Enigma Black: a Harry Potter FanFic

Chapter 6

Picture of an older Bram on the side!

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"Tonight. It has to be tonight. Think of it as a belated birthday present."

Enigma and Onyx were huddled over a book, pretending to be reading in the quiet library. Hurley watched in amusement as their dark hair blended together as if they were one person. Enigma had said something just above a whisper and earned a hard look from the librarian. Bashfully, she lowered her head and continued her intense way of whispering. Onyx was gesturing with his hands as he whispered in her ear. Enigma grinned widely, facing Onyx. Her long hair suddenly shielded Hurley's view of them, the two were so close.

Hurley was happy for them, he couldn't deny that. But he felt a small pang when Onyx and Enigma shared that private, knowing look, like they could read each other's thoughts and feelings. Onyx was supposed to be his best friend, and Enigma might as well be his sister. Gathering his bearings, he headed to the table his friends sat at.

"Hey, Onyx, brah. What's up?"

"We're going to prank Bram today," Onyx replied without any preamble.

Hurley grinned. 

"Righteous, dude. I'm guessing you need the potion on the black market now?" he whispered. 

"Yes, as soon as possible. Give it to Robert in the Ravenclaw common room; don't worry about the password, just go with a crowd," Enigma breathed, shooting a cautious glance at the librarian, Madam Pomphrey.

"Your bird Amanda will help you. She'll tell Rob to sell it to Bram."

Onyx slyly smirked at his friend, as Hurley blushed.

"Alright, I'm gone," Hurley muttered, leaving the two to continue their cosy conversation.

Amanda had better be looking good.

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"Manda, love, haven't seen you in a while!" Hurley called warmly.

"Hey. How are the others?"

"There're chillin'. Mind if I join you to the common room?"

Amanda flashed him a smile. 

"Oh, fine."

Hurley armed his pearly whites with an award-winning grin as he headed through the crown of Ravenclaws. His green tie received some glares, but to their shock, Amanda took his arm. 

"We're making a scene," Amanda hissed between her teeth. 

Ignoring her, Hurley took his time until he reached the boy he was there to meet.

Robert was tall for a third year. His white-blonde hair glinted, slicked back into spikes. Hard blue eyes were framed by sleek, fashionably black frames. Robert analyzed the Slytherin with slight distain.

"You're Hurley, I'm assuming? Here to make a transaction, because Slytherins never wander on without an item to weasel some galleons from me," Rob stated. 

It was true, for the most part. Robert headed the black-market goods exchanged behind The administration's back. It was profitable business indeed.

"Actually," Hurley replied carefully, "I have a proposition for you."

Inwardly, he smiled at his use of a big word.

"You don't pay a knut. All you have to do is give this love potion to Bram, the Ginger," Hurley continued, keeping his excitement contained in a refined, businessman's tone.

"A Ginger in Gryfindor, isn't that an amusing coincidence?" Robert mused aloud. 

"Why should I help you?"

"He's been pestering you for weeks about a love potion," Amanda pointed out, "it's an easy way to get rid of him."

"It is free, if you pass it on to him today," Hurley added helpfully.

"I suppose I could make an exception. Do you want the profit I make off of Bram?" Robert asked, eagerness spilling over his carefully cultivated mask of boredom.

"Nope," Hurley replied, popping the 'p', "we'll make it worth your time."

"Whatever you say," Robert chuckled.

Once Amanda and Hurley were out of the room, Amanda giggled, "Phase One is complete."

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She grimaced, plucking a single hair from the the muggle's body and dropping it into her flask. Polyjuice Potion did not have the most pleasant taste to it.

No matter. This way, she could keep track of that younger, powerful girl. She had thrown the first years off by showing herself while her follower took the Polyjuice for her from that same muggle.

She would have to wait and watch the younger Slytherins.  

For now, she was content at that.

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Bram was feeling especially good today. Enigma had said hullo to him in Herbology, a change from the usual glare. Yes, tonight Enigma Black would be his.

Slipping the expensive potion into the pockets of his robes, he made sure to read both bottles. 

"To love," one said, and the other, "To be loved."

He went to the Great Hall humming.

Bram sat at his usual table of the noble Gryfindors.

Grabbing a random thug, he santered over to Enigma's table. Today, she sat with the usual, pure-blood filth, and a few half-blood followers. Am unusual addition to her table was a girl from Ravenclaw who he failed to recognize. She must have been important, because she sat right next to Enigma.

Bram spat the everyday insults to them, knocking down some of their beverages to conceal the dropping of the potion.  

He walked away, satisfied, the deed done.

As he drank the goblet, though, he began to feel a bit odd. Who was the gorgeous girl sitting next to Enigma? Her blonde tresses glinted the the brightest ray of sunshine.

"I think I'm...in love with her!" Bram said in a strangled voice. His nameless underling looked confused.

"Who, Enigma?"

Bram smacked him upside the head. 

"No you dolt, the girl beside her! She's absolutely stunning!" Bram raved, enraptured.

"Um, Bram, are you mental? She's Amanda, and a Ravenclaw!!"

"I don't care!"

Bram's declarations of love were attracting some attention.  Those at Enigma's table snigered as some photos were being snapped.

Bram sauntered over to Amanda, proclaiminng rather breathlessly, "Hello, my lovely cupcake."

Amanda looked on with wide eyes.

"Hi Bram."

"How can the sun compare to the beauty of your hair?  How can red be red unless it is your lips?"

"Oh Bram, I am so sorry.  I like someone else."

Enraged, Bram roared, "How can you so easily dismiss our love?  My lady Amanda, you have broken my heart, and it will never be mended save you accept my hand."

Hiding a smile, Amanda held up a beozar, saying, "I appologize for the distress I have caused you, but we're a little young, don't you think?  Also, you're a Gryfindor; I'm a Ravenclaw.  It would never work.  Perhaps a beozar can cure a broken heart and save you from further heartache."

"Whatever you say, my dear," Bram said in a sickly sweet voice. He downed the little stone, and Amanda and Enigma's little group fled the scene. 

The next morning, Bram wondered why his face was postered all over the school.  Oh well.  He felt much more popular, now!