Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

A/N: I have no self-control at times, so I thought posting chapter 3 would be a good decision. That, and I am just enjoying writing this story. I will try for once a week for now on.

The first nine chapters are done. The story is developing a little slower than I thought, but it should be a good ride when we finally get to the potential collapse of Jurassic Park.

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Chapter 3

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March 20, 1993

Isla Nublar, Costa Rica

Harry shot up, sweat covering his body and his wand in his hand. He took in ragged breaths, the vision of a bleeding Hermione, a not moving Ron and a Sirius cut open from hip to shoulder across his body where still flashing across his vision.

The door to his room slammed open. Moving, he rolled over. "Stupefy!" he barked, a red spell launching towards the door.

"Stand down, Harry," a woman ordered.

Harry took in heaving breaths, wiping the sweat from his face and eyes. In the light of the door, he made out the lithe form of the guard that had been assigned to him just after supper. Yvonne Umbridge was nothing like the insane woman that had forced him to carve 'I must not tell lies.' into his own hand.

She had been very professional, but reminded him more of Tonks, than Umbridge. She had an English accent, having grown up around Norwich, England and was in her mid-twenties. Unlike most of the other guards, she liked to talk, and joke. Harry had liked the pink hair woman soon enough, deciding to call her Yvonne, never wanting to think of the name Umbridge again.

Realizing who it was, Harry slumped, his hand falling to his side and the wand clattering against the floor. Taking in a ragged breath, he leaned forward and put his head on the bed.

"You alright there, Harry? I heard you scream," Yvonne asked.

"Just a bad dream," Harry replied. After a moment, he sat up, his body starting to dry. Looking at the bed, he wasn't sure he would be able to fall asleep again. "What time is it?"

"Half three," Yvonne said. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Fine," Harry replied. Standing up, he didn't really care that he was only in his boxers. "Just going to take a shower."

The woman regarded him for a few. "Sure," she replied. "If you need anything, I'll just be next door."

"Thanks," Harry muttered, moving to the bureau that had been stocked with a few changes of clothes, boxers, socks and a pair of binoculars, like Hammond said they would get him.

The small apartment they had put him in was like a hotel room. There was a large queen-sized bed, a small work area with a desk. Next to the bed was a small sofa and coffee table. A tellie was on top of his dresser, and he could move it to see it from anywhere in the room. A half wall split his 'bedroom' from a small kitchenette area with a table that had two chairs. At the front of the room was the bathroom, next to the main door to his new apartment in one of the workers complexes a little distance off from the visitor centre. It was near the bottom of the ridge that he had eaten lunch on earlier and he could see Hammonds bungalow from his window.

Yvonne had burst through a door just across the kitchenette that connected the two rooms.

It was a little while later that Harry had a hot cut of tea as he sat at the small table. He had grown to prefer tea leaves and boiling water in a kettle, but the tea bags and microwave would have to do for now. A knock came at the conjoining doors.

"You can come in, Yvonne," Harry said loud enough she should hear it.

The woman opened the door and came to sit at the table.

Harry knew he must still look tired as he sipped at the strong tea. At least it tasted good and there had been some milk in the small refrigerator.

"Some of the guys said you had episodes like that in the cells. Does that happen often?" Yvonne asked pointedly.

Harry shrugged. "It goes away," he told her, still feeling shaken by the visions of those he held most closely to him. Even if Ron and Hermione had survived, he was starting to realize he would never see them again. He would never see the two people that had first been his friends and then more like family. It caused an ache in his heart that radiated out to his chest.

Yvonne gave him a look. After a few, Harry met her blue eyes, where a slightly haunted quality shown for a moment. "How bad was it?" she asked gently.

"How bad was what?" Harry queried, not really wanting to answer her question, knowing what she was looking for.

"Muldoon told us that you were in a fight before you showed up here. The reflexes I just saw, and the ones on the videos, are not natural. Nor is the look on your face when you use that wand. I know a soldier when I see one," she told him. "No child your age should be a soldier."

Harry wrapped both hands around his cup. "It's nothing."

He really didn't want to talk to a complete stranger about this. He needed to see Sirius, to know he was still breathing and would make it.

