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So first I want to than every one of you, you make the writing so much easier, I swear!

Thank you Pteaset, James Birdsong, Arodri, Story341 and Cassandra30(I hope it was strange in a good way tho) for your reviews 3

To answer the question from Story341, no Chaos is not a god, nor any gods will appear in this story, Being a religious person, I'm not at ease writing about that sort of things. About the fact of he is a founder or not, u need to read carefully the first part of the first chapter, you will understand better.

All the point of this story is the identity of Chaos, so I won't reveal it for a loooooooooong time, but I left some hints here and there for an attentive reader.

The chapter is one of my favorite because things starts moving, so I hope u will like it!

ENJOY!

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Myrddin was glad he dropped out of Hogwarts. Since Salazar Slytherin, his mentor, left the school, there were no reason for him to continue his studies there. Although the other professors were no slouch, they were not Slytherin, they could not understand him as well as he did. Professor Gryffindor who was Slytherin's closest friend did not even lift a finger when Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff lashed out on his almost brother. Was it because he was married Ravenclaw, or even because he thought Slytherin was wrong, Myrddin did not know and quite honestly did not care, all that mattered was that they all betrayed his mentor, and he would never forgive them for that.

He was currently not too far of the castle grounds, maybe a few dozen of miles away from it, in what he called his little Chamber of Secrets, he saw the one in Hogwarts, Slytherin showed it to him once, and he liked the atmosphere in it, so he decided to find something similar for now, and later maybe build one. He found that underground cavern once when he snuck out of Hogwarts and started practicing feeling the magic. And that place reeked of magic, he still did not understand exactly why, but it did. An expert in magic must have used it once for some reason, and the residues remained.

An expert. Those words were a melody for Myrddin ears, that was the bare minimum he set for himself. To become one. There are no real classification in magic, nothing like a scale of power that determine where someone stands compared to the norm. However, at some point, you must just know it. He thought. Look at the Professors, they can look down on everyone, and everything. Who can say anything to them, they make the rules. The only problem is when, like Professor Slytherin, you do not really surpass your peers, in his case three other people could match him, and that's why he had to leave. To have one's opinions prevail, you must stand at the very top.

Myrddin was sure he was capable of achieving that feat, everyone told him he was a genius, even his Professors who are normally not so kind in complimenting students. Slytherin chose him as an apprentice, and the fact that he was in his first year at the time makes it even more spectacular. If he still went to school he would be in his third now, but instead here he was, training by himself, with no one whatsoever to guide him in the path of greatness he knew awaited him.

"Okay, first thing is meditating. That helps magic to flow better."

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If someone was standing there, he would be able to see a faint mist coming from the boy. It came out of all his body, as if it was fuming. And Harry who was still flabbergasted that not only he was seeing Merlin, but he could also hear his thoughts, saw that mist, and it reminded him of the sensation he felt with the Portkey and with Professor Moody's eye.

"Neat trick the hearing thought thing, isn't it One of my numerous talent?" Came the voice of Chaos.

The memory stilled, as if time stopped. The fume coming from Merlin could be seen clearly now. Chaos appeared just beside Merlin. Harry now understood how that figure could always tell what he thought, it must be some branch of magic or something like that.

"This one is a hell of a kid. Never saw a human like him in all my years. However, that's not exactly the reason I chose him for the silent casting lesson." The figure wandered in the cave, examining the books in the library. "No, the reason I chose him, is precisely because he is the reason silent casting became more popular in the wizarding world. Before that, it wasn't even taught, even less so at school. Of course, expert were able to do it, but it was more because they felt it more convenient and comfortable for them. Now if I'm not mistaken, you should learn that in your sixth year at Hogwarts, but that kid, he did it because he didn't like the way magic was taught. He then decided he would do magic without opening his mouth, he did so at thirteen, and without help."

