A/N Well here we go. Another rewrite. This time it's for Spirits of the Wind. Tell me what you think.

Marvolo's POV

It had been a month since his return to a body. Only two weeks since he regained his old body back instead of the snake like man that he had been. With his old body he had gained back some of his sanity.

With his sanity now intact he knew he could not continue to go about the war like he had. Too much magical blood would be spilt. Their numbers were too low as it was. Another war would wipe them out completely.

Through some old texts he found a way to regain a standing in the world without being punished. He had Lucius and Benjamin Nott working on it. As it stood his hearing was set for two days later.

Another thing he had been searching for was an heir. The search had been frustratingly slow. He had to find a parselmouth child but so far he hadn't been able to find one.

A knock on the door drew his attention. He said," Enter."

Lucius Malfoy walked in. The younger man bowed deeply but there was determination in his eyes. It caught his interest.

He asked waving Lucius over," Lucius what do you have?"

The blond said," Fudge is in denial. He will not believe that Potter is telling the truth. He told me what Dumbledore tried to make him do. To Remove control over Azkaban from the Dementors, to send envoys to the giants, tell everyone. He even told me, that Snape showed his arm in his face, forcing him to step back." Lucius face got cautious at that, but the nodding of his Lord's head showed him that this was no news to him. "I do not think that there will be a problem from this side in the next time. They are all in severe denial. And as the saying goes, there is no one as blind as those that won't see."

"How does he explain the death of this other boy? Diggory?" asked Voldemort, cautiously sitting down in the plush seat behind the desk and setting the empty vial down in front of him.

"He claims that one of the monsters in the maze of the last task got to him."

"What about Bartemius? Any word about him?" He was getting tired again, he needed to rest soon. But first he had some questions to asks and tasks to give out.

Lucius was standing, trembling slightly, in front of his own desk and tried to not show his pain, fear and weariness "He left the castle right after Potter came back. He deemed it too dangerous to stay, too big a risk." He shuffled his feet "I got a floo call from Benjamin Nott, saying that he arrived there a few minutes ago."

"Very well", he closed his eyes for a moment, just a few orders and he could lie down until morning. "I want information about how many witches and wizards are currently living in Britain. Get me the expected size of next year's first year class at Hogwarts. How many of the children will be from muggle homes? How many married couples are there, that are capable and likely to get more children in the next years?"

Lucius seemed perplexed for a moment about his last comment and the sarcasm in the last words, but bowed again "Of course, my Lord. Am I allowed to get help from one of the others?"

"Yes. I want this information as soon and as fast as possible. Try to stay unnoticed." Voldemort stood once again. "Call an elf to show me my rooms."

"As you wish my Lord. Tally!"

A young elf in a crisp white pillowcase with the Malfoy crest embroidered on it popped into the study and bowed to both wizards. "How can Tally helps her master?"

"Show our Lord to his rooms and get him everything he might need or ask for."

At this order Tally bowed again, so that her long ears brushed over the parquet "If Masters Master would follow Tally."

Harry's POV

Harry checked around the corner to be sure his aunt and uncle's room door was shut. To his immense relief it was and snores could be heard from inside. If he was going to run it had to be now. Hefting his pack higher onto his shoulder be made his way down the hall. Once downstairs he went to the front door and paused for a moment.

He had let Hedwig go to the Weasley's so she wasn't in danger. His trunk and other supplies were locked in the cupboard. In his pack was the Mauraders map, his invisibility cloak, and his wand. He had only so much space in the pack so he had to make a hard decision on what he was going to take. Like leaving behind the photo album. Maybe one day he could return for it.

He unlocked the door and slipped outside without a second thought. He couldn't stay here. Not after the beating his uncle gave him. It had been so bad it nearly killed him. It had awoken something inside him. Something dangerous.

Flashback

It hurt to breathe even shallowly. His magic was working to try and repair the damage but wasn't having much success.

A dark voice said with a chuckle," You are dying little human. Even as powerful as you are your magic cannot save you. I can though."

He blinked several times. A blue sphere appeared in front of him. Coughing painfully he asked," Why would you... save me? I'm just a freak of the boy who lived. No one cares to know the real me."

The blue orb replied," You are the first person in over a hundred years that has what it takes to be a contactor. A mage of a long forgotten form of magic. If you agree to hear me out I will heal you regardless of your decision."

With nothing left to lose he nodded. He would hear it out. Anything was better than dying. Right?

A gentle blue light surrounded his body dulling the pain. He could feel the broken ribs shift back into their original positions. The punctured lung healed itself. Extraordinary. Not even Madame Prompfrey could do that. What was this ball of light?

Once his wounds were healed it said," Now sit up. We have much to discuss and little time to do it in. Especially if you want to escape tonight."

He sat up surprised that there wasn't any lingering pain. He felt better than he had since the beginning of the summer.

Once he was settled the blue light turned into a man. His eyes were a kind of blue that he had never seen before. Like Harry he had dark hair. If he was to put an age on him it would be mid to late forties.

The man said watching him carefully," I am the Spirit King of the Wind. For many years I have watched you struggle and grow. After watching your uncle almost kill you I decided to intervene."

"Spirit King?" He was confused. He had never heard of such a thing.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he said," In this world there are two forms of magic. Magic used through the body and a wand is the first. Elemental spirit magic is the second. All who use spirit magic are called mages. At one point someone in their family line has contracted with a Spirit King. That is what I want you to do with me. I wish to entrust you with my powers."

To be a contractor? What all would that entail? There had to be some kind of trap enlayed with it.

Sensing his mistrust the King said," You have been hurt and faced many hardships in your life. If you accept my offer the spirits of the Wind will accept you as their master. They will be at your beck and call. They will protect you as their contractor. This life is not without hardships. With the return of spirits and mages an opposing force must rise in order to keep the balance. Yomas are what myths and legends of this world call demons. Some are worse than others. If you accept the contract you will be fighting against them. Though you won't be alone. No doubt the other Spirit Kings have sensed my intentions to make a contract and are looking for their own."

Everything about this deal had been up front. He was expected to keep the balance of the world. Not to save it. That would be a step up from how he was with the Wizarding world.

Carefully he nodded. This was the best chance he would get at a somewhat normal life. He would not squander it away.

End of flashback

A gentle push of wind sent him stumbling towards the north. If he hadn't heard about the spirits of the wind he would have thought it was a wizard. For now he would follow their guidance. To the North it was.

Severus' POV

Severus was enjoying a cup of tea after in his quarters. He had made all of the potions mediwitch asked him to make. His summer would be infinitely less hectic with those done. Though he did have a trip planned to gather some rare ingredients. He needed to stay close in case he was called.

He was startled when Albus' voice came through his floo as it flared green," Severus I need you to come through immediately."

With a sigh he placed his cup on the coffee table. Then he went through the floo. To his surprise he wasn't the only one in the office. Minerva, Moody, Black and Lupin were all there. He raised an eyebrow at the headmaster who gestured for him to come in.

The old man said gravelly," The wards around 4 Private Drive have fallen."