Yvonne studied him for a bit as he sipped his tea. "I served in the Gulf War two years back. Part of an emergency unit. We got caught in a crossfire when we moved forward to get some wounded out. It was the first time I used a gun against others. Thirty-eight men were in the forward unit. Eight of us moved to evacuate ten of them. We had no way of knowing it was an ambush by more than two hundred Iraqis. It was a Coalition airstrike that saved us. Only fifteen of us left alive. It was the largest loss of life for the Queen's forces and the last counter offensive the Iraqi army put up before they surrendered. I still see their faces, but I've learned to deal with it. I'm going to suggest to Muldoon you start seeing one of the psychologists."

Harry recognized the haunted look in her eyes.

"How did you end up here then? Shouldn't you still be in the army?" Harry asked.

"Got shot in the leg. Was discharged about six months after that. Couldn't carry out my duties anymore. Have more hardware than bone in my lower leg now. Muldoon put out feelers, wanting a field medic or two. I applied and have been on the island for four months now," Yvonne said.

Harry took in a long breath. "You don't think I'm mental?"

She gave him a cheeky grin. "Are you bloody mental? Probably. But have you seen the animals in this zoo? I'll stand with anyone mental enough to like to go near them like you did yesterday."

Harry chuckled, the nightmare receding some. "Yeah, they are pretty wicked."

"The wickedest," the young woman agreed.

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Same day...

Harry had been given a tour through the Visitor Center. It had been very interesting to see the main labs for the island, but he had been told they were just an offshoot of the primary facilities on Isla Sorna. Most of the work here was only to support the current inhabitants and to hatch eggs for dinosaurs meant to inhabit the park.

Harry really liked seeing the skeletons and the main command centre where cameras and motion sensors tracked most of the movement of the dinosaurs and people.

"Now, this here shows you the population counts and if you want, you can find out where they were last seen and in what paddock," Mr. Arnold was explaining.

"That is so cool," Harry said, watching as a two-legged dinosaur hopped out of a dense overgrowth and stalked along the edge of a moat. There was a bunch of numbers and other stuff on the screen. Harry caught that it was a dilophosaurus, and the computer identified it as number 000254.

"Are there two-hundred and fifty-four of them?" Harry asked.

"Thank god, no," Mr. Arnold said. He looked at the screen before him. "We have eight of them in the park. Though Muldoon thinks the encloser is too small for that number."

"Is it?" Harry enquired.

"Damned if I know. I had originally been contracted to work on all the cameras, sensors and fences. Hammond liked what I did so much he named be lead of engineering of this mess about two years ago." The man tapped on the screen. "Nedry, computer four is having linkage issues again. It's not counting that one in the background."

A rather plump man in a Hawaiian shirt and looking like he sweated a lot, even in the cooled building, snorted. "Put it on my list. I'm still troubleshooting why the fences around the paddocks won't let you control them from here anymore."

Mr. Arnold didn't look pleased. "You've been working on that for three days. We have to keep the breaker shed staffed until you fix that."

"I'm getting close. Once the fibre optic lines are reconnected, I can run the new program and re-establish the link," the pudgy man said.

The tall black Mr. Benning came over. "Nedry, we need that fixed today," the man demanded.

"I can only go as fast as the technicians," Nedry shot back. Harry didn't like the man.

"Ray, do we have a confirmation time when Lockwood and his team will be here?" Benning enquired.

"The mainland called about forty-minutes ago that they were leaving. Flight traffic control picked them up and they should be landing at the Allosaurus pad within the hour," Arnold replied.

"Good. Mr. Potter, I expect you to be in the main lobby by twelve-thirty," Benning told him. The man didn't seem to like him but was treating him more respectfully.

"Sure," Harry replied.

"I am not a secretary and should be designing fences and the other buildings, not this," Mr. Arnold muttered. "Can you get the fences back on the system today, Nedry?"

"It will take about two hours for the code to run and remap all the connections and I am off at five and off to the mainland for three days," Nedry replied. "I'll get Wendy and Tom to work on some of the other bugs."

"You aren't going anywhere if those fences are not active again," Mr. Arnold warned.

Harry backed away. He wanted to know more about the dinosaurs, but he didn't want to be in the middle of the two bickering men. There was a half dozen other people at computer stations. One or two looked to be doing programming like Nedry. The others were clearly working on monitoring or running the park.

