Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did, but I don't. Skyler however is mine. Just again I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!
A/N: This story is taking place during the summer before Harry's 5th year. Might continue throughout the school year, I don't know yet. I know some of the chapters are pretty short, but that's just the way I see them. I've kind of had the idea for this story for quite a while. I finally just started writing. I hope you like it! Reviews are appreciated! ENJOY!
The Runner
Prologue
Skyler was your typical seventeen year old, with a few exceptions. Her nose and belly button were pierced, she had five tattoos, and she had a knack for getting into trouble. When she was little her mother had always told her she was just like her father. Of course, that wasn't a compliment anymore considering he had been in prison most of her life. Even though she had tried, her mother had never been able to hide the truth from Skyler. She was three years old when her mother had packed their bags and moved them to Brooklyn, NY. She still remembered her father, they shared the same last name, and she was a lot like him. Her mother couldn't hide him from her forever. Maybe that had been the reason her mother had left without saying goodbye, just like they had done with her father. No goodbyes and no reasons, nothing. Just gone.
There was no denying Skyler was special. Her parents had met at a school for witches and wizards in Britain. They were both pretty powerful too, and so was Skyler. However, when her and her mother came to America, they left that world behind. Sure, her mother still used magic around their apartment, even showed Skyler some too, but as far as the rest of the wizarding community knew, they were dead. After her mother left, Skyler was put into foster care, and lived with different muggle, non-magical people, families. When she started developing magical powers she couldn't tell anyone what was happening, she had to hide them. When the day came that she received a letter to attend a school for witches and wizards, she had to make a choice between her two worlds. She chose to ignore the one she'd been born into, to reject the wizarding world. As hard as she tried, though, she couldn't ignore her gifts. So she embraced them, taught herself to control them, and in the process, discovered a way to keep her parents with her.
Two years ago her father had escaped from prison. Skyler regularly checked the news in Britain for instances just like that. Once she heard he had gotten out, she went to look for him. He was on the run, but she had succeeded in finding him. They had spent a few days together, but he convinced her to go back to Brooklyn. He promised her as soon as he was able to stay in one place he'd write her and she could come back, but at the time it wasn't safe for her. As much as she hated it, she knew he was right so she went back to Brooklyn, and waited.
Yesterday, Skyler had gotten that letter. She threw her clothes into a duffle bag, packed what few prized possessions she had into her backpack, and took off. Now she was on a plane to London that would be landing in a couple hours. All she could think about was that in a few hours she would see her father. It didn't matter that the situation in the wizarding community was bad, it didn't matter that she was running to the very thing she and her mother had run away from, and it didn't matter that all the people she would be meeting, besides her father, didn't even know that she'd ever existed. All that mattered to Skyler was that she wasn't going to be alone anymore.