Enigma Black: a Harry Potter FanFic

Hello! My first story on Wattpad (bites finger nails nervously)! Just joking, actually. I've never bitten my nails before. Disclaimer, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, J.K. Rowling does. I'm just building on her story. She owns all the rights to the characters. So give this a try and I hope you likey!

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Voldemort was dead.

Harry Potter sat in a contemplative mood in the house of Siris Black.

Voldemort was dead, and he had killed him.

Harry supposed he should feel jubilant and victorious; instead he felt sorrow and pain. So many had died for the struggle over the years. The killing of one who was once a man could never bring back the dead. As he looked around at the faces of friends he had come to know as family, he mourned the faces he didn't see and would never again see in person. Ron and Hermione sat on the couch opposite his. The kitchen bustled with activity. Amid the noise the doorbell rang. His two friends rose with him, but he smiled, "I'll get it."

After all, it was his house.

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Harry opened the door to a frantic woman.

"Please help me! They're coming for me!"

Harry hushed her.

"Who are you? What exactly do you want?"

The woman raised her surprisingly familiar hazel eyes to his. Her black hair was a little messy and unkept, but Harry saw that she was one beautiful.

"My name is Katriona Potter. I'm James's sister, your aunt. Please, all I ask is for some shelter for myself and my child. We'll only stay the night,"

"That can't be possible. My father was an only child,". Harry said slowly.

Katriona smiled bitterly.

"James's petronous was a stag, as well as his animagus. My brother also was Hogwart's best Seeker. He married the love of his life, your mother. He also died for you."

"How do I know that you didn't just look that up?" Harry questioned.

"You can't. You have to trust me," Kationa replied.

"And the child," Harry gestured to the girl.

She was a striking girl, with dark eyes and hair, pale complexion. She had to be quite young, but she regarded Harry with intelligent eyes.

"Can you guess who my dad was?" she asked, eyes dancing.

Taking pity on the girl, Harry played along.

"I haven't the foggiest idea. Who?"

"My dad was Sirius Black!" the girl proclaimed happily, them frowned.

"Mum says I can't see Daddy because he's dead."

Harry's blood ran cold. To Katriona, he said,

"Come inside. You have quite a bit of explaining to do."

"Her name is Enigma," Katriona murmured as he lead them inside, "Enigma Black."

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