculous process, Harry ceased to be the nervous Harry Potter, a normal choir boy and became something else. Except for some small part of himself that seemed to hover overhead, observing his transformation with amazement.
"Se nascens dedit sócium,
Convéscens in edúlium,
Se móriens in prétium,
Se regnans dat in praémium.
O salutáris hóstia,
Quae caeli pandis óstium:
Bella premunt hostilia,
Da robur, fer auxilium.
Uni Trinóque Dómino
Sit sempitérna glória:
Qui vitam sine término
Nobis donet in pátria."
The lines flowed from him as thought they had just occurred to his brain, and not been penned by some writer or other. The audience seemed vague and distant. Only when he had sung his last line did he come to himself again, to find everyone inside standing and applauding.
"Amen."
Words could not describe the feeling of elation in Harry's chest, as he stared at his whistling and clapping companions, nor the proud faces of his parents. He let out a deep breath, and gave his most charming smile to the audience, feeling the sounds wash over him, but not overwhelming him.
***
I want to feel the way that I did then
And think my wishes through before I wish again
***
Before Harry could blink, everything whisked by. He was congratulated by dozens of people on his singing, and was even offered a space in The Royal College of Music, located in Westminster. Needless to say, his parents quickly assured the representatives to contact them at a later date.
"Harry, Harry!"
Harry turned his head, and grinned widely. He ran and gave Remus a big hug. "Remus! I didn't know you came!"
"You know I wouldn't miss this Harry, you were lovely! I never knew you had it in you."
"I wouldn't be here if you hadn't come and told me though."
"Yes, yes, I know."
Harry grinned, giving Remus one last hug before he was compelled to join Draco and his friends to the big party held in the gardens. "I'll be with your parents, Harry!" Remus called, as Harry nodded and left along with the other boys.
***
"I must go." Morwen spoke.
Barith turned to her, eyes widening. "And my suggestion.. ?"
Lólindir cut in smoothly. "It has been thought over, and Morwen will take care of it."
"But what will she--"
"It is of no importance now. We must go as well."
Expression changing, Barith nodded. The three vanished.
***
Not every boat you come across is one you have to take
Now sometimes standing still can be the best move you ever make.
***
"Sorry there, Ron." Neville quickly handed Ron some napkins.
"Don't worry about it, Neville, this gives me an excuse to take off my robe." With that, he handed Neville his cup of juice, and took off his choir robe. He had on Church wear, but it was still less confining than wearing his robe.
Ron's move caused a chain reaction, as everyone else followed. "I'll take those." Sirius appeared behind the boy's group, and took their robes and put it down on a small table against the wall. "I'm sure you're all hungry, so why don't you get to the food before the girls do, hmm?"
Their eyes widened, when they saw the girls, without their robes, congregated around the food table. Laughing, they moved over, and conversations ensued. Grabbing plates, the boys moved towards the center of the gardens, plopping themselves down on the newly cut grass. The boys, Seamus, Neville, Dean, Ron, Harry, and Draco, were sitting in a circle, commenting now and then on the morning's events.
A light breeze stirred the napkins on the floor, but they remained unfazed by it all, still happy with the way things have been going. Harry tipped back his cup into his mouth, and stood, telling them he was getting a refill. He rolled his eyes when the other boys held out their empty cups, cheekily asking for a refill too.
Shaking his head, he took the cups and promised to bring them back in a tray. Turning, he headed to the serving table.
***
"Excuse me, Mr. And Mrs. Potter?"
James and Lily turned. Facing a young woman, who gave them a disarming smile.
"Yes?"
"Would you please come with me? I've some things to discuss with you, and the other boy's parents."
Strangely, the two felt inclined to obey, and followed her outside the Cathedral front doors. The young woman led them to a stone step way, which leads them down to a statue of Mary. Draco's parents, Lucius and Narcissa, were already standing there too.
Silently, the Potters stood beside them, and waited for the woman to address them.
"My name is Morwen Tinehtelë. And I need to alter your memories a bit."
"What--"
Something bright blazed in the four's eyes, before they all held a blank look. Smiling secretly, Morwen stepped up closer to them. "If anyone asks, you took your boys home. They are unable to attend classes due to family reasons.."
***
Harry gently bit his lower lip in concentration, as he balanced the cups on a small tray he found. Getting second thoughts, he doubled back and brought a large stack of napkins just in case. As Fate would have it, a particularly strong breeze blew by, causing the top of the stack of napkins to fly. Groaning softly, he set the tray down, and ran to catch all the napkins. Sirius wouldn't appreciate that garden to be littered with them, especially since this was supposed to be a treat for the singers. The wind carried most of them far, but regardless, Harry managed to catch them. Save for one.
