The silhouette raised his hand, and

The silhouette raised his hand, and the bright light dimmed, revealing his form. Harry moved forward against his will, and as he drew nearer the ancient wizard he had heard of was even more all powerful and awe inspiring than his legends let on. Yet he was not as Harry as expected. Not some battle scarred old man, showing the wear and tear of time. He seemed innocent, and childlike.

Before him stood a young man, of only 19 years he guessed. His short dark hair hung in thick strands that danced about his face in the breeze. His skin was that of a man who had seen many years of sun, dark brown, yet still youthful. His hazel eyes held a twilight of knowledge and memory in their depths. As the water lapped around his legs, he looked upon Harry as if looking upon some wonder of the world.

"Harry Potter. At last we meet." A youthful voice said. "I am Myrddin Emrys"

"Why did you wish to see me?" Harry asked curiously.

"Because we have much in common, you and I. And there is much for you to learn." Myrddin said grimly.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I was like you once, Harry Potter. Special, never wishing to be. People hold ones like us in such high regard, and force such high expectations on us. Sometimes it seems that all the world is pushing you down into the very depths of the earth, and you cannot find a way to rise up. But you are destined to rise up, as I once was, you are destined to be a savior to your people."

"I don't want to be. I can't do it. I'm not powerful enough to take on Voldemort alone. I'm not ready.." Harry said anxiously.

"Ready or not, the time has come. And you must fight. I have brought you here so that I may help you, for without my help, you will never use magic again." Myrddin said gravely.

"I don't understand.." Harry said defeatedly.

Myrddin gave Harry a small smile "You will, in time. I have much to teach you, so that you may prepare for the coming war. You are the chosen one, Harry Potter."

"Chosen One? Too many people have died to protect me, too many people have been sacrificed. I can't do this anymore.." Harry said slightly angry.

"Think of how many others will die if you do not fight? You have heard the prophecy. You are the only one who can defeat Voldemort. You and you alone. If you do not fight, Millions will die." Myrddin said sadly. "It is not fair, but alas, it is the truth. Your life is not your own to govern. It never has been. Too many lives depend on you."

"What must I do?" Harry asked reluctantly.

"Train. Focus." Myrddin said.

"My magic was bound. Dumbledore.. " Harry began to explain.

"Your magic broke free." Myrddin replied. "And in the process it destroyed your core."

"My magic was destroyed?" Harry asked in horror.

"No. Not your magic." Myrddin said with an understanding smile. "Your magic's core. Magic still runs as richly through your veins as it did the day you were born."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked fearfully.

"It means," Myrddin replied, "That you will no longer be able to use a wand."

"But then how..?"

"..Will you focus your magic?" Myrddin finished for him, "That is what I have brought you here to learn. Do not make the mistake, Harry Potter, of thinking that I will grant you amazing powers to use at your own will. No, everything you gain from me will be learnt with hard work. I will give you the means to focus your power and increase it, I will not do it for you."

Harry looked upon Myrddin, and suddenly found a great wave of respect for the wizard wash over him.

"When I am done, you will not have all my knowledge, nor all my power. I am going to teach you to use your magic Harry, and then it is all up to you. The journey will help you discover the true extent of your powers."

Harry nodded solemnly, and even as he did, the darkness cut aggressively into the lightness of Myrddin's domain. The sounds became static, fizzing in and out of his range as the mysterious voices overpowered his mind.

...".. Whoever he is.. he must have dangerous enemies.. He's only a boy James. Who would do this to a boy?"

"If our lives show anything, love, its that there are ruthless killers out there, and age matters not to them.. It's difficult to accept, even after all these years.. but it's the truth.."

"He looks as though he would be about sixteen.. About the age Harry would have been next week.."

"I know love.. I know.."...

"What is going on?" Harry yelled clutching his head in his hands. "Whose voices are those?"

"I believe they belong to the man and woman who are attempting to heal your earthly body." Myrddin said simply, looking at Harry with interest.

"You can hear them?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, but I can sense your presence fading."

"What do you mean?"

"Your perceptions are fading in and out, between the world of the living, and the world of the dead. You are receiving interference from the living world. You must be stirring. We haven't much time. If I must teach you, then it must be now."

"Why can no longer use a wand?" Harry asked quickly, still confused.

"A wand Harry, connects to a wizard's core and draws its power from it. You would have felt this when you first received your wand, the power that rose up in you, like a vibrating force. If there is no core for the wand to draw from, the wand is in effect, useless. When your core was shattered, your wand was made of none effect."

"So, I will need to draw the remaining pieces together? How?"

"Through meditation, and concentration. Focus will be the key." Myrddin said beckoning him into the water.

