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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12. Plotting in Secret

It was a Friday evening. Valkyrie stared out the window at the inky night, lost in thought. It had been a week since her Darquesse outbreak, and no one knew the details, except for those that were there. There were many rumors floating around the school, one including a dragon and a banshee – the only solid facts they had was that Harry had knocked on deaths door, and Valkyrie viewed it as her fault.

She still felt tremendously guilty, inside. But she was sparing everyone else to see that, and was bottling it up inside, like she always did. Someday it would get to her, but some day wasn’t today, and she lived in the moment. It helped that Harry was fine. Still fragile, but he got out of the hospital wing the day before and seemed to be his old self again. Also, they were dating now, but hadn’t told anyone. She had to keep reminding herself that No, she wasn’t cheating on Fletcher, because they were just friends still. Even if he was still around and totally trying to get back together with her, she was still over him and that was final.

Valkyrie jumped and stifled a shriek as Tanith dropped from the ceiling beside her. It still took her a moment to remember that she was actually, really truly back for good. She relaxed, but noticed the hurt in her friend’s eyes. “What did I do?” Tanith whispered under her breath to herself, but Valkyrie heard it. She stepped forward and hugged her, for what felt like the millionth time that day. “I’m sorry. It’s fine. What were you going to say?”

“I was just wondering when you want to leave.” She replied as they broke apart. Valkyrie’s face fell – she actually hadn’t thought about that. “Oh. Right. Umm…  not sure? Not before tomorrow’s quiddich game, definitely.”

“Well, we have to leave soon, and you know it. Now that we’re here, some of the teachers are debating whether or not you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“Well, they can suck it up, the grumps.”

“Valkyrie, we’re leaving on Sunday morning, okay?”

***

“Valkyrie, we’re leaving on Sunday morning, okay?” Harry overheard Valkyrie’s friend, the blond one, tell her. He saw Valkyries shoulders sag as she agreed. He walked over to Ron, who was attempting to teach Hermione how to play wizard chess. “It’s really simple, Hermione. No, you can’t do that! Remember, the knights- sorry, horses, can only move in ‘L’ shapes. Hey, Harry,” Ron said.

“Hi. Valkyrie’s leaving on Sunday.” Harry told them, face grim.

“What!? Why?” Hermione asked, upset.

“Well, they’ve come back for her. Valkyrie was trapped here, but now that her friends have come, she’s not. It’s time she has to go back to her own world, I guess.”

“Bummer.” Said Ron.

“Hey, but I had an idea,” Harry started, “we should throw a leaving party for her!”

“Yes! And you know who’s the master of making party’s fun?”

“Me?” Hermione said with fake hope.

“Ha ha.” Ron said sarcastically. “No. Fred and George!”

“Yes yes yes!! Start telling people. Anyone who isn’t a Slytherin, or annoying. Ron, you get hold of Fred and George, tell them about Valkyrie and the party. Hermione, you need to stop thinking about school rules, and start planning the things that need to be planned, like food, for example. Go down to the kitchens and ask your elf buddies to make some party food!” Harry’s voice rose higher and higher, and he was practically jumping up and down with excitement. For an eight year old boy, this would be normal. A sixteen year old? Not so much. But still. “This is going to be awesome!!”

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