AN: Thank you all for your kind words via PM or review. Also thank you for asking me questions about Skyler, I'm hoping she isn't that hard to understand, though I'm determined on making her a character who you understand and can relate to at times, but also at the same time you cant understand her and wonder what is going on in her mind.
Who Said I'm Human- Skyler is the descendent of Calypso and Davy Jones, if you haven't noticed I'm following the Pirates of the Caribbean love story between Calypso/ Tia Dalma and Davy Jones- though Jack Sparrow, and any of those characters won't be in the story, just the love between Davy Jones and Calypso.
Harry Potter having just received the news he was the new Gryffindor seeker, ran back to where Ron was waiting, telling him the news.
"Seeker? But first years never get on the house teams." Ron exclaimed excitedly, grinning at Harry. " You must be the youngest seeker in a-"
"Century, according to McGonagall." Harry interrupted with a grin of his own.
"Hey well done Harry, Wood just told us." Fred said, George and Skyler beside him, the young female witch grinning at her two friends.
"Fred and George are on the team; Beaters. " Ron explained, smiling back at Skyler when she slipped in-between Ron and Harry, linking their arms together.
"Our job is to make sure you don't get bloodied up too bad," George explained with a grin. "Can't make any promises of course, rough game Quidditch."
"Brutal, no ones died in years, though someone will vanish occasionally." Fred continued, his grin growing wider at Harry's frightened look.
"But they'll turn up in a month or two!" George shouted at the retreating trio.
"Oh go on Harry, Quidditch is great," Ron encouraged, seeing Harry's queasy face at Fred and George's information.
"It's a fun game, and I bet you'll be great at it Harry." Skyler said helpfully, reaching down to snag her wand from her right combat, fiddling with it.
"But I've never even played Quidditch," Harry complained, looking down at the floor. "What if I make a fool of myself?"
"You won't make a fool of yourself, its in your blood," Hermione said, moving to stand by Skyler, grabbing the girls hand before leading them to a trophy case, full of Quidditch shields and trophies. Hermione pointed out a specific shield, before turning to Skyler, both of them talking animatedly about their Herbology homework, something Skyler excelled at.
"Whoa," Ron whispered, looking at the shield. "Harry, you never told me your father was a seeker too!"
"I didn't know," Harry mumbled, his stare fixated on the shield, before the group left for their common room.
"It's freaky, she knows more about you, than you do!" Ron exclaimed to Harry, trudging up a staircase slowly.
"Who doesn't?" Harry asked with a slight grimace.
A slow grating noise filled the air as the staircases rumbled, swinging slowly to the side, connecting to a different part of the castle.
"What's happening!" Harry shouted, looking at Skyler, Hermione and Ron clinging on to the banisters for dear life.
"The staircases change, remember," Skyler answered, still fiddling with her wand before placing it behind her ear. The staircase finally stopped moving with a 'clunk', the group all-exchanging looks.
"Let's go this way," Harry suggested, walking forwards and towards an arch. "Before they start to move again."
Harry opened the heavy wooden door, the hinges screeching in protest, revealing a dark room that barely had any light, a cobweb ridden statue placed in the middle of the room, another wooden door on the other side of the room.
"Does anybody else feel like we shouldn't be here," Ron asked warily, looking around the dusty room, peering into the shadows as if something were to jump out at them.
"Were not supposed to be here, this is the third floor, its forbidden." Skyler replied, her soft lilting voice a little shaky as they surveyed the room. A torch suddenly flicked on, making the group jump.
"Let's go!" Hermione hissed, grabbing Skyler's arm in fright, a meow sounded behind them, making the group spin around.
"It's Filch's cat! Run!" Harry shouted, the group running further into the room, towards the other door, torches lighting up once the group passed them. "Quick! Lets hide through that door!" Harry and Ron tugged at the handle incessantly, trying to yank it open, to no avail.
"It's locked!" Harry said exasperated, grimacing at the thought of detention with Filch.
"That's it were done for," Ron exclaimed in a shaky voice, wincing.
"Move over, Alohamora!" Skyler said gently, pointing her wand at the door, which swung open at her command. The group hiding behind the door, their ears pressed to the thick wooden surface, listening out for noises.
"Alohamora?" Ron asked, scowling slightly with confusion.
"Standard book of spells, chapter seven." Hermione piped up from beside Skyler, still holding the other girls arm. Looking through the keyhole, the bushy haired girl saw Filch leave. "Filch has gone."
"Probably thinks this doors locked," Ron mumbled to Hermione, giving her a small smile.
"That's because it was," she replied, turning away to look at Skyler who was staring with an open mouth in the opposite direction.
"For good reason," Harry said, looking in Skyler's direction and seeing what she was looking at, a massive three headed dog sleeping, one of the heads mouth being open to reveal large sharp yellow teeth.
The dog started to wake up, yawning and stretching their necks, the three pairs of eyes scoping the room out before spotting the four children in front of it. The quartet screamed and ran out of the door, loud barking and growling sounding behind them as they sprinted from the room, up a staircase to their common room.
