Hey guys hows it going? Sorry for not updating in so long but a lot of things happened. I explained in another chapter of one of the other stories ive written so im not gonna redo it here. Point is a lot happened but now im back. I hope you enjoy this bit. I tried to put more of the character in there then just a rendition of the movie. Let me know what you think. Oh this isnt beta so there might be a few i missed, sorry. Just let me know and ill fix them.


Patiently waiting in line for a train ticket stood Nikita, eagerly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he held Hedwig in his arms. When his turn was finally up he pushed some money up onto the tall desk and gave a wide smile.

"One ticket to Paris please."

The ticket agent gave him a sneer, his yellow teeth peeking through his deformed grotesque mouth.

"Exit visa?" he asked, holding out his hand in anticipation.

"Exit visa?" asked Nikita with confusion on his face.

Anger over took the face of the ticket agent. "No exit visa, no ticket!" He yelled, spit flying before slamming the shutters closed. With a look of shock on his face Nikita backed up.

"Oh…ummm…"

"PSST."

Jerking around to face an old sweeper women Nikita leaned forward as the women cupped a hand around her mouth and breathed onion scented words into his face.

"See Draco…he can help."

Nikitas eyes widened. "Where can I find him?" he asked eagerly.

The old women looked around in suspicion and paranoia and quickly said. "At the old Palace, but you didn't hear that from me!" she whispered fiercely.

"Oh…" said Nikita a look of contemplation on his face. The old women gave an annoyed look and ushered him away with a way of her hand.

"Go, go, go, go." She edged before slinking away herself.

Watching her go Nikita gave the name a try. "Hmmm, Draco."


Several miles away Draco and Blaise sat at a large table with stacks and stacks of Resume's and names laid out before them. The two slouched as they listened to men trying to act like Prince Harry, each more horrendous than the last. In Draco's hand sat an enormously long roster that spilled to the floor from the top of the desk, of the names of the men in front of him.

Looking over at Blaise in obvious disdain Draco crossed out another name from the, seemingly, never ending list.

"And I look like the prince, and I dance like a feather." The horrible acting man said as he attempted to wow, Blaise and Draco.

Draco rubbed at his eyes and waved his hand in a dismissing motion. "Okay, hmm, thank you, thank you, whatever. Next please!" He yelled.

Next out walked an obviously old man with a cigarette in his mouth. "Grandpa. It's me, Harry..." he said with no emotion. Giving a grunt he scratched at his stubble and gave them a deadpan stare. 'Well.' It seemed to say.

All Draco and Blaise could do was stare at him in shock and disgust. With an undignified groan Blaise slammed his head on the table, while Draco sat back in his chair and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Oh brother…"


A little while later saw Draco and Blaise leaving the theater.

"That's it Draco. Game over. Our last kopeck gone for this flea-infested theater, and still no boy to pretend to be Harry!" ranted Blaise as he threw resumes of the horrible Harry wannabes to the ground.

Draco shook his head in vehemence and grabbed onto Blaise's arm.

"We'll find Him, Blaise. He's here somewhere, right under our noses." Pulling out the music box he waved it in Blaise's face. "Don't forget, one look at this jewelry box and the Emperor will think we've brought the real Harry..." bumping into someone Draco barely gave them the time of day as he steered Blaise down the street. "... and before he catches on, we'll be off spending the ten million rubles."

Unbeknownst to them they bumped into Nikita who quickly looked back to apologize before turning back to the man in front of him. "I'm looking for the Catherine. Do you know where that is?"

Shaking his head the man replied with a curt. "There's nothing there. No, no there's no one living there, go on. " He said shooing Nikita off.


Later on that afternoon Nikita and Hedwig slowly made their way through the gates of the old palace. Quietly making it up to an old boarded up door, Nikita peeked inside while Hedwig slipped in through the cracks. Urgently Nikita called for her.

"Hedwig! Hedwig! Hedwig, where are you?" Pulling on the loose board Nikita fell back with an 'oomph' as it broke off making a loud banging noise that echoed through the palace.


