Nowhere to Run

A crossover between, in my opinion, the best books ever: Skulduggery Pleasant and Harry Potter.

When Valkyrie gets trapped in another dimention, unable to return to her home, she enrolls at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. As her hope of rescue fades, theres another, bigger threat: Lord Voldemort has caught wind of her, and wants to use her as a weapon that could help them win the war - and he will stop at nothing to get her.

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Its set in their 6th year, and Valkyrie is the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione. I'm not sure whether it'll make sense or not to those of you that havent read Skulduggery Pleasant (it is a lot less common than Harry Potter) but either way.... enjoy!! Give it a chance, the first chapter isnt exactly the most exciting or best written of them all, but by chapter two & three you will be hooked. Please like and comment!

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7. It Never Goes to Plan

Valkyrie walked beside Hermione, the sky a brilliant blue. The boys walked ahead, chatting – though Valkyrie could only catch snippets of their conversation due to the strong westerly wind. “You’ll absolutely love Hogsmeade,” Hermione told her matter-of-factly. “Though, I haven’t met anyone who hasn’t,” she added, thinking. “But the first place you just have to go is Honeydukes. And you’ll love butterbeer too – it’s fantastic! Oh, I’d forgotten how exciting it is for first timers…” she sighed wistfully. Both girls laughed, then walked in silence for a while. Hermione daydreaming of her third year, and her first visit to Hogsmeade, Valkyrie fantasizing about the wonders of Honeydukes she was soon to discover.

A strong gust of wind whipped her hair against her face, and…  she was sure she could hear her name being called. Valkyrie stopped walking, listening intently. Yes, there it was again. It was if the wind were saying her name. Valkyrie… Valkyrie!  “Can you hear anything?” Valkyrie asked Hermione, who had stopped, and was making a questioning face. “No?” She answered, confused. “Oh, okay…”

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” Valkyrie assured her, dismissively.

***

“It’s no use,” Tanith said finally, slumping against a rock. “We can’t just give up!” Ghastly told her accusingly. “Calling her name is getting us nowhere… And my throat is sore.”

“Mine’s not!” Skulduggery added cheerily. “Oh, I wonder why…” Taniths voice dripped with sarcasm. “Skulduggery, fly up and see how big this forest is, or if you can see Valkyrie even.” Ghastly suggested. “Yes, your eminence,” he teased, rising up of the ground, then shooting up above the treetops. He floated down gently, and as soon as his feet touched the foliage he spoke. “Well, I didn’t see Valkyrie,” he started, “But I did find out that there’s a castle nearby. Maybe we’ve travelled in time.”

“Valkyrie’s probably at the castle,” Tanith piped up. “My thoughts exactly. We could walk, but it would be quicker to fly…” Skulduggery hinted. “Are you serious? Skulduggery, I’m a boxer and Tanith is a super-muscly sword lady. We’d be way too heavy!” Ghastly told him realistically. “Technically, Ghastly, you’re a politician. And I’m a skeleton. As long as you don’t break my bones, I have no muscles to feel the strain. Besides, I was only going to carry Tanith…”

“Skulduggery, I can’t fly.”

“No, but you’re an elemental – you can control the air. Tanith?” He said, offering his hand.

They touched down by the edge of the forest, then walked the rest of the way to the castle. The doors were standing wide open, with students filing in and out of the school. Or, they had been, until they saw a walking talking skeleton, a grotesquely scarred man, and a girl with a sword at her belt heading straight for them. Some of the first years screamed, running for the staircase.

Tanith leant towards Ghastly and whispered, “Why are there so many children!?”

“My guess is as good as yours…” Ghastly shrugged, bewildered. At that moment, a smirking blond boy turned the corner, followed closely by a permanently sneering man clothed in black robes. Skulduggery whispered to Ghastly, “they make your uniforms look normal.”

“Who are you and how did you get in?” the man said harshly, pointing his wand at their chests. Skulduggery stepped forward. “My name is Skulduggery Pleasant, and we came through the front door, seeing as your windows were too small to climb through. Have you heard of Valkyrie Cain?”

“I have.”

“Where is she?”

The man smirked, “Not here…” In a flash, Skulduggery had grabbed a fistful of the man’s robes and was holding him up, forcing him on his toes, “If you’ve harmed her in any way whatsoever, I swear I’ll kill you.”

“Is there a problem here?” A stern voice asked from behind. Skulduggery let go of the man, then turned to the woman addressing him. She wore emerald green robes, with her greying hair pulled back into a tight bun. She surveyed him through her spectacles. “You are a skeleton.” She stated simply. “Yes, I’ve noticed,” Skulduggery nodded his head. She looked from Skulduggery, to Ghastly, then Tanith, back to Skulduggery, and sighed. “Not again. I am Minerva McGonagall, deputy head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You and your friends will have to come with me.” She turned on her heel, and lead them away. Skulduggery matched her fast pace. “Just checking, you aren’t leading us to the dungeons or anything? This place looks like it would have dungeons.”

