A/N: Hello Lovelies, this be my new idea for a fic, and I hope that you all like it!

Chapter One: The Olde Ways

I looked down at the thick book in front of me wearily and wondered just what I had been thinking when I bought it. It had been an accident with the floo. It was my first time with it, after all. I just said the words wrong and ended up in a shop I had no business being in. And then I as caught after hiding and I had to make up something quick.

Instead of being a good Gryffindor like I should have been, I went into my Slytherin tendencies and bought a book that looked interesting and just happened to be where I was looking. And then the shop owner questioned me about it, I channeled my inner Malfoy and turned up my nose before telling him that if I wanted to be questioned about my choice in reading I wouldn't have been shopping there. The worst part was that he didn't question me after that and gave me the book.

I had forgotten about it after Hagrid had gotten me out of the ally, but it seemed as if the world had a different plan for it. My twelve year old self looked from the book to the owl that had dumped it in my lap and back to the book. It was clear that Hedwig wanted me to read the book, and I know that she has never led me wrong before. So just I was going to trust in her and read the damn book. I did own it, after all.

I examined the book closely after that, and I really, really looked at it. The cover was made of hard yet thin leather that had been tanned black while under a clear lacquer the words were made out of what looked like powdered ivory, maybe bone. It was thick, not as thick as the book that Hermione had brought out first year when she mentioned a bit of light reading, but thicker than my other school books. There was a feel to it that I was trying to get used to. It didn't seem evil, but I thought that it had power to it.

I opened the book to the first page and saw that I still could not read it. Looking up and seeing Hedwig's glare, I kept my exasperation to myself and without understanding it I traced my finger over the unknown words. There was an uncomfortable feeling within my mind that happened after that, and I didn't know what to think of it. Then, as if compelled, I closed the book and focused on the title. Like magic I was able to read the ivory writing. "Guide to the Olde Ways" was the title of the book.

I would have read more, but Ron decided that it was time for me to join the others, so I hid the book in my trunk and joined the rest of the Weasely's.

I wasn't able to read the book until after I got back to Hogwarts. I just couldn't sleep, and I took the book out. Somehow, it was morning and the book was already read through. I was never good at reading that fast, and I was never that interested usually, but what I was reading not only made sense, but I felt as if I had to learn it.

Furthermore, I knew that I could not tell anyone from the wizarding world about the book that I was reading. I knew that they would take it the wrong way and that they wouldn't understand. Especially since after reading it, I was going to follow it, and what it told were the ways of how the world worked and the balance that must be maintained by the spirits.

The first thing I wanted to do was to create my own focus, an ever changing thing that would help me to focus my magic without a wand. It was customary to make one for yourself for your fifteenth birthday according to the guide that I had been reading, but I knew that I would have to research it and whatnot so that I could actually do it.

But what I needed to do more than that was to connect with the spirit world and befriend a number of them that would help to assist me when I called. They would not work for me; it was simply a ritual to ask them to help me. If I ever called them in a capacity that they didn't like, they could say no. In fact, they would say no if I asked them something that they didn't approve of. It was more like I was working for them if one really looked into the working relationship.

It was Halloween, or the day that the veil was the thinnest that I did this step. I found a room that would come and go when I needed it on the seventh floor, and I asked it or a room to do that in. The results were strange. As I sat there in the center of a circle of runes and some symbols that connected me with the Olde Ways, I connected to seven spirits. The surprising part was that they were all very, very old and powerful. They were all older than the ones that lived in the castle, and rumor had it that the Gray Lady and the Bloody Baron were both over a thousand years old.

But the leader of the seven that I contacted was even stranger than the others. She was clearly powerful, but she spoke to me as if I was her son or something of that nature before she seemed to go mad and say something entirely different. But she would work with me, and that was what truly mattered. I did not know their names; they never gave that to me. In the Olde Ways, to give someone your full name is to give them power over you. Especially in the afterlife.