"How many people are on the island," Harry asked Ericks. The stocky man had drawn the lucky lot to escort him around today. He was hoping that he could lose the bodyguards soon. Harry had no intentions of getting into trouble. This place was too much fun so far, and until Sirius was better, he didn't want to go anywhere else.

"Fifty-two permanent staff, a dozen or two scientists and technicians that cycle between here and Site B, plus forty-seven contractors working on the buildings and other construction projects," the short cropped hair man said.

Harry nodded.

"Can we go to the restaurant to get some lunch?"

"The employee cafeteria is open," the man told him, heading him down to a sub-basement below the restaurant.

It was close to one that found Harry sitting on the base of the T. Rex skeleton that was still being assembled above him. The workers had lain out the rest of the pieces on the atrium floor but were nowhere to be found.

He had been allowed to take a book on dinosaurs from some unopened boxes that would be used to stock a park store soon. Harry wanted to pay for it but had been told to just take it. Thus, he was found going through the book by an Alan Grant. It was pretty interesting about some of the new theories on how they went extinct.

The large entrance doors suddenly opened, causing Harry to startle some. He had never been a huge reader, but when he found something interesting, Hermione had told him he was single minded in his determination. Thinking about her brought back the heartache from earlier, but his attention was soon on the group that came in.

Standing up, Harry put the book under his arm. Ericks straightened, looking more at attention. Harry was coming to realize that the guards were all ex-military from a half-dozen countries around the world. He had been able to count sixteen of them so far.

"When John gets back tomorrow, I want a meeting and a dinner," a man with brown hair said to a woman walking next to him with a note pad. On the other side of the man was a girl with brown eyes that shown brightly. She had a large smile on her face and her long lighter brown hair danced around her as she said, " Can I go see Dr Wu."

"Hold just a few, Charlotte," the man said.

Behind them were a few others with boxes and bags. The girl suddenly stopped bouncing around when she caught sight of him. Harry appraised her to be about a year or two youngers than him. A fleeting thought went through his head about how old was he really now? Just a few days ago he was just over a month away from turning sixteen, now he was just over four.

The girl's bright eyes took him in, and he thought he saw a slight flush on her face.

The man followed her gaze, and a smile came over his face. "Ah, this must be the young man that John has told me about."

Harry stood a little taller, not sure if it was because of the cute girl or the man's more proper English speech and bearing. "Hello, Sir Lockwood. I'm Harry Potter," he introduced himself, unsure if he was doing it right to a person knighted by the Crown. He was very thankful to have some nice cargo pants and a button-down shirt to meet them.

The man gave a welcoming smile. "Well met, young gentleman," Lockwood said. "I would introduce my daughter, Charlotte."

Charlotte stood straight. "Hello," she said.

"Hello," Harry replied.

The man gave his daughter a look before saying. "You can go find Henry now. I want you to be at John's bungalow by six for dinner."

The girl's cheeks took on a little bit of colour for some reason. "Yes, dad."

She walked a little more primly towards the hall that led to the labs. The man chuckled. "It looks like Charlotte may have a new reason to like the island. Now, Mr. Potter, let me introduce you to the other members of my team and if you wouldn't mind, we can go claim my lab space to talk about your unique abilities."

Harry felt his face grow a little warm this time. The girl was cute, but she was a little young still. That being said, Harry felt it would be nice to have someone closer to his age around. "Could you please call me Harry, Sir Lockwood."

"I can do that, Harry. As we get to know each other better, I hope you come to call me Benjamin. Now, this here is my lead scientist, Dr Wendy Bones. She is a leading researcher in Evolutionary Biology and Biochemistry from Cambridge," he said to a woman with bright red hair, a slightly rounded face and hazel eyes. She had an attractive figure and friendly face. Harry had a hard time not to do a double take. The woman looked just Harry would imagine Susan Bones to look like twenty years from now.

"Uhm, hi," he said stupidly, holding out his hand to shake hers.

"Hello. Harry, is it?"

"Please," Harry said.

"I look forward to working with you and Sirius Black. From what I hear, you may be a part to a puzzle I have spent the better part of my career trying to understand," she said with some enthusiasm.

