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

Chapter 10

The Escapist

"Gentlemen, the story I'm about to tell you, shines a lot of light on a dirty, dark place in Egypt's history of pure-bloods."

Kingsley had decided that a small secluded conference room was better than his office. With all 9 gentlemen present in the room, Neferkare and Kingsley were sitting at the heads of the table. To the right of Kinsley were Draco, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Nahim Makar. Then to the right of Neferkare were Goban Cullen, Eireen O'Leary, and Chiko Ayo.

Neferkare pointed his wand to the door, putting on a silence charm, and locking the door with spells that no one else but Zain had heard of.

"The Pharaoh's weren't all Muggles. A majority of them were actually wizards just as a lot of the Queens of Egypt were witches. The things they would bury them with were items they couldn't part from, items that they would want in the after-life with them. They believed that in the end, we lie awake, and we dream of the things we had and being buried with our things makes it more real. But now, we have groups of wizards that try to keep that tradition. However, they have twisted it and contorted it into something dark and sinister. They have turned it into a game. How many virgins can they can take, how many lives they can own by taking them at the end of their wand, how many commodities….like Amalthea they can try to possess. Amalthea is of extremely rare blood; she has old magic running through blood…."

"That's not all that's rare about her" Zain whispered.

"What?" Neferkare's eyes got wide.

"I said that's not all that's rare about her."

"Well, that's a good thing then. The more rare the commodity, the more likely they are to keep it/them around. Whoever has the largest collection when they die gives more points to that clan, making that clan head of other clans. Each clan responds to the top clan and so forth down the line. The clan with the lowest points usually tries underhanded means to catch up which causes them to be murdered. The remaining clans will all receive a piece of the bodies as a trophy."

"And you guys thought Voldemort was sick trying to purge the world of Muggles" mumbled Blaise.

"No, we didn't think he was sick, we thought and still think he was weak. The thing about Egyptian wizards is that we want power and we want lots of it. The man who took Amalthea is obviously in a lower clan and wishes to shoot up in the ranks. That poker chip is a token to let the other clans know what he has taken. The poker chips come in different colors; each color symbolizes the ranking of uniqueness. I don't know all of the colors, but I do know that blue is the highest; it would ensure that this witch/wizard be put in the head clan, Amon's clan. The chip lets other clans know that she's up for bids."

"Dat tis human trafficking" cried Goban.

"I know but that is their game. I'm not defending it; I am just telling you what they are doing."

"Why did Zain throw the chip at you?" probed Theodore.

"My father was head of the clan before Amon took over. Amon took over the clan at the age of 16, knocking my father out of the ranks. Amon had somehow convinced my father to kill himself so he could receive glory in the after-life; his death gave Amon title of human God, in the eyes of the clans. To be able to convince another man to commit suicide is a gift from the devil."

"Do you know of any other colors for the chips?" asked Eireen.

"I know that green with black is monetary offers, the lowest ranking. There is a pink and purple for virgins, I don't know its rank. There is a red and white which is for murder…body parts. I don't know of any more or what the rankings are."

Draco sat completely still. He had no idea what to think of all of this. These people are nuts; irrevocably, certifiably, nuts. The whole lot of them. How the hell were they supposed to save Amalthea? How would they even go about it?

"Wait, Zain didn't you say that Amalthea was more rare than we think. What exactly are you talking about?" inquired Draco. He knew now was not the time to try to get to know her more but he couldn't help it.

"The Vitani family is a rare form a Veela. Morgana was the first. Our Veela isn't what you guys know of Veela today. The Veela that runs through our family is more of an inside animal. Our Veela comes out during extreme times. For example, if were about to die, our Veela will take over. The Veela in our blood is based on instincts. If we haven't found a lover by a certain time, it'll come out causing us to mate, to continue our line. There's no way to control Veela magic. Once Amalthea's Veela comes out, those cuffs they put on her won't do a damn thing. I also feel sorry for the bastards if she does come out; Amalthea's Veela could seduce a God into sinning, she can take down a house by blinking, and she'll kill a man without thinking. It will take a lot for her Veela to come out though. I can call mine out on will because I have become one with my Veela half; Amalthea has locked hers up. She's afraid of her Veela powers; she calls her Veela Eris, the Goddess of Discord. As far as I know, Eris has only come out once."

The room had become so quiet, so still, that when Zain had finished with his story, no one was even breathing.

"So, to have a vial of her blood…." Neferkare started but couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence; he had a feeling he didn't need to.

Is that why I was drawn to her? Because she's a Veela?

"Well, how are we supposed to find her?" Kingsley asked with a resigned sigh.

"I can get us in easy. We have the chip. We rub the chip and it brings us to him. We need to send in two people only though; one person to act as the buyer and the other as a slave to the buyer. The disguises will have to be good though. These kind of people can see through shitty glamour jobs," declared Zain.

"Well there should be no question which two Zain; me and you of course!" Draco practically screamed.

"I must agree with Mr. Malfoy. I think the best two for this job would be you two. However, I believe Zain should be the slave because he is too invested to act as the buyer." Kingsley stood as he finished. Dismissing the rest of the team, he turned to Draco and Zain.

"You boys have 30 minutes to mentally prepare yourselves before you get the glamour charms of your life. The faster we act, the less likely it is that someone has not already bid a hefty sum for her."

Draco was still seated, when Zain put his hand on his shoulder, leaned down and whispered in his ear "Remember her Veela isn't like the Veela you know these days. Thea's still young so her Veela won't call out for a mate. Her Veela will let her pick her own men, but will let her know if she doesn't think it's a good choice."

He pated Draco on the back and walked away; giving him the space he needed to mentally prepare himself. All Zain could think was that hopefully she'd be able to dream and make her escape before something too bad happened to her.