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 bare this mark the Stigma of the Wind.

Voldemort's POV

He was not surprised at the amount of students attending his birthday party this year along with the adults both Professors and non. In the crowd standing out though were several nervous looking grey robed men and women. Most of those in grey were adults but they were still waiting on a single one to make it. Apparently the young man had been sent out to gather potion ingredients before he ordered all squibs to attend the party.

It was over an hour ago that he had sent Severus to fetch his ward for the party. Many of his followers were unhappy about having to share the party with the squibs but the news he had learned was intriguing enough for him to test it. His eyes were drawn to the entrance as the door opened revealing his potion master, the Malfoy heir, and another young man. His eyes were immediately drawn to the third individual who was warily searching the crowd for threats.

The boy had messy black hair that was a trademark of the Potter family line but was most interesting was his killing curse eyes. The boy was not as naïve as one would think for being a teenager. With guarded eyes the boy met his own. He knew there was something different about this child more than him being a squib the only question was what. The boy tilted his head questioningly at his guardian who shook his head. Now that they were all gathered he said in a loud commanding voice," I would like to first thank everyone for coming to my birthday party. I do have some announcements to make."

This brought everyone's attention to him and Severus' ward's face closed off watching him warily. He continued eyeing the squibs," It has come to my attention that an old branch of magic thought to be extinct has possibly returned. This branch of magic is called spirit magic." He watched with interest as the blood drained from two squibs faces. He was very interested in which two. One was a member of his kitchen staff and the other was Severus' ward. They both looked ready to bolt at a moments notice. So he was correct. There was at least one spirit magic user amongst his squibs.

He continued on watching the two closer now," Now it is said that those who possess the ability for spirit magic cannot use a wand making them a squib in our world. If you are a spirit magic user come forward your gift should be known not hidden." The young kitchen worker stepped forward and said bravely," My Lord, I did not know how it would be seen. I thought I would be hunter down like an animal so I his my abilities. My name is Jason Hunter a half blood. I control the spirits of fire."

Several of his inner circle sneered at the man not taking him on his word alone. What interested him was how contemplative Severus' ward looked. His attention returned to Hunter as a red light began to surround him. After a moment a red fireball appeared in his hand. While many of the squibs and wizards looked impressed the one that had his attention most of the evening looked... was that a bored expression on his face? Who was this child?

Harry's POV

After getting dragged to the Dark Lord's party I was horrified to learn that he suspected spirit magic users had made their return. What surprised me was that there was another magic user but he used spirits of fire. Fire was the best offensive of the four spirit magics but it was also the slowest to use. Jason Hunter a man I had only met a few times barely seemed to make the rank of practioner. The second lowest rank on the scale. Even from what I read on fire magic users he was slow on drawing the spirit of fire to him. Hunter would be of little use in combat.

All the while I could feel the Dark Lord's eyes on me examining my reactions. Unlike Hunter I was not so trusting of the man to keep his word. If he got anymore suspicious it would likely mean it was time for me to disappear. It hurt to think about leaving Severus after all this time. He had taken me under his wing when no one else would ignoring the fact that to their world I was a squib. The Dark Lord's eyes were on me again but I kept my focus on Severus. Could I really leave? Where would I go from here if I did?

The Dark Lord said interrupting my thoughts," If there is no one else that is wanting to come forward let us move outside to view the fireworks. Know this if there are more of you we will find you eventually." I thought to myself,: You will never find out my secret Lord Voldemort. This I swear.: With that said I followed the other squibs out to the courtyard where we could watch the fireworks. Unlike muggle fireworks wizard ones moved around sometimes doing dances or things similar. To those of us that had never seen them it was an eventual evening. It was definitely something I would never forget.

It wasn't until the next day that I found out that the Dark Lord wasn't just searching Hogwarts but the rest of the community as well. When I went to Severus' kitchen I found this mornings Daily Prophet. It read:

Dark Lord finds Long Forgotten Magic?

This reporter was surprised to discover that last night at our esteemed leader's birthday party that there were squibs in attendance. Each of the squibs were wearing the required grey robes to mark them as such. In previous years if a squib dared to try and crash a party they would be severely punished. Instead it seemed they had all been ordered there. At an hour past whether fireworks were due to start a final squib finally joined the party accompanied by Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. One would wonder why two high ranking members of society would hang around with a squib?

This reporter found out that the squib that accompanied them was none other than Harry Potter. His parents James and Lily Potter were prominent light supporters back in the first war. So why was he at the party? He is Severus Snape's assistant in potion making. It went around quickly the reason he was late was due to him getting necessary potion ingredients from the Forbidden Forest. When he does arrive the Dark Lord announces that an old form of magic long thought to he extinct has arisen once more.

This magic is called spirit magic. It comes in one of four forms. Water, earth, fire and wind. No one was more surprised than myself when the Dark Lord's suspicions were proven correct when a young squib stepped forward.

His name is Jason Hunter claiming to be a fire spirit magic user and was able to pull tiny red balls toward him thus creating a fireball. All in attendance were surprised and intruiged at this new display of magic. All except for one squib by the name of Harry Potter. Instead of looking at him expectantly the teenager almost seemed disappointed. What secrets is this young man hiding? For now we must wait and see. Our lord does SK that anyone with abilities of spirit magic to come forward as soon as possible.

For more information on spirit magic see pg 2

For more in for on Harry Potter see pg 5

I groaned aloud when I finished Reding the article. How many people had my disappointment in my fellow spirit magic user? I hate nosy reporters from the Prophet. To make matters worse the wind spirits were more aggravated than the night before. What the hell was going on?