I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters/Places in it. I do own Amalthea Vitani and her family

Chapter 2

Better Days

Ugh what a jerk; typical pure blood man. Sexy though and incredibly delicious. That pale skin would look great against my dark green sheets and…..Amalthea stop it. Bad girl don't EVEN go down that road. She had let her thoughts distract her on the walk to the court room. Court room 1b, court room 1b, where is it. Here's court room 5A, oh here it is. Amalthea came to a set of large oak wood doors. The finish was black outlined in silver trims, silver room number plate, and silver door handle. As her hand reached out for the knob, she could feel the tears coming. She couldn't believe she even came here. He was not worth it. Well it will make this day a tad better seeing him drug from the room by dementors!

Pepping herself up by repeating the mantra "I'm a strong witch…hear me roar," she slowly and quietly opened the doors to the court room. The second the doors opened, her eyes locked onto her father and her breath suck in her throat. The last time she had seen him, he was standing over her, covered in her mother's blood. It looked like the few months he spent in Azkaban, before the hearing, had already sucked his soul out. His skin was taut against his bones, and his normally luminous olive skin had turned to a pale shade of gray green. Needless to say, Amon Vitani looked nothing like the pure blood pater familias.

Amalthea found a seat off in the corner, in the shadows because she really didn't want him to see her.

"The jury has already come to a decision. Marius if you would please give the sentence that has been decided" stated the judge.

A scrawny man with greasy, dull brown hair, and a receding hair line stood. He looked smug, like one of those men with an inferiority complex. This is probably how he gets his rocks off since no woman will sleep with him, Amalthea couldn't' stop the snort that came out, so she tried to cover it with a small delicate cough.

"We the jury, find the defendant guilty of 40 counts of rape, 100 counts of torture, 100 counts of kidnapping, and 15 counts of murder. We sentence him to receive the kiss come this Sunday. You Amon Vitani have 2 nights to say your goodbyes."

"Would anyone in the courtroom like to say anything to the prisoner before he is taken back to Azkaban?" asked the judge.

Amon's eyes flitted over to Amalthea. I should have known the fucker saw me anyways. She didn't know if she could stay composed enough to say anything to him and even if she did, she didn't know what to say. She closed her eyes for a few moments deciding what to do.

"Well if no one wishes to say anything…"

"I will sir." She stood slowly and realized she was shaking to her toes.

"Alright young lady please take the stand."

Amalthea nodded that she had heard him, but she wasn't sure her legs could carry her to the stand. If they so happened to make it there, she was afraid her heart might stop instead. Deep breaths girl. You've been waiting for this since that night. She slowly walked to the stand, while she kept her breathing calm. She made it to the podium and slowly looked up. Amon was smirking at her. He knew she was nervous and he was feeding off of it. That gave her all the courage she needed; eyes turning into slits and her voice coming out in a growl.

"I will be at your kissing. I will watch with joy as your soul is sucked out of you, just as my mother's blood came out of her. To see your soul go into their mouths as my mother's blood seeped out of her and onto the cloth that gagged my mouth since I was that close to her. I had to call you father growing up but know now that you have never been my father. I have never and will never consider you my father. The second your lifeless body is put into the ground, I'm burning the family house along with all the portraits, family journals, and anything else associated with our family. I know it won't erase the past, but I can try to get rid of as much as I possibly can. I will forever hate the fact that I am a Vitani and I will have to spend the rest of my life trying to regain respect for us."

She was proud of herself; she had kept her eyes locked with his the entire time; he was the one who looked away first. Keeping her head held high, she slowly descended from the stand, stopping at her seat to grab her papers, and headed towards the doors; she was no longer needed here. Not once did she look back but as her eyes came up from her seat they locked on the person standing at the door. Draco was staring at her with steely sympathetic eyes, and she was shocked to see him standing there, confusion showing in the way her perfectly sculpted eye brows furrowed. Her eyes caught a glint of his Auror badge sitting proudly on his chest. Ah. He must be on duty. That explains it. Underneath his badge were stains from their encounter in the lobby. She wanted to laugh. Pristine pretty boy has been walking around with stains on his expensive robes. Once she reached Draco, she turned her head up to him and gave a soft apologetic smile. Reaching a slim hand out for him, she rested her palm flat on his hard chest, covering the coffee stains, closed her eyes and they slowly vanished. Keeping her palm flat on his chest, she turned her head up to see him studying her intensely. They stared at each other for a few minutes, both offering support to the other, and she was glad that there was no pity in his eyes. The ministry bell chime 10 o'clock and that broke the trance they seemed to be in. She gave him a small sad smile, dropping her hand to the door handle, and leaving out the doors she came in.

Amalthea promised herself that once Amon was dead, the rest of her days would be better days.