"What do they think they're doing! Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school!" Ron hissed, keeping his voice down as to not wake up the rest of their house.
"You don't use your eyes do you?" Hermione hissed back at Ron, scowling at the red headed boy, who scowled back.
"It was standing on a trap door," Skyler said gently, trying to calm down her friends, smiling reassuringly at Harry who still looked a bit queasy. "It isn't there by accident, it's guarding something."
"Guarding something?" Harry asked looking at his only female friend, as Hermione was more of an acquaintance than a friend.
"That's right, now if you don't mind I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get kill us, or worse expelled." Hermione hisses before storming into the girl's wing of the Gryffindor dorms.
"She needs to sort out her priorities," Ron mumbled, shaking his head in surprise that Hermione finds being expelled worse than dead.
"Goodnight you two, I'll see you tomorrow." Skyler said, hugging both her friend's goodnight before following going into the girls wing, looking back to see her friends walk into the boys wing.
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Oliver Wood and Harry walked into a private courtyard, the two of them carrying a red and dark gold trunk between them, Skyler walking quietly behind them, reading an advanced book on Herbology.
"Quidditch is easy enough to understand, each team has seven players; three chasers, two beaters, one keeper and one seeker, that's you." Oliver Wood explained, the Gryffindor captain looking over at Harry's strange young friend, her hair tied up in a painful looking knot on the top of her head, a sharp bone stabbed through it, medallions and arrow heads dangling from the bone. "Who're you?"
"Skyler James," she replied, looking up from her book with a soothing smile, her soft lilting voice easing any of Oliver's wariness about her appearance.
Oliver opened up the chest, revealing a large red ball, with two dark brown balls either side of it, which were straining against the chains that tied them down.
"There are three kinds of balls," Oliver said, passing the large red ball to Harry, who caught it on reflex. "This ones called the Quaffle, the Chasers handle this ball and try to get them through one of those three hoops." Oliver explained, pointing to the Quidditch pitch, which sported three rings on either side of the pitch and tall stands placed around the ring. "The Keeper, that's me, defends the hoops with me so far?"
"I think so, what are those?" Harry asked, looking at the two brown balls fighting against the chains.
"You better take this," Oliver instructed, handing a bat to Harry, the younger boy gulping slightly, looking over to his friend who although was reading and seeming not to pay attention, her wand was behind her ear instead of her boot, a place she only puts her wand when she knows something bad is about to happen.
Oliver pressed a button on the chains, making them fall open and a brown ball fly upwards into the sky, before coming back down hurtling towards Harry, who hit it away with the bat, sending it through a hoop that a statue was posing with.
"You'd make a fair beater," Oliver commented with a smile, not noticing the ball heading towards him, frowning slightly when he saw Skyler grab her wand.
"Immobulus!" Skyler said calmly, the ball halting right before it hit Oliver's head, before returning back to the trunk, not moving, the chains clicking back into position as the ball started to move again.
"Oh thank you," Oliver said with a grin at Skyler, who shook her head with a small smile, placing her wand in her right combat and going back to her book. "Anyway, this is a Bludger, nasty little buggers. But you are a seeker, so that means the only ball you have to worry about is this, the golden Snitch" Oliver instructed, passing Harry a small golden ball, around the size of a golf ball, maybe smaller.
"I like this ball," Harry said with a grin, looking at the small golden ball that looked harmless, though you never know with magic.
"Ah you like it now, just wait, its wicked fast and nearly impossible to see."
"What do I do with it?"
"You catch it, before the other teams seeker, you catch this, the game is over. You catch this Potter, and we win."
The gold ball, seemed to shiver slightly as thin frail looking gold wings unravelled from its smooth surface, hovering over Harry's hand a moment before zipping off, out of their sights.
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"Now one of a wizards most rudimentary skills is levitation, the ability to make objects fly. Do you have your feathers?" professor Filius Flitwick asked, looking around his classroom to see all his students nod, spotting Skyler sitting with Neville, talking in hushed tones to the queasy looking boy, who smiled slightly at her words. "Now don't forget the nice wrist movements, swish and flick," Flitwick said, demonstrating the movement before telling his students to start trying. "Oh and remember to enunciate, Wingardium Leviosa."
"Wingardium Leviosa," Skyler said quietly, pointing her wand at the feather in front of her, which rose into the air above her head, twirling gracefully.
"Well look, Miss James has done it! Two points to Gryffindor!" professor Flitwick said happily, smiling at the young witch who smiled back, turning to Neville to help him.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Ron enunciated, moving his wand in choppy up and down movements feverishly, Hermione looking at him with frustration.
"Stop, stop you're going to take someone's eye out, besides you're saying it wrong. Its Levio-sa, not Levio-saa." Hermione instructed, turning her nose up slightly at Ron.
"You do it then if you're so clever, go on!" Ron challenged, thinking he had boxed Hermione into a corner.
"Fine, Wingardium Leviosa," Hermione said, her feather hovering in the air, suspended by Hermione's wand.