Sitting by the fire Blaise and Draco enjoyed their dinner when a loud bang startled Draco. "Did you hear that?" He asked Blaise suddenly.

Blaise gave him a blank look before shaking his head and continuing to eat. With a grunt Draco pushed himself off his chair and out into the dark hallway.


Entering the vestibule of the Winter Palace Nikita looked around in wonder, Hedwig dutifully following behind him. Slowly making his way up the stairs he couldn't help but marvel at the high ceilings and rich walls. "Hello! Anybody home!" He yelled.

Removing his scarf, he lazily dragged it as he crossed the floor to the stairs and up to the second floor. Walking through one of the many open doors Nikita wondered toward the decorated table filled with dust. Looking at the deserted table, curiosity got the better of him as he picked up a gold plate and blew the dust off. Looking at his refection he had a sudden glimpse of a man, with messy black hair and a beaming smile twirl him around in happiness.

Shaking his head at the weird random thought he placed the plate back on the table and continued to explore the deserted room. Walking over to an equally dusty vase he marveled at its beauty as he lightly brushed his hands over it.

"It's like a memory from a dream." He whispered quietly to himself.

"Dancing Bears, painted wings, things I almost remember, and a song. Someone sings, once upon a December."

Making his way through one of the double doors that stood open, almost as if greeting him, Nikita found himself in the ballroom.

"Someone holds me safe a warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully, across my memories!"

Sliding out of his coat and slipping off his gloves Nikita stood at the top of the stares overlooking the entire ball room. Then as if by magic, the ballroom turned into a thing of beauty, as if it were plucked out of a fairy tale. Royal ghost long since pasted, graced the floor once again with their dancing as Nikita looked on in wonder.

Making his way down the long stair case he bowed to imaginary ghosts and smiled as if greeting someone special. Reaching the bottom of the stairs he twirled around the floor, weaving in and out of ghostly dancers.

"Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully across my memory!"

Elegantly he danced and bowed to the royals in his fantasy as they played around him, smiling at him the whole time. With a twirl, he was no longer in his hand me down rags from the orphanage but in a beautifully woven robe that flowed down his body like water.

"Far away! Long Ago! Glowing dim as an ember."

Further up emerging from the portrait were the Tsar and wife themselves. Beautiful smiles appeared on their faces as they watch Nikita dance among the haunting specters, with a look of peace on his face.

"Things my heart used to known. Things it yearn to remember."

Making his way down the stairs the fantastical ghosts bowed their heads in respect to the Tsar. Catching Nikita as he twirled around again, they danced together in easy rhythm. As their dance came to an end, the Tsar reached up with a sad smile and placed a loving kiss to Nikitas forehead.

"And a song someone sings. Once upon a December."

Watching him back away Nikita bowed and fell to the floor sadness in his eyes as he bowed his head.

"Hey! What are you doing in here?"

With that yell the fantasy was broken. The beautiful ballroom fell away and all that was left was the dingy disgusting thing it had become. With a gasp Nikita looked up in fear and began to run to the stairs and exit.

"Hey!" yelled Draco as he took off after him. Blaise rolling his eyes and following at a more sedate pace. "Hey!" Yelled Draco again.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, hold on a minute. Hold on!" He yelled as he closed the distance between him and Nikita. With a sigh of defeat Nikita stopped running and turned back towards Draco at the end of the landing.

"Now, how did you get in he-here" Draco began before he cut himself off and stared at Nikita as he was caught in a ray of light. His mouth dropped as he took in the striking resemblance he had to the painting of the prince behind him.

Nikita rolled his eyes and gave a shrug, breathing heavily from his run up the stairs. Hedwig who was still at the end of the stairs began to sniff at Draco's leg before letting out a quite growl. Nikita raised an eyebrow at that. 'Seems Hedwig doesn't like him.' He thought.

"Excuse me." Blaise said as he slowly approached from behind Draco. Reaching out Draco gripped him before he could say much else to Nikita.

