This is rewrite of Return of the Romanov. I hope the bad grammar will be lesser than in the first version. Still need for a Beta, just to look at the grammar mistakes, misspellings and forgotten words. I'll let the old version online and do a note there. I'll remain true to the main plot line and the pairing will remain the same. But with a few changes… Very few I promise.

"Talking"

'Though'

"Russian"

Prologues

Harry James Potter, the son of James and Lily Potter, Dumbledore had plans for the young boy who merely was a few month old. Since the day he had the prophecy about the dark lord demise. He already planned everything for young Harry, he couldn't let things go to waste, he didn't trust others, and he made mistakes by trusting people during the wizarding war with Grindelwald. Albus Percival Wilfrid Brian Dumbledore had plans for the child of the prophecy and all pointers went to Harry Potter, the other boy being Neville Longbottom, but the boy had a weak core, he would be lucky to even make it a wizard. He would involve the Weasley for Harry when his first contact with the Wizarding world would come. But for the plan to go perfectly well, he needed to let the Potter die… It was for the greater good. Dumbledore inquired the Potter family to abandon Potter manor, there was no more warded house than Potter Manor, and he used a mild confundus charm on James to make him do as he wished. But that was not knowing Lily who've seen the right through him and lifted the charms. Lily convinced James to go hiding away from Britain, they could go anywhere, but they couldn't go to any Commonwealth country, they needed a country where the ICW had no jurisdiction. It was mid-October when they prepared to go into hiding, planning an international portkey for the Soviet Union, the only country where Dumbledore couldn't reach them. They didn't like how Dumbledore had tried to make them killed, they wanted to know why. They had a surprise visitor the 23 of that ninth month. Severus Snape had come to them to warn them about the Dark Lord plan but also about Albus Dumbledore plans. He told them everything he had heard about that night in the pub and how Dumbledore was planning to get them killed. James was angry about the old man and offered his house protection to his old nemesis who declined, stating that he needed to remain a spy in the Dark lord circle to protect them. He still viewed Lily as his best friend and the woman forgave him about that disastrous moment they had in their school days, when he had called her a mudblood. The Potter family disappeared from Britain the 28, they had sealed the Potter Vault in Britain, withdrawn 6 million Galleon with them for the Dwarves banks in the Soviet republics banks. Just enough for their safety in a country that was rumoured to be dangerous…

8 Mars 1991 – Moscow – Kremlin.

Gorbatchev, the actual general staff of the Soviet Union was watching the street of the red place from his windows. There was man in full Soviet-Wizard Uniform there with the Imperial crest on his vest. The man was James Charlus Potter now named Romanov. You see, when they came into Soviet Union, they were arrested by the Wizard guards, and they were suspected of them being spies for the commonwealth. Turns out after some blood test that James was distant descendant of the Romanov imperial blood line.

"Romanov, I'm surprise you made it back alive from that fiasco with the Goblins invasion in Kamchatka. The Macusa pulled quite the operation against our gold reserves. The dwarves couldn't stop the goblins from taking our main sources of gold. Now Gringotts are putting pressure to us to ban the dwarves and take control of bank operation in the country. I should have placed the gold back here, instead of waiting for things to calm down a little before doing what was necessary. The days of the Soviet Union won't last, we are not people to surrender to threats and certainly to these despicable goblins. The dwarves are preparing to withdraw to Switzerland" the Soviet Leader paused as he turned to James

"We did what we could, I made it alive, thanks to Dimitri. We were ready for their strikes, but we didn't plan to get flanked by british wizards. I believe they were old acquaintance of mine. The terrorist group calling themselves the Order of the Pheonix" said James

Gorbatchev went back to his chair, the time had come. The prince needed to go back to the Britain and fight the dark lord like the prophecy had said. They knew about the prophecy of the Dark lord and Romanov's son. He pulled the small golden statue on his desk, the statue emitted a loud click and a door opened in the wall behind the Soviet Leader. Mikhaïl Gorbatchev invited James to follow him into the dark stairs straight to the catacombs of the Russian city. James was surprised to see a church right under the Kremlin. They didn't stop they went straight down to a dead end. Mikhail pulled a dagger from his pocket and sliced his thumbs, he waved his hand and tossed some blood on the rock wall. The rock melted, leading them to a big room, inside the room there was circles and pillars and in the middle there was a woman, blinded, naked and had pointy ears. A unaltered elf… How in hell did the Russian had this, the high elf were part of legends, they were believed to be made out stories for kids. But here was an authentic elf, still looking in her prime. Upon entering the room, the elf woman suddenly flew from where she was and chains only keeping her from going up further and eerie voice emanated from her…

"An old shadow shall rise from beneath Earth.

Marking the unmarked Child, he will…

The puppeteer shall feel regret…

The dark lord will fall…

The empire shall be reborn…

The destiny had changed….

Don't make the same mistake again…"

The elf woman stopped talking and remained motionless on the center. James had paled, if he understood what the implication were with this prophecy, they just made things worse for them.

The old man was silent for a moment, the old one was supplanted with new one. The dark lord was not the priority now, no… There was this old shadow from beneath earth. He turned to Russian prince.

"You've heard it, you will have to return home and quickly. If you stay here and get stubborn. You will make things worse for everyone" said Gorbatchev in perfect English.

"I won't let some damn prophecy decide for the life of my first born" said James staring at the soviet leader.