"Meditation?"

"I will show you." Myrddin said smiling at the boy's confusion.

"First," He stated as he took Harry by the shoulder and turned him to face out into the glistening lake. "You must clear your mind of all outside thought."

Harry looked at the wise man skeptically.

"Close your eyes, Harry."

Harry took a deep breath and let his eyelids fall shut, blocking out all light and form.

"Darkness is your friend Harry. It removes all distraction from your mind. Nothing will penetrate its veil." Myrddin's voice came from all around him.

Harry found the vast darkness before him calm and endless. His body began to relax, letting the darkness consume him, blocking out all outside influences.

"Good. Now, listen Harry. Listen to the water lapping around your legs, listen to the gentle breeze that pushes it. Let the water wash away all thought from your mind, let the breeze whisk your worries far from you."

Harry listened to the serenity of the water and the breeze, letting it drive all thought and concern away from his self. Slowly his mind emptied, and the calming sounds filled his mind, it was an empowering feeling. As the worry, the pain, the grief, the restlessness in his soul slowly sapped away, he felt something he had never felt in his life. Free. After what seemed an age, Harry was amazed to find his mind was clear of all conscious thought. Myrddin smiled at his astonishment.

"Good, good. You learn quickly. With practice this state will be easier to achieve, you will obtain it instantly with little effort. But now comes the difficult part. Now you must seek out your magic."

"How?" Harry asked eagerly, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the nothingness within him.

"Delve within yourself.. Feel out its presence.. Delve deeper, deeper.. find your magic.. find it where it flows.."

To Harry decades seemed to come and go as he searched within himself for his magic, feeling out every corner of his being. Frustration waxed and waned as he searched blindly for the power he possessed. He could hear the crackling interference still coming through from the living world, despite the fact that he could no longer see the darkness approach with his eyes already closed.

"Relax Harry.. Empty your thoughts.. It will show itself.. "

He could hear his heart beating rhythmically.. sense the blood being pumped through his veins.. feel his lungs expand and retract with his raspy breaths.

"Feel it out Harry.. You will sense it.."

All at once, when he was about to give up, he found it, and it hit him like a dawning light. He had found his core. Or rather what was left of it, for within him, his magic was in disarray. It flickered in and out, like a light bulb about to blow, sending sparks shooting out in all directions. His core had become a mass of streams, all branching off one another throughout his body.

"It's destroyed." He relayed for Myrddin. "Its sending out streams... thousands of streams throughout my entire body.. Its flickering.. like its fading.."

Myrddin nodded thoughtfully. "You've done extremely well, Harry Potter. But now the real challenge begins. I must teach you to rearrange those streams, and direct them into a small band of larger channels. Your magic, as it is now, is too erratic.. To unpredictable .. too dangerous to control.. It would destroy you if you attempted to use it.." he stated gravely.

"Why can't I just force it back into its core?" Harry rationalized.

"Ah." Myrddin said with a smile, "A good idea in theory. Indeed theoretically perfect. But what if I told you, impossible to maintain?"

"The pressure would be too much for it?"

"Yes!" Myrddin said with praise. "You see, now that the channels have opened, it is impossible to contain them within their core once more. It's rather like trying to fix a broken vase. By putting all the pieces in the right place, you may succeed in recreating the vase. And it may function as a vase again for a short period of time, but soon it will leak.. and in the end shatter once again under the strain of performing its duty."

"I see. So creating several larger channels out of the broken streams would lessen the strain.."

"Correct."

"But will my magic be as powerful as before?" Harry asked anxiously, focusing on his magical energy.

"Yes," Myrddin replied simply. "Even more powerful than before once I have given you the tools to unlock the full potential of your power. But first I m

