A/N Thank you for the reviews and support. I was surprised by the sheer amount of support I was given to this ff. Thank you to everyone.

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Severus' POV

He and Albus both made their way down private drive. From what they could see nothing was wrong about the house. Nothing to tell them why the wards fell so suddenly.

Albus knocked on the door. From inside they could hear muffled swearing and loud footsteps. It was as if an elephant was coming closer to them.

Severus thoughts were not far off the mark. When the door opened a walrus sized man stood there. The man turned a nasty shade of purple at the sight of them.

He shouted," You freaks! Get away from my house. If you are here to bring the boy back we won't take him!"

Severus felt a hand enclose around his almost nonexistent heart. Surely they couldn't be talking about Potter? He was supposed to be a pampered spoiled brat.

Albus for his part went extremely pale as he asked," Harry isn't here?"

The man shouted," Of course not! The freak ran away last night! Good riddance I say. He was a lazy good for nothing!"

Severus had to force himself not to curse the man. He was just realizing how wrong they had been about Potter's home life. Though it did make him wonder where the boy was now. There hadn't been any word from the ministry so he didn't use magic.

Albus said the twinkle gone from his eyes," Show us his things and his room. Maybe we can discern where he went."

After a few moments of arguing the muggle allowed them in. The room they were led to had more locks on it than a bank vault. When they entered Severus caught the heavy scent of blood. It was further evidenced by the blood stains on the bed. Was Potter even still alive? There was so much blood in the room it made him doubt that the boy left of his own will.

On the ground he spied something only spoken about in legends. A blue circle. It was azure like the sky. If he had not been looking for something out of place he would have missed it. A contractors mark.

Contractor or rank 5 spirit mages were thought to be extinct. Wizards were thought to have lived alongside them in centuries past. The ladt known contractor was an Earth contractor Salazar Slytherin himself. If the mark was there that meant the boy might be a contractor.

He almost shook his head at the ridiculousness of it. Spirit King didn't show themselves to humans anymore. Not since the times of the founders and Merlin himself. The most reclusive king was the Spirit King of the Wind. If the old stories were true this was his mark. The mere thought of Potter contracting with him was ludicrous.

Albus asked from the other side of the room," Did you find anything Severus?"

"Albus come look at this. Is this what I think it is?"

The older wizard moved to take a look. At first the older wizard seemed confused then realization dawned in his eyes.

The man said breathlessly," A Spirit King's contractor mark. That's impossible. There hasn't been a contactor in centuries."

Severus asked," Could it be that he drew it here? Not knowing its importance."

Albus said his eyes never leaving the mark on the floor," It's possible."

While it was possible both men knew it was highly unlikely. This could be the start of a new age of mages. It could be very good or very had depending on the strength of the mages.

In the stories with the coming of mages also came demons. Creatures of darkness that cared not for the will of men. They solely cared about killing and spilling blood. Magical or not they didn't care as long as their blood lust was sated.

If Potter brought back the ancient magic of spirits then the demons wouldn't be far behind. Severus could only hope that they were wrong but he highly doubted it.

Before anything else could be said or even thought on the matter his mark burned. The Dark Lord was calling him. If matters couldn't become any worse.

Albus said concerned," Go I'll continue from here. Tell him whatever you must."

Severus nodded before leaving the house. Once outside he apparated to the Malfoy manor where the Dark Lord was currently hiding. He was not looking forward to this conversation.

Harry's POV

Three days of travelling to the north led him to a small village. The moment he stepped foot in it he could feel the magic. The village was full of it. This was the first time he had been in a Wizarding village besides Hogsmede.

It didn't take long for the villagers to notice him. He was wearing three times his size clothes. It was only thanks to a belt they stayed on his thin frame. As he came closer the villagers stepped away. Weariness and suspicion clear in their gazes. For a moment he hesitated. In response to his hesitation the wind gave him a gentle push of encouragement. Not for the first time in three days he wondered if he had lost his mind.

The response to the unexpected gust of wind was astonishing. All the villagers took a large step forward curiosity clear in their eyes. Gone was the suspicion. Now there was a sense of eagerness and curiosity.

A rumbling voice asked causing the villagers part," What is going on here?"

An older man in his late fifties early sixties appeared. His hair was a salt and pepper color. His eyes were grey similar to that of Sirius.

The man looked him up and down before saying," Follow me."

Without questioning the other he followed him. He was led to a tall building that could be a town hall. They didn't pause instead went straight inside. After being led three long hallways they entered a room. It seemed to be a meeting room. His eyes were drawn to an azure blue chair. Before he knew what he was doing he sat in the chair.

The man said his eyes never leaving Harry," So it's true then. You are a contractor. Not just any contractor but the contractor to the Spirit King of the Wind."

He asked confused," You knew? How?"

The man said with a faint smile," We may not be mages like yourself Mr. Potter but the spirits still speak to us."

Harry flinched at the use of his true name. Even this far out he was still recognizable. As if sensing his thoughts a gust of wind blew gently into his face. It seemed no matter where he went the Wind would follow and guide him.

The man said," You will be safe here. No one gets past our wards without an invitation or are guided by one of the spirits. My name is Jacob and I am the village elder."

Harry said unsurely," I'm Harry Potter. Should I be saying that here? As soon as people know I'm gone they will be looking for me."

Jacob smiled knowingly as he said," You can or change it. Be sure to let me know what you decide. As I said those who are looking for you will not be able to enter this village. It is a sanctuary to mages such as yourself."

Harry bowed his head in acceptance. After a moment of silence he said," Evan Webb. No one outside will suspect me with a name like that."

The man said nodding," I think not Mr. Webb."

Harry gave a shy smile to the man. Maybe things would work out here. For now he needed to learn to control his new abilities.