Chapter 3

AN/ this is where i make a time skip. I can't write baby. He is now 3

The world meeting was being held at Russia's house this month.

'Thoughts'

'Different language'

"Okay that concludes my report. Next up is Russia." England concluded shuffling the papers he was holding. Russia stood up and was about to speak when the door to the meeting room opened and a small boy with messy black hair peeked inside.

"Papa? I'm sorry for interrupting but, aunt Ukraine looks really sick!" at the last sentence the boy burst into tears. He ran into the room and leapt into Russias arms. The boy was sobbing uncontrollably into Russias precious scarf. The other nations held their breath to see what he would do. Nobody touches Russias scarf. Russia just held the boy close and murmured to him in Russian.

"I'm sure she'll be fine. Her country is just having some trouble right now I'll send her some help after the meeting."

the boy shook his head and replied rapidly.

"But what if you're too late! She could die!" he sounded panicked about something. Russia smiled softly and brushed the hair out of the boys' eyes. Englands eyes widened when he got a good look at the boys face.

"That's ... But... No impossible." he said getting closer to the boy. Yep it was him. Black hair, green eyes, lightning bolt shaped scar.

"It is you!" the boy and Russia both looked up at him.

"Who?" the boy asked rubbing his eyes that were still leaking tears.

"You my boy, I know exactly who you are." England smiled. 'Finally after so long, we finally found Harry Potter!'

"Im sory mistr do I know you?"(1) the kid was polite but his English was marred by a Russian accent. England was about to reply when Russia interrupted him.

"This can wait till the ends of the meeting for now let's just continue as planned."

Germany agreed with Russia completely. He'd been about to call attention to the meeting but Russia beat him to it. Although it confused him. Normally Russia would prefer watching the meeting turn to chaos than help return order, but then who was he to complain.

The meeting conclude without many problems. Actually it was one of the smoothest meetings in history. England stayed behind to speak to Russia and the boy within his care. Russia opened the conversation bluntly.

"What did you mean when you said you knew who he was?" he asked with his hand on Dimitris shoulder. Dimitri frowned at him.

"Papa you shold at leest be a ltle polit." he turned to England.

"wold you leik somthin to drik?" England who somehow managed to decipher the kids accented words declined saying he wasn't thirsty. They got straight to business.

"well it all started with a disturbed boy name Tom Riddle..."

he told the boy and Russia about the turmoil that had been raging in his home less than four years ago.

"Im sory to heer tha' b't what deos it hve to do wit me?" He asked confused as to how it pertained to him.

"Well the very last casualties of the war were your parents." he couldn't help but add a dramatic flair to the revalation. He was a little sad when he saw Harry was unfazed by the news.

"It was three years ago..."

AN/ in case you're wondering I misspelled Harrys sentences to show that he wasn't very good at English