Eyes as blue as the azure sky that is the symbol of the contractor. Entrusted by the Spirit King of the Wind with the powers of his domain. I bear this mark the Stigma of the Wind.
Harry's POV
A yawn escaped me as I was walking back from the Forbidden Forest after collecting ingredients for Severus. I had been working as his assistant since I was just over eight years old. He had taken me under his wing after finding me outside an abandoned rebel camp. I had only spent three years with the rebels but even seven years after my rescue I still had nightmares. In this world I am considered a squib because I can't use a wand. There was no one not Severus or the rebels that knew the truth. I was a spirit magic user. One who specialized in wind magic.
I was not a squib but a spirit magic user. According to the history book all spirit magic users were thought to be extinct. There was a good chance that they were... that is until the rebels tried to kill me and left me for dead. That had awakened my dormant air magic abilities. A brief gust of wind hit my causing me to tilt my head slightly listening to the spirits. So far they were silent but that little puff of wind was foreboding something to come. What were they trying to warn me about?
With a sigh I made my way inside the castle using the wind magic to hide my presence from the students and teachers. There were a lot more people at the castle than normal for it was the ruler of the magical world's birthday. As a squib I was allowed to attend the party. Hell I was lucky to be allowed in the school as an assistant. When I arrived at the dungeons I dispelled the spirits surrounding me so I wouldn't startle anyone still around. I opened the door that led to the potions stock room and began to sort out the ingredients. I was almost done when I felt a presence approaching the door.
I waited ready to defend myself if necessary. It proved not to be when Draco walked in. He smiled and said," There you are scar head. Do you know how long I have been trying to find you?" I shook my head. I didn't know or care how long the pompous little ass had been trying to find me. We had developed a mutual agreement of ignoring each other when forced to interact. Draco being Severus godson was a frequent visitor to his labs and I was in there often enough for it to be a problem if we fought.
Draco was prattling on about something that I instinctively tuned out as I finished with my duties. The sense of foreboding from earlier had not gone away if anything it intensified. I was going to stay in the dungeons all night if nothing went wrong. I wanted no part of whatever was about to happen. Finally Draco's waving arms brought my attention back to the part. At my questioning glance he asked," You haven't heard a word I said have you? Damn it Scar head if you would just listen to me for once you could actually have fun."
His version of fun would likely get me killed one way or another. I said decisively," Draco I have no intention on getting myself killed by following you. I am a squib and not allowed to attend parties. So if you will excise me..." He grabbed my arm and said his voice practically a whine," Oh come on scar head it won't be that bad. There will be too many people there for someone to notice a single squib."
A gust of wind that thankfully Draco passed off as just a draft blew in our faces. What was going on? Something had the wind spirits riled like nothing I had ever seem before. I vaguely wondered if there was a powerful Yoma nearby. I truly hoped not. If there was one nearby it would put me at risk of revealing not only my control over the spirits of the wind but my most guarded secret. I blinked in surprise to find that Draco was pulling me down the corridor towards the quarters I shared with Severus.
I was surprised to find my guardian standing there. Normally he would already be at the party. So what was he doing here in the dungeons? He gave me a once over grimacing at all the dirt on my robes before he said," Harry you need to shower and wear something presentable. The Dark Lord wants everyone in Hogwarts at his party including squibs." Son of a bitch! This was not would not end well. It must have something to do with the spirits of the wind trying to warn me.