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Bóng lên bàn tay của mình, và ánh sáng mờ đi, tiết lộ các hình thức của mình. Harry chuyển ra phía trước trái với ý muốn của mình, và như ông đã thu hút gần thuật sĩ cổ, ông đã nghe nói về mạnh mẽ hơn tất cả và kinh hoàng cảm hứng hơn truyền thuyết của ông để cho. Được, ông đã không như Harry như mong đợi. Trận chiến không phải một số vết ông già, Đang hiển thị hao mòn của thời gian. Ông dường như vô tội, và ngây thơ. Trước khi anh ta đứng một người đàn ông trẻ, chỉ 19 năm ông đoán. Mái tóc đen tối của mình ngắn treo trong sợi dày nhảy múa về khuôn mặt của mình trong gió. Làn da của mình là rằng của một người đàn ông người đã nhìn thấy nhiều năm trời, bóng tối màu nâu, được vẫn còn trẻ trung. Mắt Tram tổ chức một hoàng hôn của kiến thức và bộ nhớ trong độ sâu của họ. Như nước lapped xung quanh chân của mình, ông xem xét theo Harry như nếu tìm kiếm sau khi một số kỳ diệu của thế giới. "Harry Potter. Cuối cùng chúng tôi đáp ứng." Một giọng nói trẻ trung nói. "I 'm Myrddin Emrys""Tại sao bạn đã muốn nhìn thấy tôi?" Harry hỏi tò mò."Bởi vì chúng tôi có nhiều trong phổ biến, bạn và tôi. "Và có rất nhiều để bạn có thể tìm hiểu." Myrddin, ông grimly."Bạn làm là gì?" Harry hỏi trong sự nhầm lẫn."Tôi đã muốn bạn một lần, Harry Potter. Đặc biệt, không bao giờ muốn. Người giữ những người như chúng tôi như vậy kính trọng, và buộc những kỳ vọng cao vào chúng tôi. Đôi khi nó có vẻ rằng tất cả thế giới đang đẩy bạn vào sâu rất của trái đất, và bạn không thể tìm thấy một cách để tăng lên. Nhưng bạn được mệnh để tăng lên, như tôi đã một lần, bạn được mệnh để là một cứu Chúa cho người dân của bạn. ""Tôi không muốn. Tôi không thể làm điều đó. Tôi không phải là mạnh mẽ, đủ để đưa vào Voldemort một mình. Tôi không sẵn sàng..." Harry nói lo âu."Sẵn sàng hay không, có thời gian. Và bạn phải chiến đấu. Tôi đã mang lại bạn ở đây tôi có thể giúp bạn, cho mà không có sự giúp đỡ của tôi, bạn sẽ không bao giờ sử dụng phép thuật một lần nữa." Myrddin nói nặng."Tôi không hiểu..." Harry nói defeatedly.Myrddin đã cho Harry nhỏ một nụ cười "bạn sẽ, trong thời gian. Tôi có nhiều để dạy cho bạn, do đó bạn có thể chuẩn bị cho cuộc chiến sắp tới. Bạn là người được lựa chọn, Harry Potter.""Chọn ai? Quá nhiều người đã chết để bảo vệ tôi, quá nhiều người đã được hy sinh. Tôi không thể làm điều này nữa..." Harry nói một chút giận dữ."Suy nghĩ của bao nhiêu người khác sẽ chết nếu bạn không chiến đấu? Bạn đã nghe lời tiên tri. Bạn là người duy nhất có thể đánh bại Voldemort. Bạn và bạn một mình. Nếu bạn không đánh, hàng triệu người sẽ chết." Myrddin nói thật đáng buồn. "Nó là không công bằng, nhưng alas, đó là sự thật. Cuộc sống của bạn không phải là của riêng bạn để cai trị. Nó không bao giờ có. Quá nhiều cuộc sống phụ thuộc vào bạn.""Tôi phải làm gì?" Harry hỏi miễn cưỡng."Train. Tập trung." Myrddin cho biết. "Ma thuật của tôi đã bị ràng buộc. Giáo sư Dumbledore... "Harry bắt đầu để giải thích."Ma thuật của bạn tách hoàn toàn." Myrddin trả lời. "Và trong quá trình đó phá hủy cốt lõi của bạn.""Ma thuật của tôi bị phá hủy?" Harry hỏi trong kinh dị."Số Không phải của bạn ma thuật." Myrddin nói với một nụ cười sự hiểu biết. "Magic's cốt lõi. Ma thuật vẫn còn chạy đa dạng như qua tĩnh mạch của bạn như nó đã làm khi bạn đã được sinh ra." "What does that mean?" Harry asked fearfully."It means," Myrddin replied, "That you will no longer be able to use a wand.""But then how..?""..Will you focus your magic?" Myrddin finished for him, "That is what I have brought you here to learn. Do not make the mistake, Harry Potter, of thinking that I will grant you amazing powers to use at your own will. No, everything you gain from me will be learnt with hard work. I will give you the means to focus your power and increase it, I will not do it for you."Harry looked upon Myrddin, and suddenly found a great wave of respect for the wizard wash over him."When I am done, you will not have all my knowledge, nor all my power. I am going to teach you to use your magic Harry, and then it is all up to you. The journey will help you discover the true extent of your powers."Harry nodded solemnly, and even as he did, the darkness cut aggressively into the lightness of Myrddin's domain. The sounds became static, fizzing in and out of his range as the mysterious voices overpowered his mind. ...".. Whoever he is.. he must have dangerous enemies.. He's only a boy James. Who would do this to a boy?""If our lives show anything, love, its that there are ruthless killers out there, and age matters not to them.. It's difficult to accept, even after all these years.. but it's the truth..""He looks as though he would be about sixteen.. About the age Harry would have been next week..""I know love.. I know.."