Harry was mesmerized by the explanation, he liked to think that Hermione was a genius but now that he compared academic record, and a self-taught boy who literally discovered alone, a way to use magic more efficiently, he would have to rethink his definition of genius. Even his Patronus at the age of thirteen pales in comparison, not because of its difficulty, because a Patronus is difficult in its own right, but the fact that Merlin just did it by himself was actually insane. Harry knew without Professor Lupin, he would still be unable to produce even a mist.

"Okay, now stop comparing it won't do you any good,, and start learning if you wish to one day reach him." Chaos cut his thought.

Harry stilled.

"What do you mean, reach him?" He asked incredulously. "You want me to actually reach the level of the greatest wizard to ever exist? Are you crazy, I'm just Harry, not someone like people love to imagine me as, the boy-who-lived."

"Kiddo, I don't care about your titles, I have more. And of course, you can reach him, you can see all his life and learn from it, what he did by himself, you are doing it while seeing him and hearing his thought. Don't you think it' enough? And even if as you said he was the greatest wizard to ever exist, saying that he is unreachable is putting a wall in front of you, and you won't be able to go further, just because you said so. Plus, if he was, it still doesn't matter, you have me."

With that, the memory resumed, and Merlin thoughts started flowing into Harry's head again, confirming what Chaos just said about Merlin.

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While meditating Myrddin's mind wandered. Something that happened quite often, he was not able to focus on only one thing, it was as if his brain was doing some thinking in the background of his actual thoughts. That led to situation where he would know some things, but not knowing where it came from until he focused on it. Then the development of his thinking would be detailed.

In the main time, his meditating reached a whole new level, he found that his thinking was more precise and faster, and he could focus more easily and efficiently.

He was now thinking about the hindrance of the need for him to talk when using magic, basically he was not fond of incantations. Unknown to him, the background of his mind was thinking hard of a way to get rid of it, to use magic more efficiently.

After his thirty minute of daily meditation, he stood up and felt a need to drink water. Suddenly he heard a whooshing sound coming closer and closer, and it was only by luck that he dodged the incoming black thing coming in his direction. He then caught it, and to his surprise, it was his flask, the one containing water.

Myrddin frowned. How did that just happened, is that because I wanted it? It's not the first time I wanted something, but it was definitely the first time, that I can remember, it happened. He thought even harder. Maybe it's because of the meditation breakthrough? It would the mean that to use magic silently all we have to do is to be overly focused. For someone who does not meditate like me, it could be hard, because the lack of focus is exactly what meditation improves. And since I just had a breakthrough, it's not the simple meditating that helps. Myrddin pondered for a while, focusing on what his underground thinking had done previously. I guess one could probably use silent magic even without that, but It will definitely be a heavier burden for the mind, plus he would surely use more magic than necessary to compensate the lack of control, so one would tire faster. Interesting.

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"That's it for tonight buddy." Interrupted the voice of Chaos.

The memory faded slowly, the last thoughts of young Merlin in his head, Harry's mind started to work. To gain a better understanding of what came from it.

Even if it was clear to him at the time, it might not be as simple to understand with just his thoughts. I'm not a genius when it comes to magic, I will need to practice, but first I need to write it down, so I don't forget about it.

"Not a bad idea, if you want, I can make you wake up right now, so you can do it." Chaos said. "But even if you come back to sleep it will be real sleep, I wont be here, it means that today's lesson has come to an end. Plus, your nightmares could come back again."

Harry pondered for a while. He had the choice, either he take the chance to write what he learned down, or he does not, but there is a chance that he will forget a lot of it. Moreover, if he does not wake up, he might avoid those horrendous nightmares about Voldemort and Wormtail.

I just decided to become stronger, a nightmare won't make him lose the chance to become better at magic.

And so, Harry woke up.

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The next day, Harry wished he had chosen to remain with Chaos. He was totally exhausted, he could not sleep after. Fortunately, there were no nightmares involving Voldemort.

Now that I think of it, after the one Chaos interrupted, I did not get anymore nightmare. Weird, did he do something? He thought. No, I don't think he did, he clearly told me that I could have a nightmare after waking up, it must be something else.