They did give me very good advice though. The seven also helped with my understanding of just what I was doing and what was expected of me. It was in that moment in time that I was at the point of no return. I had contacted the spirits, and if I were to deviate from my learning of the Olde Ways, the consequences could be anything from nothing happening to my magic being taken in forfeit. But, I really didn't mind that. I was set on learning these ways and following them. If anything I felt deep within me that it was the right thing to do.

That year ended, and I ended up saving Ginny from the basilisk as well as killing a fragment of a soul that not only should have been dead, but that upset the balance of life and death. The Olde Ways were all about the balance. Without it, the world would go into disarray. It was my job to not only help those spirits that were trapped on earth, but also to make sure that the balance between life and death stayed. When it did not, it was my job to ensure that the tipped scales righted themselves.

The next year I planned to take Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures. I would have taken the one on numbers, but I was not interested enough to take it as a class. So instead I intend to read about them in the library.

It was during the summer that things got even more interesting. In a bout of powerful accidental magic, and when the lead spirit decided to play with my relatives a bit, I ended up with an inflated Aunt floating away. I could hear the spirit laughing all the while I packed and left on the Night Buss and she only stopped when I got to the Leaky Caldron.

While staying there, I visited the places I shouldn't again, and I did get a few more books on the Olde Ways and runes as well as a few stones and other things that I could not only use for a focus, but also in the more ritualistic ways of Olde. That included a pack of runes as well. What was even more surprising was that the stones that I elected for the ritual type casting that I knew I would have to do at some point came in a set of seven, and all were a different color and type of stone with a different meaning.

The others that I got I did for the focus that I would be forming in two more years. I planned on making it a bracelet or cuff of leather with stones and runes there to help me. It would be stylized but inconspicuous. Or so I hoped.

The stop at Gringotts was also interesting. I got to go into my family vault as long as it was only for artifacts and not gold that I took out. I got a few more books from there before I was ready to leave. It was an interesting experience to be sure. Also, the goblins seemed to know that I was practicing the Olde Ways somehow. But I didn't ask. If anything they seemed to approve my choice.

That school year at Hogwarts was almost normal. If you don't count the mad man who happened to be my godfather coming in and trying to get to me or something. I was told by the spirits that helped me that he was not the one who betrayed my parents, but also that no one else would listen. Also, I was attacked by dementors a few times, but after learning the patronus charm, I was able to keep them away.

In the end, he was forced on the run again and I had to finish out school knowing that it was back to the Dursely's for me.

I was lucky that my stay was not too long and that I was able to go to the Weasely's not long after the summer started. The world cup was kind of awesome. It was nice to be with friends as well. It was too bad that the old death eater crowd had to go and ruin it.

That school year had promised to be grand. I had been studying everything that caught my interest. With the help of my books was the top student at runes so far, and my two friends were right there supporting me the entire time, even if Hermione was a little jealous and Ron didn't understand why I wanted to do good in that subject, they were there will me as friends. To top it off, there was going to be a tournament that had nothing to do with me! It was amazing!

Those were the thoughts running through my mind as the year started. It was only a year before I needed to make my new focus, and I was already grabbing more materials. I took a trip to the chamber and found the basilisk right where I left the poor thing, and I got what called to me; a vial of venom and a scale from the eyelid. Surprisingly the eyelids were fine, but the eyes were completely gone. It was interesting to say the least.

Then, when I was putting it away, Fawkes came to me and offered a tail feather and a vial of tears. I was awed by the phoenix, and I knew that he had not told Dumbledore that he was coming. That made me even happier. Hedwig also offered a feather from her wing; I was even more honored by that seeing as she had been my constant friend since I had known her. There were only a few more things that I needed, and I knew where I would find them too.

Then the worst thing that could happen happened. I was forced into the tournament that I was sure that I was going to get out of going. Even worse was the fact that everyone turned their back on me. I know that loyalty was a defining trait of Hufflepuff, but I thought that they could at least try to be loyal being my friends.

Surprisingly enough, that entire thing had me getting closer to Neville and Luna of all people; a third year oddball Ravenclaw and the so called cowardly lion of Gryffindor. Not that thought of them as that. In fact, I ended up really close to them. They helped me come up with a plan of attack for the dragon, and then stayed by me even though everyone else was trying to get back in my good books.