Harry wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"Next is Dr Franklin Papplewick, who has PhD's in physics and mathematics. He is currently a professor at Harvard University, specializing in astrophysics anomalies that may be close to what we are here for," Sir Lockwood said to a man, probably in his late fifties with a balding head and sharp green eyes. They were a duller green than Harry's. The man looked at him like Harry was some new toy. Not a look he was comfortable with.

After shaking his hand Harry was introduced to a short woman of Asian descent with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. She was holding some type of box with a thick wire and something in her hand pointed at him. Her eyes were looking down at a few gages on the box. "Dr Ha Eun Gim, from Seoul National University. He has a PhD in physics and specializes in nuclear fusion."

"You are right. The readings are off the scale," the woman said excited in a light Korean accent.

"Can you hold off until we get in the lab and explain to Harry what we want to do?" Sir Lockwood requested.

"Oh, yes," Dr Gim said, looking up, but still holding the device in her hand towards him.

"Lastly is Dr Travis Rogers, PhD in biochemist and genetics, as was as a physiology," Sir Lockwood indicated a broad man who looked to be in his forties. He had a head of sandy-brown hair with bluish eyes. When Harry shook his hand, he felt like a little child with the size of the man's hand. "Dr Rogers and Dr Bones have competing research that might bring different perspectives to this study."

"It is nice to meet you," Harry said.

"It is pleasure to meet you. Can you really do magic?" that man asked.

"Not here, Travis. If we would, let's go to my labs here," Lockwood said.

They went down the hall towards the labs. Walking past the upper labs, they stopped at a lift, then went a floor down. Lockwood's lab was much like all the others. Large reinforced-glass windows along the hall. A well lit and mostly white work area with a few back rooms. "Lower the shades please," Lockwood said and Ericks clicked a switch on the panel next to the locked door.

The people with Lockwood took their equipment and started to setup around the lab. Harry looked around nervously, his right hand subconsciously moving towards his wand. Noticing Harry's unease, Lockwood said, "Harry. We are only hear to get an initial interview and some data from what we watched on the videos."

"What type of data?" Harry asked.

"We have come up with a few items, like having you use your wand. Telling us about where you learned to do magic. Anything you might know about how it works. There has been a small community that has been starting to look into the reasons behind the miracle we have been able to achieve at Jurassic Park and some other areas that InGen is branching out too. You may be the key, Harry, to unlocking those secrets," Sir Lockwood stated.

Harry figured he would have to act the lab rat for the day. He just hoped this wouldn't be that bad or that frequent.

By the time Lockwood called things for dinner, Harry was eager to get out of there. He thought all the times that the students in the great hall would ogle him had been bad, had just barely prepared him for the number of questions he had to answer, never mind the fact that some technicians had come down from the upper labs and taken some vials of blood, all sorts of measurements, where he had to strip down to his boxers at one point, refusing to take them off or let anyone touch him except when they drew blood.

All sorts of boxes, sensors and instruments he couldn't even fathom what they did were passed over him. Luckily Lockwood had kept the more exuberant at bay, constantly trying to assure Harry this was all normal.

By the time he was allowed to get dressed again, he had to supress a shudder and the urge to grab his wand. The only time he did snap was when Dr Gim tried to grab his wand. Harry struck her hand away and backed up. "Don't grab for that," Harry yelled.

She looked taken back and most in the lab looked up.

The woman shook her hand. "You hit me!"

"You were grabbing for my wand," he snarled back, having had enough.

"We were told we could do whatever we needed," she shot back at him. Harry took another step back; afraid he might punch the woman if she was any ruder. Ericks came up behind him, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Sir Lockwood, I think that enough for the day," his guard said.

"I need to do readings on that wood," Dr Gim complained. "There is something in it. A sample would be worth taking as well."

Harry put a hand over his holster. "No one is taking a piece of my wand! It's a phoenix feather, like I already told you ten times."

"Alright, I think that enough for today," Lockwood said stepping up to them. He looked at his watch. "It's a little after five. Let's call it a night. I'll have a staff meeting at eight tonight to go over things. Harry, would ten tomorrow morning be good to meet with you again?"

"Sure," Harry snapped at the man. Sir Lockwood had been nothing but nice, making him feel a little guilty at the disappointed look he got back. Harry took in a deep breath. "Ten will be fine, Sir Lockwood."