"Blaise!" he said pointing. "Do you see what I see?" Blaise squinted at Nikita before his eyes widened a fraction then he smirked. "Yes, yes I do." Ignoring Draco who looked down at the quite growling to mumble. "Dog." Blaise sauntered his way up the stairs and to Nikita who looked at the two of them expectantly.

With an aggravated sigh Nikita had enough with the staring and spoke first.

"Are you Draco?" he asked.

Picking up the dog with a condescending. "Hmm…Dog cute."

And handing it to Blaise as he passed him. Draco smirked as he looked down into Nikita eyes. "Perhaps…that all depends on who's looking for him."

Nikita scowled but spoke up anyway. "My name is Nikita. I need travel papers. They say you're the man to see, though I'm not supposed to tell you who said that." Draco began to circle Nikita eyeing him up and down mumbling 'hmmmm'. Jerking around to keep him in his sight Nikita snapped at him.

"Hey! Wha-Why are you circling me?! What were you a vulture in another life" He accused hands coming to rest on his slender hips in his annoyance. Waving his hand dismissively Draco says condescendingly.

"Hmm…Oh, yeah, sorry Niki."

With his scowl still firmly in place Nikita poked Draco in his chest exaggerating every syllable of his name.

"Ni-ki-ta!"

"Nikita, it's just ... just that you look an awful lot like ... Never mind ... Now, you said something about travel papers?" he said.

Nikita gave him a skeptical look but sighed. "Yes…I'd like to go to Paris."

Draco looked excited for a moment before hiding it away with a look of contemplation. Nikita gave him a nod and with a small beautiful smile on his face. Draco stared for a moment before breaking out of it and shaking his head. 'Stay on track.' He thought. Giving Blaise a knowing look, he frowned when he was ignored in favor of Blaise lifting Hedwig to his face so the little dog could lick at him. Giving a deep chuckle as the small dog gained enthusiasm and tried to smother his face in saliva Blaise looked back at Draco with a look telling him to carry on.

Scowling at his friend, Draco turned back to Nikita who was standing there impatiently, and gave him a charming smile.

"Let me ask you something, Nikita was it ... Is there a last name that goes with that?"

Nikita looked down ashamedly and fiddled with a small golden necklace around his neck. "Well, actually ... This is going to sound crazy ... I don't know my last name. I was found wondering around when I was 8 years old."

Draco shook his head as if sympathizing. "And before that ... before you were eight?" He asked.

With a frustrated wave of his hands Nikita growled slightly. "Look, ah look, I know it's strange but I don't remember. I have very few memories of my past."

Draco quietly mumbled to himself. "Hmmmm, that's perfect actually."

Ignoring his little mumbling problem Nikita talked over him. "I do know one fact, and that's Paris."

"Paris?"

"Right. So, so can you two help me or not?"

Draco quickly turned to Blaise and was about to ask for the tickets when they were already being shoved in his face. Blaise giving him a mocking smirk over the top of the tickets. Snatching them out of his hands Draco growled. Turning back to Nikita with a smile he said. "Ah sure would like to ... in fact, oddly enough, we're going to Paris ourselves."

Shoving the tickets into the air he waved them around. "Ah, and I've got three AW ... well, this one is," he said as he threw the fourth and unneeded ticket to the side, "but I've got tickets here." Nikita hopped up hating his short stature as Draco easily held them over his head.

"Eh, unfortunately the third one is for him," he said pointing to the portrait behind Nikita. "Harry."

Nikita whirled around and gazed at the large intimidating painting of the royal family. "Oh." He said breathlessly.

Grabbing one arm while Blaise grabbed the other they led Nikita to the side where another portrait hung.

"We are going to reunite the Grand Duke Harry with his grandfather." Blaise said. His thick drawl spilling right into Nikitas ear and making him shiver.

With a jerk of his hand Draco had Nikita turning toward him. "You do kind of resemble him." He said offhandedly.

"The same Green eyes." Blaise said getting into Nikitas personal space and causing him to go crossed eyed. Draco all the while nodding on the other side.

"The Potter eyes." He agreed.