..."What is going on?" Harry yelled clutching his head in his hands. "Whose voices are those?""I believe they belong to the man and woman who are attempting to heal your earthly body." Myrddin said simply, looking at Harry with interest. "You can hear them?" Harry asked in surprise."No, but I can sense your presence fading.""What do you mean?" "Your perceptions are fading in and out, between the world of the living, and the world of the dead. You are receiving interference from the living world. You must be stirring. We haven't much time. If I must teach you, then it must be now.""Why can no longer use a wand?" Harry asked quickly, still confused."A wand Harry, connects to a wizard's core and draws its power from it. You would have felt this when you first received your wand, the power that rose up in you, like a vibrating force. If there is no core for the wand to draw from, the wand is in effect, useless. When your core was shattered, your wand was made of none effect.""So, I will need to draw the remaining pieces together? How?""Through meditation, and concentration. Focus will be the key." Myrddin said beckoning him into the water."Meditation?""I will show you." Myrddin said smiling at the boy's confusion."First," He stated as he took Harry by the shoulder and turned him to face out into the glistening lake. "You must clear your mind of all outside thought."Harry looked at the wise man skeptically."Close your eyes, Harry."Harry took a deep breath and let his eyelids fall shut, blocking out all light and form."Darkness is your friend Harry. It removes all distraction from your mind. Nothing will penetrate its veil." Myrddin's voice came from all around him. Harry found the vast darkness before him calm and endless. His body began to relax, letting the darkness consume him, blocking out all outside influences."Good. Now, listen Harry. Listen to the water lapping around your legs, listen to the gentle breeze that pushes it. Let the water wash away all thought from your mind, let the breeze whisk your worries far from you."Harry listened to the serenity of the water and the breeze, letting it drive all thought and concern away from his self. Slowly his mind emptied, and the calming sounds filled his mind, it was an empowering feeling. As the worry, the pain, the grief, the restlessness in his soul slowly sapped away, he felt something he had never felt in his life. Free. After what seemed an age, Harry was amazed to find his mind was clear of all conscious thought. Myrddin smiled at his astonishment. "Good, good. You learn quickly. With practice this state will be easier to achieve, you will obtain it instantly with little effort. But now comes the difficult part. Now you must seek out your magic.""How?" Harry asked eagerly, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the nothingness within him."Delve within yourself.. Feel out its presence.. Delve deeper, deeper.. find your magic.. find it where it flows.."To Harry decades seemed to come and go as he searched within himself for his magic, feeling out every corner of his being. Frustration waxed and waned as he searched blindly for the power he possessed. He could hear the crackling interference still coming through from the living world, despite the fact that he could no longer see the darkness approach with his eyes already closed."Relax Harry.. Empty your thoughts.. It will show itself.. "He could hear his heart beating rhythmically.. sense the blood being pumped through his veins.. feel his lungs expand and retract with his raspy breaths. "Feel it out Harry.. You will sense it.."All at once, when he was about to give up, he found it, and it hit him like a dawning light. He had found his core. Or rather what was left of it, for within him, his magic was in disarray. It flickered in and out, like a light bulb about to blow, sending sparks shooting out in all directions. His core had become a mass of streams, all branching off one another throughout his body. "It's destroyed." He relayed for Myrddin. "Its sending out streams... thousands of streams throughout my entire body.. Its flickering.. like its fading.."Myrddin nodded thoughtfully. "You've done extremely well, Harry Potter. But now the real challenge begins. I must teach you to rearrange those streams, and direct them into a small band of larger channels. Your magic, as it is now, is too erratic.. To unpredictable .. too dangerous to control.. It would destroy you if you attempted to use it.." he stated gravely.
"Why can't I just force it back into its core?" Harry rationalized.

"Ah." Myrddin said with a smile, "A good idea in theory. Indeed theoretically perfect. But what if I told you, impossible to maintain?"

"The pressure would be too much for it?"

"Yes!" Myrddin said with praise. "You see, now that the channels have opened, it is impossible to contain them within their core once more. It's rather like trying to fix a broken vase. By putting all the pieces in the right place, you may succeed in recreating the vase. And it may function as a vase again for a short period of time, but soon it will leak.. and in the end shatter once again under the strain of performing its duty."

"I see. So creating several larger channels out of the broken streams would lessen the strain.."

"Correct."

"But will my magic be as powerful as before?" Harry asked anxiously, focusing on his magical energy.

"Yes," Myrddin replied simply. "Even more powerful than before once I have given you the tools to unlock the full potential of your power. But first I m