I found Luna fascinating once I started to translate just what her creatures meant, she was a wealth of information, and spoke the truth no matter how callus. Also, the spirits told me that she had a touch of the sight. I found it almost funny that although she kept her wand behind her ear and the Claw's thought that she was crazy, they had been smart enough to know that Luna knew things, and when they understood her they did listen. Even if they only listened in between bullying her.

I ended up taking Luna to the Yule Ball as a friend while Neville ended up with a Puff that actually became two during the dance. A Susan Bones went with him, but Hanna Abbot joined the two, and the two girls seemed intent on sharing him. Luna and I shared a laugh about that. She didn't mind that I was a terrible date either, so it was fun. I felt bad for Hermione when Ron decided to be jealous and yell at her for going out with Krum. Personally I thought that he was good for her.

The second task sucked. For one thing I had to last an hour in the lake in order to go and find Luna. This was when my friendship with Neville kicked in and showed us all just how important herbology was. He found out about gillyweed and I was able to pass. Though I did take the hint too seriously and tried to save them all, ending it with two hostages saved by me. A very thankful part vela was glad to thank me for it, though it was rather strange to be kissed on the cheek while my face was being squeezed by her. But whatever.

The final task was when everything went wrong. Cedric ended up dead and Voldemort was back. I tried, I really did, to get back before that happened, but nothing had worked. And then I was almost killed by death eaters again. If it wasn't for my mum and dad along with the other three that he had killed, I wouldn't have made it. The spirits that help me did something too, but I was not sure what.

The night before the train ride back, I was called, if you would call it that, towards the Forbidden Forest, and once there I was approached by a unicorn of all things. She came right up to me and looked me in the eye for a moment before turning her head and plucking two strands of silver hair from her mane and giving them to me. With no words to describe just how much it affected me, I bowed to her, and she reared before leaving. I felt truly blessed that she would do that.

That summer I struggled with nightmares and finding out that everything I knew was wrong or warped in some way. All I wanted was to curl up and cry, but there was no way I could do that with my relatives. Dudley was especially cruel once he caught wind of my nightmares. But it only got worse when I faced dementors and was forced to do a patronus.

And then I was given a letter telling me that I was expelled from Hogwarts and everything seemed to just go downhill. I was so angry that they would do that, and I was depressed that I would be taken away from the castle. But at the same time I was almost to my wits end with the wizarding world in general. They were with me one moment and gone the next. I didn't need to go to Hogwarts any more. I could finish my duty to the wizarding world and leave if I really wanted. I just needed to know how to finish Voldemort before the world drove me to insanity.

I was taken to my godfather's house not long after that. Once there I chewed a few people out before locking myself in the library of all places. But at least that gave me three books on the Olde Ways that the order had overlooked. I put them in my trunk.

After a ton of explanations and a few other things that I was told by Sirius and some of the other Order members, I almost laughed when Mrs. Weasley forced us all to start to clean the next day. I wanted to get everything over and done with, and I wasn't sure how to do that.

My answer came soon after. I was just cleaning when we found it. It was a gaudy locket with a large green S on it. And no one could open it. But when I held it I felt something. It was bad and I knew that I had to do something about it. So I pocketed it and moved on without anyone noticing. It was later that night that I found out what the hell it was. Inside of the locket was a piece of Voldemort's soul, and now I was able to get rid of him forever!

That night I went into the basement of the house and found the ritual space. The first thing that I did was create my new focus so that I could use magic without the Ministry going crazy.

I set the materials out and started in on the mokeskin that I had gotten from the ally. It was a tanned piece of lizard skin that was a dark brown in color instead of the silvery green that the moke was normally. It was about two inches wide and I had cut it just long enough for my wrist. Of course once it was on it was not going to come off. I knew that already.

