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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2. Quiddich

The next morning, Valkyrie gained many stares as she walked down to the great hall with Harry, Hermione and Ron, but she didn’t care – she’d just been told about quiddich, and more importantly, that the quiddich try-outs were today. Despite the fact that she’d never been on a broomstick in her life, it sounded like the most exciting thing ever, and she wanted in.

“So…” she turned to Harry, trying to act casual, “could I try out? Who would I have to talk to – who’s the captain?”

“This year – me!” Harry grinned at her, “and sure you can try out. But. You only get on the team if you’re actually good, and seeing as you’ve never been on a broom in your life… my point is, just because we’re friends, doesn’t automatically get you a place on the team. Does it, Ron?”  Ron sighed. “I know, Harry.”

“Good. Val, you should probably practise flying now, just so you can get the hang of it, before you try out. You’ll have to borrow one of the school brooms – they suck, but it’s better than nothing. Here, follow me, the pitch is this way…” Harry started walking, followed by her and Ron. Hermione started walking back the way they’d come, muttering. Ron rolled his eyes, “Don’t mind her, she just sucks at flying. She doesn’t get quiddich.”

Ron looked at her. “Why do you wear those clothes?”

“Well, I don’t exactly have any other clothes to wear, do I? But I always wear these anyway – I’d be dead without them. They’re protective, both impact absorbent and bulletproof. For example, if someone punches me, it doesn’t hurt as much.” Harry stopped in his tracks, and turned to her. “Why would people be punching you!?” Valkyrie laughed, “It’s kind of in my job description. Or, it should be.”

“You have a job?”

“Yeah, it’s great. I almost die every day, but that’s what makes it fun!”

“What do you do?” Ron asked.

“I’m a detective, I guess. But basically, my job is to punch the baddies. It can get pretty messy though. People die because of us. And people don’t die because of us, too. We’ve saved the world about…” She started counting on her fingers, “Seven times now. Well, five memorable times – who knows what would’ve happened if me and Skulduggery hadn’t gotten rid of all those others…  I’m trained in every martial art I can think of, and am pretty good at magic too. I’m a trained elemental, so I have control over the elements, and I’m a necromancer – that’s death magic, or shadow magic. I’ve been working since I was eleven. Since I met Skulduggery.”

Harry and Ron both stared at her. “Woah.” they said, simultaneously. They both stood there for a moment, dumbstruck. “Umm…. Quiddich try outs!” Harry said, snapping everyone back to their senses.

The pitch was huge. Valkyrie stood on the grass, clutching one of the school brooms. Her heart was thumping in her chest – excitement flooded through her. “Ready?” Harry asked, holding his broom (which was, Valkyrie could tell, a whole lot better than the one she was using). A smile plastered on her face, she nodded at him, before swinging her leg over the broom handle. “Okay. When you’re ready, kick off the gr-“ Valkyrie jumped, and shot off the ground like a rocket. “WOAH!!” Harry sighed, and followed her up, planning on instructing her how to control herself while on a broom. As captain, he knew that she wasn’t going to make the team – she wouldn’t be good enough. But he still wanted to help her learn to fly.

Valkyrie whopped, the air rushing past her. She was flying. It was thrilling. She felt free, freer than she had since she arrived here. Free of her problems, free of worry…   it was a relief. And flying wasn’t that hard, either. It was almost as if the broom could read her mind, twisting and diving when she wanted. She dived, skimming the grass, bent low over her broomstick – she grabbed the biggest ball from the trunk that Harry had brought out of the changing rooms – it was red, about as big as a basketball. She soared up, took a sharp turn, sped towards the goalposts, nagging her broom to go faster. She threw the ball, with all her might, and it soared right on target through the highest, middle hoop. She grinned at Harry, who was sitting in mid-air, mouth hanging wide open.

After returning the red ball, she released one of the two, struggling black balls she’d been told were bludgers, then grabbed a bat and chased after the ball, and whacking it as it turned on her so hard that it splintered into tiny little pieces, which rained down on Ron, who was sitting in the stands directly below her. He looked up at her, the same amazed look on his face as Harry. She gave a little wave, before rushing down towards the chest one last time – to release the golden snitch. The small, ping pong sized ball unfurled its delicate, golden wings while she held it in her fingers. Valkyrie threw it high into the sky, and she watched it, hovering on her broomstick. She waited a full ten seconds, then sped after it, recapturing it in under a minute. She placed the golden ball back in the chest, turned on her heel, and flew gently over to Harry, who had already returned back to earth (probably to stop himself falling off his broom). She smiled at him again, dismounted, and said to him “I thought you said flying was hard for first timers?” Harry became conscious that his jaw was hanging wide open, threatening to fall off. “Yeah…” He said, astonished. “ It should be.”

***

Harry hovered in mid-air on his broomstick, inwardly sighing at the giggling bunch of girls as they fell about on their broomsticks. “NEXT!” He shouted, summoning the next group up. Valkyrie and 5 other hopefuls flew up to meet his height. “I want you all shooting goals, one hoop per person. Let’s go!” Valkyrie and two others flew down to the end of the pitch, all collecting a quaffle each on the way. Valkyrie started shooting hoops, scoring every time, and every time diving down, catching the ball before it hit the ground, then flying up, further away from the pole each time.

Harry and Ginny circled around, watching everyone’s performances. “I swear,” Harry whispered to Ginny, “Valkyrie is flawless.” Ginny rolled her eyes. “She’s not, actually. Do you know what she does? Like, as her job”

“Yeah, save the world, basically.”

“Harry, she’s got a dark side. An incredibly dark side. She’s killed people, Harry.” Harry’s face paled. “No. I don’t believe you. How would you know? Valkyries not a murderer.” Ginny glanced at him sideways. “We girls know things. Boys just believe what they see, and what they’re told.”

“I still don’t believe you,” Harry told her.

“Suit yourself…” Ginny flew over to the other side of the pitch, her flaming hair blowing behind her in the wind.

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