Harry groaned, looking around, idly noting he had run quite far, and that the gardens were definitely a lot bigger than he had anticipated. Wiping his brow, he grinned when he saw one last napkin. "Come here you!" he whispered softly, running forward to catch it before it flew off. A breeze blew by, and the napkin fluttered, jogging faster, he lunged, and managed to land on the ground, his hands covering the napkin. Smiling triumphantly, he sat up, and then froze.
There was a large shadow over him, and Harry had a feeling he knew what it was. Gulping, he looked up into the eyes of Barith.
"Nae saian luume', Istar." he uttered softly.
The English equivalent rang in Harry's head, 'It has been too long, Wizard.'
***
The journey home is never too long
Home hopes to heal the deepest pain
***
"Where is he?" Ron asked, looking around.
"Maybe he got lost on the way." Seamus suggested.
Draco looked around, eyes scanning. He sighed softly, feeling unease in the pit of his stomach. He stood abruptly, "I'll go get him."
The boys nodded, and went back to talking.
Draco swiftly strode towards the food table, and narrowed his eyes when he noticed the tray of drinks on the floor. A small stack of napkins lay on top of one of the cups, and in repetition of Harry's incident, the remaining napkins took off. Cursing to himself, Draco followed, picking them up as he jogged along. It didn't take him long to realize that the same thing happened to Harry, and he was probably off running to find the flying nuisances.
He bent to pick up the last one, when he heard a yell not to far off. Abandoning the task, he ran towards the yell.
***
Harry stood quickly, but was stopped by an iron grip on his arm. "Let go." Harry hissed, eyes flashing.
He felt Barith falter at his tone, and he took this as his chance to run. He bolted, but didn't expect another person to come out. Lólindir appeared swiftly, immediately grabbing Harry by the shoulders. Harry cried out at the grip, knowing he'd bruise. "Tampa Lólindir! He's going to be hurt!"
Lólindir eyes were compassionate, but he was uncompromising in what he was doing. "Uuma dela." he spoke to Harry, causing Harry to stop in his struggling, and look up at him.
There was a yell far off, and Draco came charging in. "Let go of him!" Draco yelled.
He took off, ready to tackle Lólindir if need be, but was stopped when Barith came from behind. Draco struggled violently, but nothing seemed to make Barith budge. 'I dreaded the day I would become acquainted with him.. And I was not disappointed..' Barith thought wryly, keeping a firm hold on Draco's arms from behind.
Knowing it was futile to struggle, he helplessly called out to Harry. "Harry! No! Run!" His eyes widened, when Harry seemed to be pliant in Lólindir's arms, as the elf forced Harry to look into his eyes. "Look at me!" Lólindir commanded.
Draco struggled half-heartedly, watching in horror as Harry was compelled to do so. Oh Lólindir, Barith thought worryingly Must you sound like that? Already this viper, He tightened his grip on Draco, does not trust you. Barith inwardly sighed, but he knew that this was the only way to make it easier on the two. After Harry, they would have to use Lólindir's technique on Draco as well.
"Look into my eyes." Lólindir whispered.
Lólindir's eyes were golden, sharp at first glance. Harry stared at them, repelled and fascinated. He felt himself sinking, deeper and deeper. He could hear yelling at a great distance, and noted that he was sinking. His last thought was wondering who was calling him before darkness claimed him.
Draco could only watch as Harry gently crumpled to the floor, since Lólindir was still grasping Harry. His narrowed eyes watched Lólindir carry Harry in his arms, before he was rudely spun around. He opened his mouth to yell, but it was covered when he met Barith's eyes. Sky blue met his, and he found his eyes shutting of their own accord. Draco tried hitting him, but his head fell back and he too, crumpled gently to the floor.
Barith carried Draco in the same fashion Lólindir used. Morwen appeared at the side, walking towards them, smiling softly.
"They're parents are very kind."
Barith raised an eyebrow, but Morwen remained silent.
"Come." Lólindir called. "We've no time to waste."
The other two nodded, and they set off at a brisk pace. Heading home. Home.
***
The journey home is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
***
A/N: THE END!! ^_^ YAY!! The Elvish translations will be up soon, don't you worry! Then the SEQUEL!! ^_^