I then moved all of my materials to the center of the room and moved it into a pentagram that was on the floor. In the space for Earth I placed the seven stones that I had gotten, they were Hematite, Benitoite, Garnet, Obsidian, Emerald, Opal, and Azurite. In the place for Fire I placed the phoenix tears and the tail feather that Fawkes gave me. For Air I had the feather that Hedwig had given me from her wing. Water was the basilisk venom and the scale that I had taken from her eyelid. And finally, for Spirit, I placed the hairs that the unicorn had given me from her mane. The center of the star held the mokeskin piece.

To start I carved a seven pointed star, the elven star or a heptagram depending on who you are talking to, into the center of the leather. From there I placed each stone to one of the points. Then I curved the feathers so that they were on either side of the star but almost looked as if they would move to encircle it together. I swirled the hairs from the unicorn onto the leather to create patterns, and finally I placed the scale from the basilisk on the two edges.

I then carved the rune Sowelu into the center of the star before pouring the venom and tears onto the piece and placing my hand right above the focus that I had created. It smoked and sizzled for a moment, but then there was a flash of light and it curled around my wrist where it was going to stay.

I was finally done, and I looked to my wrist to see how it happened. At the center of the top of my wrist, the heptagram sat with the stones clearly embedded in the leather, and then the two feathers had dissolved into the mokeskin and it looked as if I carved in one silver and blue feather, and a slightly larger red and gold one. There was a silver and white pattern along the two edges that had been made from the unicorn hair, and finally where the two edges meet there was a clasp that was made from the scale of the basilisk that was gleaming green and black and would let no one but myself unclasp the focus due to the properties that was given to it by the mokeskin. Also, because it was from the eyelid of the snake that could kill with a look, no one that wished me ill could see it. But, by far the best part was that it had accepted me.

I loved it, and right away I knew that my wand would never work for me again.

"It is time to deal with the split soul." The woman spirit told me as I looked at the bracelet in awe.

"Right," I answered before I stood and prepared the next ritual that I would have to perform. This would be, in a sense, my graduation from learning and into being fully recognized a practitioner of the Olde Ways.

I created another elven star, only this one was far larger, and I placed a stone at each point. These were the seven that I found went well with the seven spirits that I had. In front of me I placed the Lapis Lazuli that symbolized the leader of the spirits that I asked for help, and from there I moved counter clockwise as I placed the rest of the stones, Amethyst, Jasper, Carnelian, Amber, Malachite, and Blue Lace Agate. Then I drew the two circles, each one was inside the star, one an inch from the tips and the other about six inches from that. I even marked the four points of the compass on them as well. I stood in the center facing the locket that I had placed on the floor in a circle enforced with runes in front of me.

This was almost like necromancy in a way, but at the same time it was not the dark practice that people thought of necromancy as. This was the version that invoked the Olde Ways to act from the spirit world. It was a way to balance the psychical plane by using the spiritual.

Then, in the Olde Way's language I called out to the spirits. "I call you spirits here as witness and I call you here to judge, but most importantly I call you here to restore the balance. Before you lies a piece of the soul of a man that should have been dead many times over. He split his soul to stay in the mortal plane and now has disrupted the balance. I ask that you judge the soul and then take it with you to the spirit realm so that it might be put back into the cycle that it has forced itself to avoid." Then, in the rights of the Olde Ways I took out a ceremonial dagger that took forever to find and I sliced the pad of my pointer finger before allowing seven drops to fall to the ground in sacrifice to each of the spirits present. I even spoke a few more lines that were required of me.

"Hmm, he seems to be tainted and scarred. We will take this soul." One of the male spirits said as seven flame looking masses had appeared above each stone in the corresponding color. The one that spoke happened to be red with a few grey flecks.

"Yes, but you should know that it will be painful for you seeing as a sliver made it into your scar." The yellow flame spoke in the voice of the woman.

"To restore the balance and save the lives of those who would otherwise be forced to fight, I will take my chances with the pain." I answered sincerely after I swallowed the frog that had made its way into my throat and ignored the flying butterflies in my stomach.

A cackling laugh came from the blue flame that was speckled with gold that was situated at the point as she said "Well let us get this started and over with! What fun it will be!" The spirits seamed to bob once before they shot off.