"James' smile." Blaise said again.

"Lilly's chin." Draco added in.

Each one causing Nikita to turn his head and look at them crazy before his hand was grabbed by Blaise.

"Oh, look he even has the grandfather's hands!"

Nikita gives him a funny look before snatching his hand back. "He's the same age, the same physical type." Draco listed.

Finally Nikita put a stop to it and glared at the two of them. "Are you trying to tell me that you think that I am Harry?" he gave them a deadpan look. "Yeah right."

"All I'm trying to tell you is that I've seen thousands of boys all over the country and not one of them looks as much like the Grand Duke as you do. I mean look at the portrait." He said pointing to the large painting in front of them. Looking at Draco Nikita shook his head.

"I knew you were crazy from the beginning, but now I think you are both mad."

"Why? You don't remember what happened to you..." he said.

"No one knows what happened to her." Blaise added.

"You're looking for family in Paris." Draco brought up.

"And her only family is in Paris." Blaise helped out.

"Ever thought about the possibility?" Draco asked. Nikita pin ponged his head back and forward as they continued to speak.

"That I could be royalty?" He said disbelief clear in his voice. Both Blaise and Draco nod.

"Well I don't know ... it's kind of hard to think of yourself as a Duke when you're sleeping on a damp floor. But sure, yeah, I guess every lonely boy would hope he's a Prince." Nikita looked up and looked into the emerald green eyes of the young boy. Captivated by the likeness of their eye color. With a covert look to Blaise, Draco walked away.

"And somewhere ... One little boy is." Blaise whispered to Nikita trying to snag him into their plot. Draco exasperated that Blaise was still talking to him, turns and walks back to them to retrieve him.

"Really wish we could help, but the third ticket is for the Grand Duke Harry." He sing songed as he pulled Blaise away. With a dishearten sigh, Nikita continued to stare up into the painting.

"Why didn't you tell him about our brilliant plan?" Blaise hissed aggravated at Draco for dragging him away.

"All he wants to do is go to Paris. Why give away a third of the reward money." He shrugged uncaring.

"I'm telling you ... We're walking away too soon." Blaise argued getting angry.

Draco smirked. "Not to worry, I got it all under control. All right, but walk a little slower." He said as he put a hand on Blaise chest to slow him down. Blaise growled.

"You better be right."

"Three ... Two ... One." Draco counted off. Right on cue Nikita came running down the stairs calling Draco's name.

"Draco!" He yelled.

Draco and Blaise smirked. "Ha, right in the palm of our hand."

Turning slowly Draco acted like he had barely heard him. "Di ... Did you call me?"

Nikita approached him shrugging nonchalantly. "If I don't remember who I am, then who's to say I'm not a prince or a duke or whatever he is ... Right?" He said.

"Hmm ... Go on."

"Yeah, and if I'm not Harry, the Emperor will certainly know right away ... and it's all just an honest mistake." He said with a shrug.

"Sounds plausible." Draco agreed.

"But if you are the prince, then you'll finally know who you are and have your family back." Blaise said as he settled up next to Nikita.

"You know, he's right! Either way, it gets you to Paris." Draco said laughing.

Nikita beamed and stuck his hand out, Draco took it and shook it till Nikita gripped to hard and caused an old injury of Draco's to mess up.

"Right!" Said Nikita, completely unaware of Draco's pain. Shaking it off Draco bowed in a flourish and announced in a loud voice. "May I present his Royal Highness the Grand Duke Harry."

As Draco and Blaise bow, the announcement of the name "Harry" echoed throughout the room. Even the tapestries shuttered in response to the name, as Draco, Blaise, and Nikita exited the ballroom.

"Hedwig we are going to Paris!" Nikita announced brightly only for Draco to snap.

"The dog stays."

Nikita glared. "What are you talking about, the dog goes." Draco glared back.

"The dog does not go."

"I say he's going." Nikita said swaggering off in front of Draco.

"I'm allergic to dogs." Was Draco's last attempt as Nikita called back.

"I don't care."