Before I write a few things about this chapter. I've like to thank an old/no longer friend for helping me out on writing this. Samantha R. If anyone would like to look at her work her pen name is Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak. And I wish her the best of luck in whatever she does. Now that I've send that. Onto the chapter... All death Eaters and his dark lordship, belong to J.K. Rowling, who's richer than the queen at the moment and that Samantha wrote most of this chapter for me. This whole story was that I'd write it and she'd edit for me etc etc. Anyways, here's the chapter. Please review if you like it or not. Not all review where meant to be nice so if you've got something to say, say it.

Chapter 1: To be God

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They wanted to play god and did so. They played with Mother Nature and paid the price. Their reign... HIS reign fell like the crumbling ashes of the enflamed Potter's domicile in its last hours.

In an attempt to make clones of themselves, faster, quick-minded, and all out clever, but they failed… For instead of making clones of themselves, they created a whole new race (In a matter of speaking). Something went wrong. The clone babies resembled them but, they weren't male. They were female…

"But only four of you will receive the honor of taking part in this procedure." Came the hiss of a dark voice from the unlit corner. "Four with concrete qualities that can be valued treasured and drastically improved upon. I have been watching you, each and every one, and though you perhaps had not realized, I was testing you. There are only four slots to fill and I know now which four will fill it quite substantially."

The circle of cloaked and masked figures shuddered visibly, some eyes darting between other figures present, some to their master, though none could completely look him in the eye.

The white lips of the face hidden in the shadows stretched into an elusive grin. They were intimidated. Good. Excellent.

"Lucius." The name rolled off his tongue surreptitiously as his eyes, deep scarlet, the colour of blood, watched one of the taller strongly built, cloaked figures started suddenly as though not used to being addressed, then step forward with an air of grace about him. "Lucius Malfoy. My inside man. You can be trusted, can you not?"

There was a slight incline of the head behind the hood and mask of the caped figure poised ahead of the rest.

"Yes master," replied the cool silky voice of the man standing forward, Lucius. "My Lord can trust my unfailing secrecy and reliability with the key to evolution, the secrets of life, the power to control destruction."

And inquisitive eyebrow was raised at this from the interrogator.

"It seems as though this is the perfect test, Lucius. For your master might just have to trust you with each and every one of those things." He turned to direct his next speech to the rest of the gathering. "It is a great responsibility to take on such a goal as this, advancing human evolution, tampering with it, creating the ultimate beings. Ask yourselves, 'what would I, as a loyal servant, be willing to give up?' for such a gift does not come without a price."

There was some muffled mumbling and shifting through the crowd, but Lucius remained erect and standing as tall as he ever had since the beginning.

"Are you ready to bear the bulk of responsibility, Lucius?" The hiss shot in Lucius' direction caught him slightly off guard, but he was quick-witted.

"Yes My Lord, indeed I am." His response was simple, short and concise this time and received the desired effect.

"Very well Lucius, stay where you are, I will have more to discuss with you later."

There was a pause, before the voice continued.

"Wilton Lestrange."

A murmur spread through the coterie like a wave as a short, stout man took his place next to Lucius, in front of the query.

"Always a faithful one, Lestrange?"

"My loyalty shall not and will never waver My Lord." Came the growling reply.

"Indeed, you certainly seem determined of that." This was said in a slightly amused tone. "You will follow Lucius in our staggered yearly procedure, I daresay your 'experiment' will certainly turn out to be an interesting one…"

He trailed off as his eyes scaled each person in the crowd. Each face, even though it was not clearly visible to the naked eye, its spasm of discomfort he could read into them.

"Igor Karkaroff." He announced quite suddenly as though he had suddenly come to a great conclusion.

This time, completely caught on the spur of the moment, the lofty wiry man with broad shoulder whom was clearly Igor Karkaroff jumped nearly a foot into the air, but quickly regained his composure and stepped up on Lucius' other side, puffing out his chest as though being inspected.

"You are to be headmaster of Durmstrang delegation in the near future, true?"

The reply was simply a curt nod as though Karkaroff had quite suddenly lost his voice.

"You will be of much use to me in the near future Karkaroff. Soon…"

Karkaroff hardly moved.

"And finally…" A long powerful, pointed finger appeared from the abyss and rested before a small, quivering young soul. "Wormtail."

There was a strong burst of conversation following this, most of it heated and angry. The mask, disguising the round, boyish face turned as he looked on in fear with shining eyes as the others glared on in his direction.

"You are whom's servant Wormtail?"

There was a small squeak but nothing more uttered from whom it concerned.

"WHO IS YOUR MASTER!?"

Everyone in the circuit winced as the roar echoed off the walls.

The man, Wormtail, flung himself at his masters' feet, breaking the circle, trebling as he quivered on the floor.

"You are! My master, my lord!" Came the strangled reply.

"That's right." The voice had now cooled down from its heated bellow. "You will be my fourth, and last stage of the operation Wormtail, appreciate the gift."

Immediately, Wormtail went about avidly kissing the hem of his master's robes,

"Oh I am My Lord! Eternally in your debt, appreciative to the end of-" He lost his wind as he received a sharp kick in the ribs.

"There is no need to exaggerate Wormtail, now stand and join your fellow accomplices."

Wormtail obeyed his command and quickly stood, taking up Lestranges' other side.

"Get a good look at these men."

The master projected throughout the entire hall. "For within the next four years you will be seeing little of them. Whilst you are all about killing off muggles and causing chaos, they will be working out the most elaborate, complex scheme of the universe! Model after them and remember what qualities they hold. You will envy them, and on occasion be grateful NOT to be them, but remember this my minions: You do not truly know faith until everything could be lost for it."

But something happened…