Chapter 2: The Power of Life
The plan was simple, using the four selected Death Eaters; they would make the next generation of the reign. DNA was one of the things these four men were needed for. Each year, a baby clone would be born into the world of pain and torture. To make these clones, they would use something near a Polyjuice Potion.
Severus Snape was the Potions Master. He was to organize the entire creation process. He would need the following from each of the exclusive: Hair, blood, semen, and measurements, to originate a clone. For if the ingredients weren't measured right, the clone could become deformed...
"Lucius, do you have that sample for me yet?" Severus Snape inquired from the other side of a closed door as he tapped his foot impatiently. He didn't have long to wait, for next minute, Lucius strolled out and handed him the small phial.
"Well, that was refreshing" He commented casually, brushing his long spindly fingers through his short blonde hair before flashing Snape a smirk. Snape just gave him a curled lip of disgust before Lucius sat down with the other three men to watch the process-taking place.
Severus Snape zoomed from one end of the room to another, mixing this with that, pouring blue with red...
Snape stood behind a large circular tank of water. He had to be careful or something could go wrong. And he knew for one, Voldemort would not take kindly to miscalculations. Slowly and carefully he poured the samples in, then, the moment of truth, picking up a green solution he poured it into the tank. Now, all that was left was to wait.
Two of the four men sitting in the four straight-backed armchairs-Wormtail and Karkaroff-leaned forward in their seats.
A great puff of smoke emitted from the tankard, but soon disintegrated to the potion again. All five pairs of eyes watched as the potion turned blood red, then fluorescent yellow and then finally, light blue. Once the smoke cleared, a miniscule egg (like that in a woman's uterus) could be seen floating in the middle of the tank. Lucius watched as a sample of his semen poked its way into the egg. A new life was being actualized before his very eyes. The process had begun…
Nine months following The Procedure, the infant clone was born. Lucius held the small baby in his arms. It looked up at him with innocent silver eyes, and even possessed a bit of its father's blonde hair in a soft tuft on top of its head.
Lucius didn't have long with his little 'clone' though, for Snape snatched the child away almost immediately to check it over, and make sure everything had gone according to plan. His black eyes widened, as his pupils disappeared into his irises. Lucius watched as Snape rushed over to his notes and calculations, tearing at his hair and looking worried.
"Something wrong?" Lucius asked lazily, leaning back against one of Snape's many Potions cabinets.
"Something wrong? SOMETHING WRONG?!?!?!" Snape realized he sounded quite hysterical and quickly cleared his throat.
"Is there something wrong with the child, Snape?" Whispered an elusive voice in Snape's ear.
"Master!" Snape shouted in a startled manner, spinning around.
"Well?" The dominating figure beneath the masking cloak placed his hands on his hips.
Snape strode over to the hardwood table were the child was sitting upright already, making elaborate finger puppet shadows on the opposite wall. A piece of cloth sheltered its delicate body. Snape picked up the young child and brought it over to his master, lifting aside the piece of cloth to reveal the baby was...
"Female..." The master hissed.
"I don't know what went wrong." Snape started stuttering quite desperately, "All the calculations were just right and-"
"Relax, this has never been done before." His master reassured, "It does not matter. Continue on the other three. Child #1, will be trained once old enough."
"Yes master." Snape swept off, the child blinking in his arms…
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The same thing happened with children numbers 2 & 3 as did with Child #1, all three turning out to be female. To Snape's awe, Voldemort wasn't infuriated with this, rather short of it actually. It seemed he was enjoying this, the clones turning out to be women.
"You must be on your feet at all times!" Lucius lectured as he tried to nick his determined four-year-old female clone, with his battle sword.
Child #1 leapt into the air, long blonde hair flying out behind her, silver eyes flashing in the heat of the battle. Once she landed behind Lucius, she swung her sword around to his back, only to miss, slicing into thin air. Lucius had ducked away as she had jumped and stood behind her now, the tip of his blade pressed dangerously against her neck.
"Always study and anticipate your opponent's moves, or it will be your down fall"
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Child #2, three years of age, was dark skinned had black curly hair, and rich bronze-coloured eyes, buried behind the face of concentration.
Wilton Lestrange listened as his female re-incarnation played an exceptionally difficult, impossibly expeditious piece on the piano. Her diminutive premature fingers had to fly to reach all the correct notes in accurate rhythm.
"Your E's are flat, the composition was written in D major foolish child!" Wilton reproved as Child #2 began her piece once again, sans flat E's.
She was enforced in the playing of the piano. Whenever she hit a key, one could feel the energy in every note. She was resolute and much like her father wouldn't cease in practice until she had accomplished her goal with complete perfection. She would often keep herself up, late into the evenings and early mornings practicing her music and extensive knowledge, for those were the two qualities the Lestrange's prided in most.
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Child #3 had blown, chestnut, wavy hair, a soft complexion, and an innocent portrayal.
But, for a two-year old, attacking a stuffed dummy with a sharpened stick didn't seem remotely innocent.
"HARDER!" Igor Karkaroff bellowed at his feminine offspring, as she had to yet make a slice in the dummy's thick material. "Let your energy flow through your body and… STRIKE!"
"AAAAAAARGH!" The child leapt into the air with a valiant battle cry, and as she landed, brought the stick down, cutting the dummy right down the middle. At first there was no movement, expect for the panted breathing of the third child, but it was only moments before, with a soft "Thump" the dummy split right in two, both flanks falling aside, contents spilling forth from the victims' open gut.
"Getting there." Igor whisked the debris away with a flick of his wand. "Now let's see you try your hand at the bow…"
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