“Mr Pleasant, this is a school.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Everything will be explained shortly.”

“Didn’t that man back there say Valkyrie wasn’t here?” Tanith whispered to Ghastly. “Yes…” he replied, staring at their surroundings.

After saying the password, McGonagall followed them up the spiraling staircase. Skulduggery knocked twice before opening the wooden door at the top of the stairwell. An old man with wispy grey hair looked up as they entered and smiled. “Mr Pleasant. Valkyrie will be pleased. I am Albus Dumbledore, head of the school. Miss Cain is currently out, with her friends, and I expect she’ll return in a few hours.

“She was here?”

“Yes, she’s been staying here ever since she arrived. She was in an awful state when she came, but is fine now.”

Skulduggery bowed his head. “It’s all my fault…”

“I rather doubt that.  I expect that you and your friends have a lot of questions, and in Valkyries absence, now would be a great time to answer them.”

***

A few hours later, Valkyrie emerged from the din that was the three broomsticks, her insides warmed from butterbeer. Harry was behind her, with Ron – however Hermione had gone to Scrivenshaft’s quill shop as she was out of parchment, apparently. “Its official,” Valkyrie turned to Harry, grinning. “I love butterbeer.”

“Yeah,” Ron agreed, “it’s the best drink in the world-” He faltered, staring in horror at something over Valkyrie’s shoulder. Harry was staring also, his face ghostly pale. Ron swore. “What?” Valkyrie said warily, turning. “Voldermort,” Harry choked. “He’s here. He’s found me.”

Valkyrie looked, and saw twelve columns of black smoke in a circle surrounding them. Masked people appeared from the smoke, all wearing black. “Pinks the new black, apparently.” Valkyrie suggested to the deatheater closest to her. “How are you so calm!?” Ron squeaked. “You get used to the danger. Well, you get used to masking your fear. I’d tell you to get behind me, Harry, but it wouldn’t exactly make much difference.” Harry remained silent.

“Harry…” Valkyrie started, her fear beginning to show, “Harry, on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is our situation right now?”

“Truthfully? 11.” Harry said, wand raised.“Ah.” Valkyrie said, fireballs in both her hands, “one of those times.”

“Where the hell is Hermione!?” Ron shouted.

“I don’t think she’d make much of a difference!” Harry shouted back.

“She could run and get help! Where is everyone?”

“Silence,” A cold, high pitched voice hissed, like a snake. All three froze, craning their necks to see where the voice had come from. “I can smell your fear…” the voice whispered.

“A boyfriend of mine said that once. I punched him in the face.” Valkyrie talked to the empty air.

“Ah, Valkyrie…   I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. I am Lord Voldermort. You fear me.”

“’Pleasure’ wouldn’t be the word I’d use…” Voldermort chuckled, still not in physical from. “Valkyrie,” he said softly. “You offend me…” At that moment, Valkyrie felt a skeletal finger stroke her cheek. She snapped her head around, throwing fireballs. “Too slow,” Voldermort whispered into her other ear. She turned, and stared him in his slit-pupiled eyes. ‘Oh hi Tom, didn’t see you there. We were sort of busy, we were planning to head back to the castle actually, so if you could just move…”

Voldermort’s face remained expressionless. He stood unnaturally still, watching the three. 

“Worth a try.” Valkyrie sighed.

“What do you want?” Harry asked him harshly. Valkyrie looked to Harry. “What do you think he wants!?”

“Actually,” Voldermort spoke, “I’m not here for Potter. I’m here for you, Miss Cain.”

Valkyrie’s mouth went dry. “What?”

“I’m here for you. I plan to use you to win this war. Your classmate, Draco Malfoy, told me everything he knew about you. I was… intrigued. Never had I ever come across anyone like you before.”

“No offence, but I don’t plan on joining your ‘let’s kill potter and everyone else on the way’ club.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” At this point, Valkyrie felt a cold, hard hand holding the back of her neck, with their wand pressed against her windpipe. Valkyrie reacted instinctively, turning and following through with a punch that landed right on target, smashing into the death eaters nose, spitting their mask in two. Voldemort grabbed her arm while she was distracted, looked at Harry and hissed, “Next time Potter,” before disapparating along with Valkyrie. His death eaters followed suit immediately, leaving Harry and Ron back to back, white faced and shaking.

They saw Hermione exit a small shop near the end of the street, and began to walk towards them. When she was within earshot, she laughed and said, “What happened to you two? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost! And where’s Val?”

“Worse than a ghost,” Ron said blankly.

“Voldermort took her.”

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