Me: Wow its been awhile since I updated this story. Still gotta tell you guys its not betad I really need to find one. Now of anyone that would be interested? Anyway thanks to all those that reviewed it made me really happy to know you guys liked it. Hope this chapter is up to your standards.


-10 years later-

Long lines of men and women waited in the cold gray winter.

"Saint Petersburg is Gloomy

Saint Petersburg is bleak.

My underwear got frozen standing here all week."

Workers of all shapes and sizes coiled around each other as they weaved in and out of the work place. Each carrying heavy loads as they worked in harsh conditions.

"Oh since the Revolution,

Our lives have been so Gray

Thank Goodness for the gossip that gets us through the day,

Hey!"

Hoards of people mingled through the crowded streets of St. Petersburg, each talking louder then the next.

"Have you heard there's a rumor in St. Petersburg?

Have you heard what they're saying on the streets?"

A Young man with mocha colored skin and dazzling golden eyes, swaggered his way through the crowds of St. Petersburg. He grabbed a news paper from the nearby stand and leaned on the wood as the seller whispered in his ear.

"Although the Tsar did not survive one son maybe still alive

The Prince Harry!

But please do not repeat!"

The mocha man smirked as the terrified seller slammed his window shut after receiving a withering glare from a guard. The Mocha glared back at the guard before carrying on down the crowded streets.

"It's a rumor, a legend, a mystery!

Something whispered in al alley way or through a crack, "

The Mocha man came up to a back alley door and gave two short sharp raps. An eye hole was pulled open and hard brown eyes stared back at him. He sneered the password as was quickly ushered in. The door was swung shut as soon as he cleared the opening.

"It's a rumor that's part of our history"

They say that his royal grandpapa will pay a royal sum

To someone who can bring the Prince back!"

The Mocha man strolled up a set of steps in a seedy corner of the town, where black marketers play their wares. Some are selling remains from the ransacked palace of the Tsar. A whistle sounded off to the side of the man.

"Hey Blaze."

The Mocha man, now known as Blaze, turned to look at a young man with snow white skin, platinum white hair that hung in his steely mercury gray eyes. The man smirked as Blaze made his way over to him.

"Draco, I've done my part," Blaze whispered in his ear. Draco smirked and walked off down the many black market dealer stands.

"A ruble for this painting its Romanov, I swear!

Count Yusopou's pajamas! Comrades, buy the pair.

I've got this from the palace its lines with real fur!"

Draco snatched the display fur coat and tossed the dealer a coin.

"It could be worth a fortune if it belonged to him!"

Draco and Blaze hastily made their way down the street and into a small apartment, where they begin to grab various items and shove them in a bag.

"Well Dray I got us a theatre."

Draco smirked. "Everything's going according to plan. All we need is the boy. Just think Blaze, no more forging papers, no more stolen goods. We'll have three tickets out of here one for you, one for me and one for HARRY!"

Draco spun around and smirked at Blaze.

"It's the rumor the legend the mystery!

Its prince Harry who will help us fly!

You and I friend will go down in history!

We'll find a boy to play the part, dress him up and take him to Paree.

Imagine the reward his dear old grandpapa will pay."

He sang as he danced and hopped around Blaze. He grabbed a tightly stuffed suit case and a small gold and jade box before jumping up on the ledge of the window. He threw his arms wide and yelled out.

"Who else could pull it off but you and me?"

Blaze smirked and joined in. "We'll be rich!"

"We'll be rich"

"We'll be out!" "

"We'll be out!

AND ST. PETERSBURG WILL HAVE SOME MORE TO TALK ABOUT!"

They jumped from the ledge and road the snow down the roof and jumped to the ground landing in a perfect crouch. They popped up and took off to catch the quickly departing trolley.

"Shh!

Have you heard?

There's a rumor in ST Petersburg!

Have you heard?

What they're saying on the street!"

People from all walks of life gossiped in the crowded and noisy streets of ST Petersburg. They loudly whispered into each other's ears the news and story of the lost prince. They yelled and shushed each other at different times.

"Have you heard?

Comrade, what do you suppose?

A Fascinating Mystery!"

Draco and Blaze raced to catch the trolley as it pulled away. They grabbed on at the last second and sung on. Draco hung off the sides in excitement.

"The biggest Con in history!

The Prince Harry!

Alive or Dead

Who knows?"


A boy with unruly jet black hair and dazzling emerald green eyes was being dragged out by a walrus of a man. The boy, Nikita, bundled up in ragged clothes looking old and worse for wear was being dragged by the Walrus, Vernon. Vernon his old and balding headmaster walked him out pointing at the street.

"I've got you a job at the Fish Factory. You go straight down this path till you get to the fork in the road, go left-are you listening?" Vernon grumbled.

"Bye, Bye everybody!" he yelled and waved to the many kids calling out to him. "I'm listening Comrade Vernon."

Vernon glared coldly at Nikita and grabbed him roughly by the old ratty navy blue scarf he was wearing around his neck. Nikita twisted and struggled as he was being pulled along like a rag doll.

"You've been a thorn in my side since you were brought here." He growled waddling towards the huge Iron Gate. "Acting like the King of Sheba, instead of the nameless no account you are."