I didn't actually see where they went as I yelled out from the pain from my scar a moment before the locket before me screamed as well. Then it stopped and the seven flames were once again around me. Only there was also a ring that was floating in front of me.

"Young one, you have restored the balance and graced us by using the Olde Ways once again. In return we present to you a stone with which one may summon the dead to speak with them on the psychical plane. Be wary when using it, for the dead are not meant to linger where they do not belong." The purple flame spoke.

I nodded my head before I reached out and curled my fingers around the ring. "Thank you; I am honored that you would give this to me."

"Silly little raven; we obviously just trust you with this more than the one that is looking for it." The blue and gold flame said with a laugh. "But I look forward to working with you again. Let us see what kind of soul you bring us next time. It should be fun!"

I nodded my head and they left after that, leaving me bone tired, and my lines were all erased. I collected the stones and the now useless locket, and I went back up stairs and to bed. My wand was still sitting snugly in my trunk, and I knew that I would never be using it again.

The next morning I went in with Mr. Weasley to find that they had changed the time of my trial and everything. Someone didn't want me to go back to school, and although we would make it in time, I was almost sad to say that I was right along with them. I was not going back there. I had been learning the Olde Ways and I had been raised a muggle, as such I had done my duty and I was going to go back and become a mundane human. Or at least as mundane of one as the fates would allow.

A lot that the Olde Ways taught was when not to use magic. It was far more rewarding to use your own two hands to build something, and in the end it would be made with character and personality. Charms and transfiguration might be good, but the only thing that I would be using the last one for would be my animagus form that I had perfected last year or in the case of an emergency. Though I had a feeling the subtle healing magic that I learned from the book would be used a lot. It wasn't like the healing that they did in the wizarding world, but it would focus the healing energy of that person and cut down on the time it took to heal.

I walked into the room and sat on the imposing chair in the middle of the room while I was surrounded by a ton of important looking people, and I forced myself not to laugh. When they started it, I didn't even wait for them to speak before I stood and started my speech.

"You know, it is really sad that you are forcing me to stand a full trial to talk about underage magic that I did in order to protect myself and my cousin from two dementors that came close to my home and tried to kiss the both of us. What is even funnier is that I had a bout of accidental magic the year before and no one cared, or that the first one in the summer before my second year was caused by a house elf and not me, but apparently any magic done at the place I live must have been caused by me because there is no way that any other magic thing can come into my house. But, I find that it is alright. You see, I want nothing to do with Wizarding Brittan anymore. Expel me, snap my wand, I don't care. I won't be needed it anyway." I said as I took the holly and phoenix feather wand from my pocket and placed it on the railing in front of me. I then bowed to the people and left the room, not caring to listen to the mutters that followed me out.

I was passing a gob smacked Dumbledore on my way out when he stopped me and asked "But my dear boy, what about Voldemort? And the rest of your school and your friends? Will you leave us all?"

"Voldemort has been taken care of; he won't be troubling this world anymore. I will not be needing anymore schooling in the magical world, and as for my friends, if they want me to be happy, then they won't mind if I stay in touch from the muggle world. I've done my duty, now I am going to have a normal life." I told him point blank and loud enough for the rest of the room to hear me.

I then passed him and the stunned Mrs. Figg so that I could make my way back to the house. On the way I was thinking about where I wanted to go after I got myself emancipated. Somewhere out of the way but nice, that was all I knew for sure.

I was still walking when Hedwig landed on my shoulder and held her leg out. A small letter was attached that was addressed to me. I opened it and read:

Dear Harry,

Congratulations on defeating the Dark Lord and saving us all. I think that Japan would be a nice place to look for the elusive Crumple Horned Snorkack. I plan on getting daddy to let me go out there during the Christmas Holidays this year.

With love,

Luna

I smiled once I was done reading. She always knew best. I knew it, Neville knew it, and to the point she also knew it. To Japan it was! I couldn't help but wonder what adventures were waiting for me there.

A/N: And that be it. I would love it if you would tell me what you think. I liked it, but then again I got satisfaction from the very anticlimactic death of the dark lord. Please fav, follow, and like. That would make me happy and post faster, I hope...