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!


9. The Interrogation

When Valkyrie awoke, she was bound to a chair, and in complete darkness. Her hair was matted across her face, and by the damp smell she could tell she was underground. The only part of her body that she could move was her head, and no matter which direction she looked, all that she saw was the darkness. It pressed in from all sides. She had no way of telling how big the room was, how deep underground she was, or even where the entrance was. It was terrifying.

The biggest problem was, Skulduggery was a whole dimension away, and not in any position to rescue her (or so she thought…). She couldn’t move, or click her fingers to bring light. Valkyrie was literally helpless.

She sat there, keeping her breathing under control, and after about ten minutes she heard the sound of a bolt being slid back behind her. A crack of light seeped through into the room, and Valkyrie heard the click-clack of heels on stone coming down stairs. The woman chuckled slightly as she cut the ropes binding Valkyrie to the chair.

“Up. The Dark Lord awaits…”

Finally able to move, Valkyrie looked around and stared right into the black eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange. She knew it was her – Harry had talked of her, and described her many times. Wild, black hair framing the face of cracked, twisted evil. It was hard to miss.

Valkyrie obeyed, allowing herself to be pushed up the stairs. Clearly, she hadn’t been that far below ground – in the basement of what appeared to be a mansion that was, while finely decorated, cold and uncomfortable. She pitied whoever had to live here.

“Welcome, Cain, to Malfoy manor.” The hissing voice said. Of course it was Draco’s house. Of course Draco’s father was a death eater. How could she not have seen it before? “Valkyrie, look at me.” She did, glaring. “It would be easier for both of us, and a great deal less painful for you, if you co-operated with me.”

She said nothing.

“Very quiet today, aren’t we? You’re a lot more subdued than when we met last.”

Valkyrie couldn’t look him in the eyes. Not without knowing how many countless victims he’d killed. The countless people who’d begged, screamed, and then fallen silent. This man would watch and laugh - He could hardly be called human.

“How did you get here, to our world?”

“Why should I tell you!?” Valkyrie snapped suddenly, full of hatred. Before she even knew it was happening, Bellatrix darted forward, her knife slicing along Valkyries cheekbone. “How dare you talk to the dark lord like that!” She screeched. “How dare you!!”

“Bella.” Voldermort said warningly. Bellatrix slunk backwards, joining her master at his side. He sighed. “I warned you, Valkyrie,” Voldermort said, before raising his wand, and murmuring a single word: “Crucio.” Valkyrie felt the spell hit her, and her body writhed. She screamed, white-hot pain filling every inch of her. It was unbearable. Worse than the time Serpine used his red right hand on her, far worse. She curled up into a ball, but still the pain persisted. Her screams filled every corner of the cold, marble hall.

Voldermort pulled his wand away, lifting the spell. She lay panting on the ground. “Didn’t like that, did you, Valkyrie?” She said nothing. “Are you willing to co-operate?”


“Suit yourself…” The cold voice trailed off, as Voldermort looked at Bellatrix. She laughed slightly as she walked slowly, threateningly, towards Valkyrie, twirling her dagger in her hands…


Valkyrie awoke a few hours later, once again in the cellar. Her whole body ached, result of the torture. Her body was covered in cuts, but none too serious – they didn’t want her dead. The death eaters hadn’t bothered tying her to the chair this time. A masked man walked down the stairs, and dragged her to her feet before painfully grabbing her arm and pulling her up the stairs, back into the marble hall. Valkyrie saw her blood still smeared on the tiles, and shuddered.

“Valkyrie,” Voldermort said her name no louder than a whisper. “You obviously aren’t going to co-operate. I could ask you questions. You’d break eventually. But even then, you might lie. And why bother with torture, when I can look inside your mind, your soul? Prepare yourself.”

Two death eaters approached her, holding her by the arms, preventing her from running. Voldermort raised his wand, pointing it at her chest. Valkyrie tensed, waiting for the spell to hit. And she heard his voice, merely more than a whisper, say ‘Legilimens.’  Valkyrie gasped, struggled, arched her back, watching helplessly as Voldermort dived into her mind, accessing anything and everything she’d ever thought, seen, felt. Everything that made her her. And so she, her true self, fought back. Darquesse felt what was happening. Darquesse saw, trapped inside her mind, that the wall between her and Valkyrie had been knocked down. Thanks to Voldermort, she was free. Darquesse felt Voldermort inside her head, and knew how to force him out. So she did.

She looked either side of her, at the gaping servants. Without thinking twice, tendrils of shadows licked off her like flames, killing them both.

Already, she’d terrorized two dimensions. Now it was this one’s turn.

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