Seeing that he could not sleep, he tried to practice the meditation technique. The problem was that Merlin did start mediating in the memory, but there was no information on how to use it. So, Harry tried to just sit, close his eye, and focus on only one thing, his magic. He had no success, but that did not deter him, his mind was now on full "training mode" and he will not stop before he get it. That's how started Harry's daily mediation session.

Harry refocused on his breakfast and noticed that Hermione decided to put an end to her hunger strike, probably because she thought of another way to fight for elves. Honestly, Harry did not care that much for them, he liked Dobby because he tried to save his life, and finally did it. But that was it, he never really talked to another elf, and from what he heard from student issued of magical families, house elves needed bond to survive. Harry was not that naïve, he knew there were little chance for that to be true, but elves had extraordinary magic, and he did not think they would have, one day, just surrendered themselves to the wizard kind.

The dark-haired boy was relieved, his two best friends seemed to have forgotten the conversation they had the night before. It's not that he wanted to hide something from them, but he dreaded their reaction. And yesterday, Rin didn't put him at ease with his strong denial. Hermione for her part would be wary, but he knew she could not keep a secret if she thought it concerned his safety. The whole mess with his Firebolt last year was a proof of that.

"Harry come on, we start with Herbology today." Ron's voice him up from his contemplative state.

He finally stood up, and walked out the Great Hall, by doing so, he felt like he was being watched. He looked around an found Astoria smiling at him. He could not resist the urge to smile back, however when he did so, he felt a chill going through his body. As if someone suddenly opened a window in the middle of a winter night. Astoria seemed to feel it too because she pointed him to her right, where her sister was sitting. Daphne was here, looking at him coldly. But the moment their eyes met, she acted as if nothing happened and started talking to a brunette sitting just next to her.

Huh, weird. What was that? Does she hate me?

His first lesson passed in the same way for Harry. Fuzzily. He could not really remember doing anything today, he just did it unconsciously. That fact was hard because he was not a genius when it came to Herbology, and a single slip-up could mean a trip to the infirmary.

His second lesson woke him up for several reasons. First it was Hagrid's lesson, second were the Blast-Ended Skrewts, those things looked horrible and dangerous, a dream for Hagrid. The last reason was because it was a shared lesson with the Slytherin. While he did not want to even look at Malfoy anymore, it looked like he did not plan to give up that easily. What's up with his obsession with me, it's been almost four years since I rejected his friendship. He has to move on.

Malfoy was not the only person he was wary of in Slytherin, there was also Daphne Greengrass. Just when her name came to his mind, the Slytherin arrived. And what a surprise. Malfoy who was leading the group made a sarcastic comment about the utility of the Skrewts. Harry probably would think like that too and even say it, but Hagrid was his friend, and friend does not abandon each other.

Daphne was at the back, followed by Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and a third witch, the one who was sitting beside Daphne at breakfast. He did not know her name, she was not very talkative, or at least not in his presence unlike Parkinson. Bulstrode, he knew because of Hermione's Polyjuice accident in second year.

His stare must have been too insistent because the four of them turned her head to him, each face with a different expression.

Parkinson was looking at him with hatred and disgust, as if the possibility of him looking her way was too much for her to handle.

Bulstrode for her part, was just looking at him, her face was impassible. Huh is that a special Slytherin trait? How come they all can do that expressionless face? Does Snape teach them how to do it? He thought. Nah, no way. Malfoy is his favorite, and he couldn't do it for his dear life, his face is like an open book.

The third girl, the unknown one, just looked at him with a curious expression. Not an exaggerated one like Hermione, but it was like she asked herself why he would look at her.

Last but not least, Daphne. She stared at him intensely, her eyes were not as cold as they were this morning, but there was no smile upon her face. Well, he thought so at first. He did not take his eyes off, he already did this morning and it felt like a defeat for some reason. After a minute, Daphne's lips moved slightly as if she wanted to smile, but her emotionless face came back as fast as it left. And what followed left him gob smacked. Just before she looked away, she winked at him. It happened so fast, that he almost thought he imagined it. Almost.

