I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters/Places in it. I do own Amalthea Vitani and her family
Chapter 8
The Longer I Run
Popping up just outside the Ministry court yard, where they held the Kissings, Amalthea was almost torn away from Draco and Jovi. There were so many people here, but then again, there had been a lot of victims to her father; probably more than he was accused of. Egypt my not have been in the grips of Voldemort but the terrors were closer to home for them. Groups of men got together and just for the fun of it tortured, raped, and killed people. The groups formed like the Muggle mob groups; there was always a head of the "family," they had certain territories and if another group crossed the line it was war between the two. They didn't mark themselves, like the Death Eaters were, no these men were smart. You couldn't tell the good men from the bad.
Draco pulled Thea and Jovi close to him before they were separated. Using his larger body, he pushed easily through the crowds to get to the front where he needed to be for work but also where he was sure Thea wanted to be. Zain was already standing there, his eyes flashing back and forth throughout the crowd, scanning to make sure that no one was going to do something they weren't supposed to. He and Amalthea may not have gotten along but Draco would be the first to admit that he was the best damn Auror he had ever met. Zain was ridiculously quick, thorough, and since he was from Egypt, where they didn't have strict restrictions on their magical abilities, he was able to utilize more of his power than most Aurors. For instance, in London, they had to go to Apparition points, in Egypt, they could Apparate anywhere and everywhere at any point in time, unless the location, such as a house, had wards against it. The London Ministry and the Egyptian Ministry had taken months arguing about international matters, whether or not Zain and others like him, would be able to keep their abilities while London used them as they needed. They had come to an agreement that Egyptians would have to abide by the London Magical Laws at all times, unless they were working for the Auror department; the powers were too useful while working cases since Zain would be able to appear right behind a criminal without them knowing he had the ability to do so, giving the Aurors the upper hand. However, when he was off the clock, he was to use his magic just as every other witch or wizard.
Draco could see that something was bothering Zain because his brows were furrowed, which usually meant something was off and he couldn't figure out what it was.
"Hey, I have to go help Zain, but I will find you guys when I'm done," Draco had to lean down and practically shout to Amalthea for her to hear him.
She just nodded her head not bothering to waste her breath; it was way too loud for him to hear her anyways. Draco disappeared into the crowd, and as he was walking away she could feel someone push against her back. Brushing it off, thinking it was just because there were so many people; Amalthea pulled Jovi in front of her, and stared up at the stage they had set up.
The stage was a light brown wood and on it stood five Aurors, not including Draco and Zain, who were set up in the shape of a star. Each Auror was guarded by their Patronus that stood to the left of them. Draco and Zain were set up to stand in the front of the stage facing out towards the crowd. Draco was on the right with his dragon standing to his left, its tail kept wrapping around Draco's body as the dragon kept his eyes trained up towards the air. Zain stood on the left with his Pharaoh dog faithfully to his left, his Patronus's eyes pointed to the sky as well.
In the sky above them were at least a dozen dementors being kept in place by the Patronus'; they were flying back and forth almost as if they were pacing, like a tiger waiting to be fed. In the middle of the stage, was the London Minister of Magic, Kingsley, and the Egyptian Minister of Magic Neferkare. Neferkare was a man that could have easily been transported back in time and been mistaken as a Pharaoh. The man looked like he was pulled straight off a wall. With his ridiculous head piece, his even more ridiculous triangle beard, perfect almond eyes, dark skin, dark hair, and perfect body. The man looked like he had been plucked from the heavens and put in front of them. He wore gold and white robes. Between the two men was Amon; standing there like he had done nothing wrong, smirking out towards the crowd. His eyes were shining mischievously. He's up to something!
Amalthea had seen that look on more than one occasion and it never ended well for anyone. She tried to lock eyes with Draco to push the thought into his mind but he was too trained on the crowd to pay her any attention.
Kingsley put his wand to his throat casting a sonorous charm.
"Quiet everyone. Quiet!"
Giving the crowd a minute to compose themselves, Kingsley turned to Neferkare, saying something to him; Amalthea was never good at reading lips. Neferkare nodded his head and stepped forward, putting his wand to his throat, and his silky voice rang out over the crowds.
"Welcome everyone. Everyone here knows why this man is receiving the Kiss. We are hoping that those of you out there that we have yet to catch, will learn a lesson from this man. You will be caught. There will always be that one person you let get away, that has courage enough to step forward to tell their story. There will be that one time that you slip up and leave something behind. You will get cocky, they all do. If there is anyone out there that would like to say something, that was not present at the trial to do so, please step forward."
Minutes went by but it seemed like hours; the court yard was so silent it was eerie, like the calm before the storm. Thea had goosebumps run up her arms as she realized that Amon's eyes were trained straight on her; his smirk still gracing his features. She couldn't stop her heart from pounding out of her chest. What the hell is he going to do? Her eyes darting around, looking for something, anything that could be out of place, but she didn't see a thing. Every corner of this place was guarded, locked in, and protected. You're just being paranoid, she tried to convince herself, however, she KNEW Amon. She knew that he wouldn't go down without a fight, without a bang, without making some kind of impression. The man was a puppet of power, greed, and selfishness. His need to be on top and in control would make Amalthea bet every pound she owned that he had some kind of plan.
"Well, let's get started then." Neferkare pointed to the first Auror, signaling to drop his Patronus. Neferkare and Kingsley stepped to the sides away from Amon, casting their own Patronus' for protection.
In swooped 3 dementors at once, each swinging by Amon and sucking out pieces of his soul. Kingsley pointed to the next Auror, and each Auror's Patronus dropped its guard, but they didn't disappear completely. All of the dementors were now circling Amon. Amalthea watched in morbid fascination, how each time a dementor would pass Amon his skin would get paler and his eyes duller. It took about 10 minutes for him to go slack in his seat. Amon Vitani was now dead. Her ring tingled, shocking Amalthea. Her eyes grew wide, shooting up and over to Zain, locking eyes with him.
WHAT THE FUCK? No way, please no way. The only way for it to go down to her, since she was the youngest, is if Zain got permission from their father….THAT SON OF BITCH! Amalthea felt like screaming. She pushed Jovi out of the way but before she could head towards Zain, someone slapped magic restraining cuffs on her arms, pulling her back into his body.
"DRACOOOOOOOO!"
It was the first thing she could think to scream, before her mouth was covered by a sweaty, musky smelling hand.
"Shut the fuck up bitch! Your brother gave up his right as a Vitani and now that you're head of family, we're going to kill you. The Vitani family will be no more."
She saw Draco start running towards them, as she felt the tell-tale tingle in her belly that she was about to be side along apparated.
The longer I run, the less answers I find. No matter how far I run though I'll always be a Vitani and I'd sell my soul for a note and a pound, to survive this and change our name! Make a new home!
Then she was gone, just as Draco reached his arm for her.