The man nodded. "I'll see you at Hammond's bungalow at six-thirty," Lockwood said.

Harry nodded, not wanting to make any snappier comment to the man. Dr Gim looked less than pleased.

Walking out of the lab, Harry huffed and took off towards the lift. Ericks used his badge to open it and followed Harry as he stalked out. He charged through the atrium and was about to bash through the doors when a girl's voice said, " I rarely see people that upset when they get done with daddy."

Harry whirled around to find Charlotte sitting on the stairs. Letting out a long breath, Harry tried to put on a happy face but only managed a grimace. "Oh, it's been a great day," the sarcasm not being able to be hidden.

She giggled. "Oh, I bet he likes you. Daddy likes it when people are straight and don't look up to his title. He doesn't like rude people though."

Charlotte got up and walked over to him. Harry snorted. "Well, we have something in common there."

"Are you heading over to Uncle John's place?" she asked.

"I was going for a walk. Your father said six-thirty," Harry told her, looking at the watch on his wrist.

"Can I come with you? I'm bored," she told him.

"I thought you were with Dr Wu?" Harry asked her.

"I love seeing the hatchlings and eggs, but none of them are hatching right now and there are no hatchlings in the centre," she told him.

Harry put a hand on the back of his neck. "Oh. Would your dad be alright if you just took off with me?"

She gave him a bright smile. "It's not like we can go far."

"Oh, right."

Feeling a little calmer, Harry opened the door and Charlotte walked primly out, waiting for Harry and Ericks to join her. Putting her hands behind her back, she fell in step besides him. "Where are you going?"

"The overlook. I haven't been there yet," he told her.

"That is always a nice spot. Too bad you can only look down into the valley from there. I hear they are finally going to take Romilda to the island next week."

"Romilda?"

"The largest of the tyrannosaurs on Isla Sorna. Daddy is going to let me go over there tomorrow with Dr Wu. The labs at Site B are much larger," she informed him.

"Muldoon says its where the original cloning was done," he offered.

"Yeah. All the new species are kept there for observation and study before being released over here. I've been there three times now," she told him.

"What other dinosaurs are over there?" Harry asked.

"I'm not supposed to say," she said as though just remembering that.

Harry laughed. "Great. I get poked, prodded and asked a million questions and now I am being teased. Can this day get any better?"

"I wasn't trying to tease you," Charlotte replied hotly.

Harry shook his head. "That was still teasing," he shot back.

Charlotte stuck her tongue out at him. Then she looked around. "Don't let Daddy know I did that."

Harry chuckled. "I think I can keep a secret."

She looked a little relieved. "I'm supposed to be acting more like a young lady. That's so dry though."

Harry was liking her. They made it down the walkway and up the steps to a high platform that was treetop level. From there, they could see the entire valley. "Woah," Harry said. "This is even better than Mr. Hammonds."

"I think so too. I'm hoping I can go down into the valley before we go on Monday," she told him.

"Muldoon took me down to the triceratops yesterday. It sounds like a cave breathing when you put your head to them," he said, a smile coming to his face.

"You were allowed to get close enough to touch them?" Charlotte queried with big eyes.

"Yeah. It was like...," he cut off, thinking he should say like touching a dragon.

"It was like what?"

Harry took a moment. "Like nothing I've ever felt," Harry replied.

She regarded him for a moment. "How old are you?"

"Just about sixteen," he answered. Her face fell some.

"Oh. I just turned thirteen," she told him. Then her face lit up again. "I've been able to touch most of the dinosaurs when they are still babies. Did you know they are a little slimy when they first come out?"

Harry shook his head and spent a half hour listening to everything Charlotte knew about dinosaurs, DNA and how she wanted to make dinosaurs when she got older.

-oOo-

March 23, 1993

Isla Nublar, Costa Rica

Harry was shielding his eyes as the sound of a large helicopter echoed off the mountains around them. Muldoon had allowed Harry to come along and watch Romilda be let loose in the paddock. He still found that funny that Charlotte had called her that one day when she had visited with her father and the name stuck. Having the crazy-about-dinosaurs and how to make them girl around for three days had been good for him. She was a happy person and someone that didn't look at Harry as anything but him. Most people here did.