"The prophecy are absolute, my lord and the more you will fight it, worse it will become. We learned it the hard way with Nicolas II, while trying to change the future, he accidently unleashed the communist party to rise to power. You see, the Russian empire was never fated to become the Soviet Union. We were to enter a golden age where the Tsardom would become an administrative monarchy. But the price to get there was the life of his children, all of them had to die. But he couldn't let them die, he hired a lot of foreigners and experts to stop the prophecy to fulfillment"

"Sissy" James said and an elf came from behind him.

"Master called sissy?"

"Yes tell my wife that the plan had changed, she will know what I'm talking about"

"As you wish master" said the elf before vanishing. James didn't like it, but if the Russian President was telling him the true. The only way to save his son was to go back in England and return to the old fool.

"Mister Romanov… James" said Mikhail "I fear for my country and my citizen. I have gift since this gift is also your birthright and so is your son and daughter."

Both men went upstairs and returned back to the office. There the old man opened a secret cabin behind a painting of Vladimir Lenin, there he pulled out a wand. A red wand, the wood had the same tone to blood. He felt numb when he grabbed it but quickly pocketed it.

"The wand is extremely powerful, it's a legacy dating back to the formation of Russia. His first wizard was Ivan IV. Don't take it for granted, we lost many wizard who didn't listen to this advice and died a very painful death"

"What is this wand made of?"

"An old extinct tree, Blood pine, made for Warfare spells and battle magic. The core is made of a Baba yaga blood a very potent substance and also extremely unstable. The wand maker… used some Dwarven metal to stabilize the core. This wand as a name to it. The cursed wand"

"And why is it named the cursed wand?"

"It is not my story to tell" said the Russian President. The old man also went to a shelves that was there. He pulled out a leather skin vest with pads for the legs and shoulders. And had small bones reinforcing the joint of the armor. The thing looked ancient, despise its bright red colors and a green shine from light reflection.

"Only someone with Romanov blood can use it"

James didn't say anything, he grabbed it when the old man handed it to him. He touch it and felt at ease immediately. He thanked him as he shrink it and pocketed it. Gorbatchev was tasking a few wizard-commissars to destroy all of the Soviet magical population files. The archives were burning, it was necessary to protect the status of secrecy, Gorbatchev didn't want the next one who ruled Russia to reveal things to the common population. The next one was the destruction of the muggles files, it would be a colossal task, they just had too much information and the time to destroy it would takes months. James bid his farewell to the Soviet Leader, he apparated back to his home. The soviet leader sat on his desk, he feared that the Americans would put a puppet in this seat one day. He needed to take some step ahead to protect his country.

St-Petersburg - 4PM – Romanov Castle.

Lily Potter was preparing her children trunks, Harry was downstairs in the main hall playing with his best friend, Anadeja Pavlov. A girl he befriended when he started the Wizard Academy of St-Petersburg. It was an academy for young witches and wizards, preparing them to live as wizard amongst muggles. They taught them the importance of the status of secrecy, history on both world, magical and muggles. The danger of some beast and introduction to a few subject like Potion making, Herbology, Care for Magical creatures and Battle Magic or Defense against Dark arts in the Commonwealth countries. He rode an Icestorm-II, the Russian equivalent to the British Firebolt, the Icestorm was slightly more manoeuvrable than the British broomstick but was less fast in compensation. The flying race ended with Harry winning against Anadeja.

"I'll miss you" said the blonde haired girl.

"I'll miss you too" said the boy hugging her.

At the door of Potter Castle, Rosie Potter, Harry's little sister was glaring at the girl who hugged his big brother. She was overly protective of her big brother, for her anyone who approached him was a danger to him. She huffed when she started to pull her small trunk with wheels on them.

"Mistress please! Let me take it for you" said the small elf

"No Ted, let me do it! I'm a big girl now!" she said trying to pull the trunk away from the small elf hands.

"But mistress, I'm here to serve you!" said the elf protesting, he didn't want her mistress to over-excess herself.

"I don't want a slave, I want a friend!" she said. The elf stopped from trying to pull, there was no one who wanted to befriend elves, and she was the first to openly say it. The elf started to cry of joy, Rosie was startled and reluctantly let the small elf take her trunk.

James had just witnessed what was happening. He smiled at his daughter, she was exactly like her mother. Full of compensation, but he suspected that Rosie had some of his Marauder temper.

Lily went outside followed by a group of witches, they were her friends since they came here to Russian wizard community. They were very sociable people, their husbands were busy and some had lost them over time with all the intrigue between the muggles government. They all hugged Lily before apparating home.

"Master James Romanov" said Peter, the chief elf of the Potter-Romanov elves. "We are ready, the apparating runes will activate in a few minutes, and we will take your trunks to Potter Manor"

"Thank you Peter. Make sure to sleep once you are at our home" said James, the elf bowed before vanishing with their trunks.

The family positioned themselves on the runes drawn on the ground, all of them were linked to the apparition room in the Ministry of Magic in England. They all were wearing cloak and pulled their hood to hide their face. The runes on the ground started to shine a bright blue when the four of them vanished a silent pop. They all landed right in front of the statut of Dumbledore in the main hall. They were stopped by Enforces, a parallel branch to the Aurors for the protection of the Ministry.

"Halt! Take out your Hoods and reveal yourself! Failure in complying will result in your detention!" said a grey uniformed man with a cap with the same color. Just like in the time of Grindelwald, people using uniform in time of war. James obeyed and pulled his hood, he smiled at the enforcer.

"James?!" said the enforcer who rushed and hugged his best friend.

"Hello Sirius. Long-time no see"