Nikita twisted out of the scarf and watched annoyed as Vernon continued to complain. Vernon began to open the gate grumbling the entire time.

"And for the last ten years I've fed you, I've clothed you. I've-"Nikita began to mock Vernon behind his back.

"Kept a roof over my head." He said rolling his eyes, causing Vernon to whip around and glare hotly at him.

"How is it you don't have a clue as to who you were before you came to us but you can remember all that?"

Nikita looked down and ideally fiddled with his golden flower necklace a look of longing on his face.

"I do have a clue to-"Vernon made a face, which was quite disturbing given his fat face and double chin, and interrupted him.

"UGH! I know!" Vernon pulled at the delicate necklace around Nikitas neck with a sneer. "'Together in Paris. So, you want to go to France to find your family, huh?" Vernon laughed in Nikitas face, spraying bits of spittle on him, at his happy little nod. He grabbed Nikita by the front of his ratty clothes and threw him though the now open gate. Tossing the old scarf at him to it hit him in the face.

"Little Mr. Nikita, it's time to take your place in life. In life and in line and be grateful too." He slammed the gate in Nikitas face. "Together in Paris!" yelled Vernon mockingly.

"Be grateful!" Mocked Nikita to Vernon's turned back, before looking down sadly and walking off down the snow covered path.


Nikita waddled down the snow covered road, sticking out his stomach, puffing out his cheeks, and dropping his voice in attempt to mock Vernon.

"Be grateful, Nikita!" he mocked, kicking the snow irritably. "I am grateful!" He yelled to the sky. "Grateful to get away!"

He came to the fork in the road, just as Vernon had said. He stopped and regarded both paths. One path was marked 'Fisherman's Village' the other 'ST Petersburg.' He regarded them closely before sighing.

"Go left, he says. Well, I know what's to the left. I'll be Nikita the Orphan forever…" He looked wishfully at the opposite path a small smile playing at his lips. "But if I go right ... Maybe I could find..." he stopped at the foot of the path, looking down and playing slightly with his necklace. "...Who ever gave me this necklace must have loved me..." He threw his hand up in exasperation. "This is crazy! Me go to Paris?"

He tilted his head skyward and closed his eyes in a prayer.

"Send me a sign, a hint, anything!" He yelled plopping down on a small mound of snow by the fork post. A snow white dog with flecks of black all over and golden eyes popped up and bounded over to Nikita. The small puppy effectively grabbed his ratty scarf and pulled it off.

"Hey!" yelled Nikita.

The dog pranced a few feet away barking at him, and running down the ST Petersburg path then coming back again and barking at him. Nikita signed playfully at the puppy and held out his hand.

"I don't have time to play right now, OK. I'm waiting for a sign." He closed his eyes again in attempt to act regal and held his head high. The dog with the scarf still securely in his mouth ran down the ST Petersburg path before stopping and barking at Nikita.

He heaved a sigh of exasperation and made a grab for the scarf.

"Would you give me that?" He reached to snatch the end of the scarf while the small puppy held the other end. "Could you…Would you…" the dog pulled on the other end and ran around him, effectively entangling him in his own scarf. "Please leave me alone. Stop…Give me that back…" he struggled with the small puppy. "Gi…gi…OH!"

Nikita fell, face first into the freezing cold snow, his feet and legs entangled in the scarf. He huffed and looked up at the small pepper flecked dog. His face propped up on his hand. The small dog looked at him expectedly with her golden eyes.

"Oh…oh great. A dog wants me to go to St Petersburg." He stopped and his eyes widened in wonder. He looked skyward and smiled.

"Okay," he said "I can take a hint." The dog barked in excitement and Nikita got up and walked towards the beginning of the path. The dog barked happily as Nikita stared down the snow covered road. Fear and determination glowing like fire in his emerald green eyes. He took his first steps toward the city as the dog barked and jumped around him.

"Heart don't fail me now, courage, don't desert me

Don't turn back, now that we're here."

The dog jumped and ran around Nikita as he walked.

"People always say, life is full of choices

No one ever mentions fear!

Or how the world can seem so vast

On a journey

To the past…"

Nikita slowly made his way through the snow covered path a new pep in his step. A carriage packed full on people, rushed past him sending mounds of snow up into the air.

"Somewhere down this road

I know someone's waiting

Years of dreams just can't be wrong, Arms will open wide

I'll be safe and wanted

Finally home where I belong

Well starting now I'm learning fast, on this journey

To the past…"

Nikita played with the puppy, newly named Hedwig, as he walked onwards head held high eyes shining with hope. He walked till he came upon a small hut where children, a mother and father were all outside playing together.

"Home, love, family;

There was once a time I must have had them too

Home, love, family;

I will never be complete until I found you

One step at a time

One hope then another

Who knows where this road may go?

Back to who I was

On to find my future

Still my heart still needs to know

Yes let this be a sign

Let this road be mine

Let it lead me to my past

Courage see me through

Heart I'm trusting you

To bring me home."

Nikita ran and played with a new found child like wonder he didn't know he had. Happiness finally filled his entire being for once in a very long time. Finally he came upon the hill facing St Petersburg. He threw his arms wide and a smile, of breath taking beauty, cracked across his face.


Me: So there it is hope you guys liked it.