Actually, in the week-and-a-half he had been here now, not once had it come up that he was known as the boy-who-lived, or that he had defeated Voldemort or any of the things he had hated about the Wizarding world. The longer he was here, the more Harry was starting to think that either there were no other wizards, or he was protected here.

"Here it comes. You are to stay on the jeep. If anything goes wrong, Umbridge will get you back to the visitor compound," Muldoon said.

"Are you expecting it to go wrong?" Harry asked.

"Let's just say that we are still learning how to handle all these animals and accidents have happened," Muldoon replied. As the large twin rotor helicopter came into view, Muldoon moved towards the team of fifteen people by the large gates that led into the paddock. The hum of the electricity through the wires was unmistakable, as were the signs saying that 10,000 Volts ran through them. Harry had no concept as to how much electricity it was but had a healthy respect it had to be quite a bit to hold back the large dinosaurs.

A cage dangled below the helicopter, and as it got closer, Harry thought the machine sounded laboured by the weight of the cage and the animal in it.

He watched in rapped attention as the helicopter came down and men took ropes to guide the huge cage onto a cement pad with some rails on it. The cage had to be doubled the height of the men.

More importantly, Harry could see the huge sleeping bulk of the king of dinosaurs. Well, he guessed, she was Queen actually. Looking between the giant animal and the men beside the cage, Harry had no problem believing that it could just about swallow a man whole. It was about the size of the ridgeback he had to face almost two years ago... well, next year actually...

This whole-time thing was a little confusing at times.

They aligned the cage on the tracks, took off the wires that the helicopter had used, then moved the cage forward. Even from this distance, he heard the solid cluncks as the locks grabbed the cage.

"They had to add those locks after they had an issue with a velociraptor trying to escape," Yvonne said.

"Did it?" Harry asked.

"Not that time, but it scared a lot of people," she commented.

They watched a man put a pole through the bars and poke it into the neck of the sleeping giant. Everyone cleared away, standing a good twenty or more feet back. It took a few moments before Romilda stirred. After another minute, she slowly got to her feet, moving as though dazed. She went to stand and hit the top of the cage. He heard some noises from her before the sound of a goat came to his ears.

"They are trying to entice her out. Muldoon says the tranquilizers usually make them hungry and thirsty," Yvonne informed him.

Harry followed her gaze to see a goat tethered to a pole. "They expect a T. Rex to just go and eat the goat from a pole?"

Yvonne snorted. "You sound just like Muldoon and a few of the other veterinarians."

He gave her a questioning look. "If you were a hunter, would you just go up and take something that can't run from you?"

She laughed this time. "Probably not. She's moving," Yvonne nodded her head in the direction of Romilda. Sure enough, she was moving. She moved in a way Harry had never pictures such a large animal too. She was graceful. Her steps covered yards worth of distance. More surprisingly was that she seemed to move silently. Her feet lifted and landed rather smoothly. He had thought there might be a thud, or a large tremor as she walked, but no. It was like watching the deadliest tiger alive.

"Woah," Harry said, realizing that if he thought the triceratops was like falling in love, he was in love watching Romilda move. The goat started to bleat wildly, as though sensing its death was near.

Yvonne nodded. "I sure hope they know what they are doing letting something like that near anyone."

"She's beautiful," Harry said, sounding like Hagrid with any dragon he saw. Harry had the insane notion he should be scared out of his mind, but he was anything but.

Yvonne laughed, then cringed as Romilda nudged the panicking goat before biting it, half of it falling to the ground as she lifted her head. After finishing the carcass, she walked over to a large pool of water. It was a few moments before she stood, shook herself off and the gates finally closed behind her. Turning, she saw the men releasing locks on her cage. As though aggravated at the ants that had disturbed her, she threw her head forward and roared. It was loud and exclaimed she was the queen.

Yvonne tensed.

Harry's face was in a huge smile. "Wicked."

-oOo-

To answer a few reviews:

1) No, I don't plan on Harry being able to speak to the dinosaurs. This is going to be a bit more of what I consider realistic mixed with magic.

2) Yes, I plan on many other species of dinosaurs at some point, and possibly even magical creatures or extinct animals…

3) No. Harry will not have phoenix tears and basilisk venom in his blood… so if they are cloned, it will not be from Harry.

I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone, but I have other surprises planned if you stay tuned.