"Harry!" Came a voice next to him, it was Hermione who was tugging at his sleeve and looking at him weirdly. She must have seen what just happened.

Uh-oh, just when I thought they forgot about that.

Harry knew his respite time has come to an end, the glare Hermione sent his way promised an evening full of questions. At least Ron did not seem to notice anything, probably too busy thinking about what he would eat. Not that Harry mind, Hermione was already enough for him to deal with.

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And that was it, not even a day passed, and Malfoy succeeded in enraging Harry who at first was decided on ignoring him the best he could. Insults about him were okay, he did not mind them anymore. But Malfoy seemed to always push further. He came to Gryffindor table with a copy of Daily Prophet, saying it talked about Ron's dad and was laughing out loud at a mistake the reporter made on his name.

After that he still managed when everyone was sure his tantrum was done to insult Mrs. Weasley. The woman who took care of him, the woman who thought of him like her son. Harry's mind went blank, anger started filling him, and if someone was paying close attention he would be able to hear a snapping sound filling the air. Harry with the semblance of consciousness that remained, did not want to childishly answer something related to Malfoy's mom, mother were precious, his had died for him, and he excepted for every mother to do the same, just looking how Mrs. Dursley treated Dudley he knew it was not that far of the truth.

Now the only thought he had in mind was "Drop". He wanted that prick to be down, to kiss the ground.

SLAM!

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Albus Dumbledore was an old man, no one would say the opposite, but at the same time old man or not, no one thought he was weak. And that did not come from nowhere, vanquisher of Grindelwald, hero of the war, leader of the light, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump and the feat he was the proudest of, Headmaster of the prestigious Hogwarts.

Despite all his title and what people said, he was actually a human being, and a human made mistakes, because no humans is perfect. He knew and understood that fact, however his mistakes led always to a good end, because he pursued the greater good. In spite of that, today Albus Dumbledore noticed a mistake he had done, and one that will not lead to the greater good, not at all.

Albus was taking his lunch in the Great Hall in the highest chair, he liked it because thanks to it, he could observe his students. Observing was always Albus forte, he loved analyzing people and things, that was one of the rare activities which did not require a physical strain, and at his age it was exactly what he needed. Today's brunch was as calm as it could be at Hogwarts, but the Headmaster did not mind, it was a school after all, and all the commotion was better than a battlefield. Images of some disasters he witnessed came to his mind nut he forcefully shoved them back at the back of his mind. He was a teacher through and through, he hated fighting, he did it only if it was the last thing he could, and even then he would try to harm nobody. A real teacher.

Suddenly a ruckus came from the Gryffindor table. Normally no one would mind it because that house the Weasley twins' one, so everyone was used to the recurrent mayhem they cause. However today the noise did not come from them, instead it came from a group of student he knew quite well. Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. It seemed that the young Potter was just trying to appease his friend while the Malfoy boy continued to goad the Weasley boy with a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

I should really do something about that paper, it always cause some problem. He thought. No, I can't, I will not use my power like some tyrant, a newspaper has the right to post whatever the writer want, should it be under the law. Moreover, it will not cause more than some quarrels, no need to bother.

All of a sudden, Dumbledore heard a snapping sound, and the air felt as if it was filled with ozone. He tried to search the source of that shift in the atmosphere. There it was, it came from where Harry stood, maybe—

SLAM!

The sound resounded all around the Great Hall, some people screamed scared of the sudden sound, and then nothing. No sounds were made, the entire Great Hall seemed to hold back its breath.

Albus then finally noticed what the slamming sound was, Draco Malfoy who was once standing up, taunting Ronald Weasley, was now face against the ground, not moving. For the second time today, Albus was reminded of the battlefield, silence with body on the ground. He shook himself back to reality, stood up and started walking in the direction of the seemingly unconscious Draco Malfoy. Minerva McGonagall followed right after him.

Walking calmly towards the scene, Albus tried to understand what had happened, to do so, he analyzed the people around the young Malfoy. Ronald Weasley was looking at the body in front of him with his mouth wide open, as if he did not believe what just happened.

Harry Potter, who was at first restraining his friend, looked at the ground, but not at his Slytherin comrade, rather he was looking at his feet, his fist were clenched, and the last thing was even more strange and took more time for Albus to notice. The ozone that filled the room previously, was now almost gone. Almost, because he could feel the ozone gathering towards Harry, as if it was sucked inside him. And after a moment it was totally gone.

Wait? Feel? How do I feel ozone, is it not supposed to be a smell?

The moment he asked himself that question, he arrived before the boys.

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Harry felt exhilarated, and angry. Mostly angry, but his anger brought something really good. He did it. He actually did use magic without incantation, he did not even use his wand. He achieved that fact only a few hours after witnessing it. Okay, it was not really intentional, but so was the first attempt of Merlin. He thought.

Harry was still furious about what Draco said, but he knew he overdid it. Slamming him on the ground was not a solution that could work. The fact that the Headmaster and his Deputy Headmistress were walking straight to him was a proof of what he thought. Another thing he noticed was that he had felt his magic, only for a moment thought, the moment he used it. It felt like ozone was released into the air.

"Mister Weasley, Mister Potter, would you be so kind to follow me to my office?" Although it was a question, Dumbledore said it with such seriousness that it sounded more like an order. "And Minerva could you please take the young man to the infirmary."

The Headmaster turned his back, and without waiting for them, started walking towards his office. Until they reached the third floor, no word were spoken. The first word came from Dumbledore, and it was the password he gave to the stone gargoyle. They silently climbed the stairs. Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, and they both looked nervous, Ron only because he did not feel at ease with a legendary figure as their Headmaster, and Harry because he was actually in the wrong.

They finally entered the office, and Dumbledore slowly made his way to his chair and with a wave of his wand made two others appears before him.

"Sit down, better be comfortable." He said with a calm voice.

Harry looked up, and no twinkling could be seen underneath his half moon glasses, only what seemed to be a sad and resigned expression. Suddenly, he sighed, looking older than Harry remembered.

"What happened today, was serious. A student was slammed down the ground in front of the whole school. As the Headmaster, I normally don't concern myself with that sort of issues, I usually let Head of Houses handle it. However, as the context we found ourselves in, that is the preparation of the Triwizard Tournament, I need to take action. Indeed, we cannot, when two foreign schools are about to visit, have such violent spectacle showed. We need to show our unity, we are Hogwarts, a unique school, there is nothing such as Slytherin's school or Gryffindor's school. Now that I said what I needed to say, it's time to talk about punishment."

At that, Ron looked like he wanted to protest but was stopped by the raised hand of Professor Dumbledore.

"But before that, I need to hear and understand what exactly happened. I will for sure ask the same questions to Mister Draco Malfoy when he regains consciousness, and lecture him as you were lectured."

"Now, why don't you start Mister Weasley, as you were closer to Mister Malfoy when it happened." Dumbledore continued.

Ron recounted the events exactly how they happened, and when he arrived at the point of Malfoy insulting his mother, Harry clenched his fists. He was so focused on calming his breath that he did not notice the sad glance Dumbledore sent him.

"And just like that, he was down the ground, I swear I did not touch him, I wanted to but even before I could, he was lying down." Ron ended his story.

Dumbledore looked contemplative for a moment while he was stroking his long beard.

"Very well, I believe you for the moment Mister Weasley, you can join your Common Room for now. If I still need you after Mister Malfoy wake up, I will notify you."

Ron sent one last worried glance to Harry, and exited the room, seeming so happy to finally be able to leave that tense atmosphere.

"So, Harry, why don't you explain me your side of the story, I seem gather that you are not innocent in this matter."

Harry's insides froze.

He knows. Of course, he knows, he's Albus Dumbledore!

"Come on Harry don't be afraid." He said in a cold voice, so unlike him. "Or maybe you are not afraid, maybe you just do not recognize that name, isn't that right, Tom?"

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