"Oh, Well done! See everybody, Miss Granger has done it as well!" professor Flitwick exclaimed, awarding Hermione a point for good work.
Ron scowled and rested his head on his arms, turning away from Hermione, who was smiling happily at her accomplishment.
"Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Levio-" Seamus chanted, before his feather exploded in his face, coating it with charcoal and ash.
"Uh, professor. I think were going to need another feather," Harry said with a wince, looking at Seamus's shocked face.
The class filed out of the charms room, heading across the courtyard, Harry, Ron talking, while Skyler read beside them silently.
"Its Levio-sa not Levio-saa, she's a nightmare honestly, no wonder she hasn't got any friends," Ron ranted, Dean and Seamus laughing as they passed at Ron's joke. A certain bushy haired girl walked passed Ron, bumping shoulders with him, tears running down her face.
"I think she heard you," Harry said to Ron, his emerald eyes looking over to where Skyler had stopped once Ron had said his comment, her pale eyes glittering dangerously as she turned on Ron.
"How dare you say that? Of course she has friends, she has me! Which is more than you can say right now!" Skyler hissed at Ron, running after Hermione, trying to catch up with the bushy haired girl.
Ron looked at Harry with a sad frown, before both boys left for the Halloween feast.
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Hermione sat in the toilet stall, Skyler beside her, the girl twirling her wand absently, shiny ebony, crimson and silver colours of the wand seeming to melt into one another, catching the bushy haired girls interest.
"What is your wand made of, I've never seen one like that before," Hermione asked uncertainly, wondering if her question was too bold, though her wanderings were soothed by Skyler's serene smile.
"My grandmother made it for me, though I picked out the cores and wood, the core is a mixture of pixie dust and Ashwinder ash, while the wood is Ebony and Rosewood, I took it to Olivander before term started and he said that my wand had not only chosen me it had made me chose how to make it," Skyler explained gently, spinning her wand in the air and blasting a spell at the stall's door, a picture of Hermione and Skyler being burnt onto the surface, the words 'Best Friends' underneath.
Hermione smiled at Skyler, ignoring the fact she had broken the school rules of damaging school property, happy to know that the slightly odd but serene girl was her friend. A horrible stench filled the room, making Skyler and Hermione gag.
"Urgh, what's that smell?" Hermione whispered disgusted, turning to Skyler to see her pale eyes seeming to glow white and her wand in her hand.
"Get down and stay quiet," Skyler hissed calmly, a grunt soon following her hiss and the stall doors being smashed above them, both girls letting out a scream, Skyler protecting Hermione with her body so she didn't get hit by debris.
Harry and Ron flew through the doors, just as the troll hit the stalls with his club, spotting Skyler and Hermione under the rubble. The two wizards started picking up stray pieces of debris and threw it at the troll, making it slightly confused.
"Hey peabrain!" Ron shouted, making the troll swing its head towards them, while Skyler and Hermione crawled behind it and under the sinks, though it turned around and spotted them at the last second, bringing its club down on the sink, the two witches barely being able to crawl away in time.
"Help!" Hermione shouted from underneath Skyler, who was making sure that the troll couldn't see the bushy haired witch.
Harry took out his wand and vaulted onto the trolls back, thrusting his wand up the creatures nose, making it roar in pain, the others making disgusted looks at the sight of Harry's wand up the trolls nose. The troll jerked wildly, trying to get Harry from around his neck, finally succeeding and holding his at arms length trying to hit him with his club but not succeeding.
"Help!" Harry shouted at Ron, flailing wildly.
"With what?"
"Anything!"
"Swish and flick!" Skyler shouted, reminding Ron of their charms lesson earlier today.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted, moving his wand in a swish and flick and levitating the club above the trolls, before loosing concentration and it crashing down on its head, making it fall o the ground.
The two girls walked forward from under the sinks, Hermione clutching onto Skyler's arm, loosening her grip as Skyler smiling down the bushy haired witch comfortingly.
"Is it dead?" Hermione asked fearfully, her grip tightening on Skyler's arm, making her look down at Hermione and hug the younger girl before releasing her.
"No, just knocked out I think." Harry replied, stumbling as Skyler launched into his arms, wrapping her arms around him tight, making him smile slightly, before she turned and launched herself at Ron, repeating the treatment. Harry grimaced as he bent down and pulled the wand from the trolls nose, it growling softly as it did so.
"Eugh troll boogies," Ron muttered, sharing a grimace with Hermione, who was again clutching onto Skyler's arm.
The bathroom door sprang open, to reveal Professor McGonagall, professor Snape, and professor Quirrell.
"Oh!" McGonagall gasped, turning to the four first years. "Explain yourselves!"
Ron and harry strained to think of a good excuse, while Hermione opened her mouth to speak only to be cut off by Skyler.
"Its our fault professor, we went looking for the troll, we've read about them and thought we could hand it, but we were wrong, if Harry and Ron hadn't of came we would probably be dead," Skyler spoke up, smiling down at the grateful Hermione who realized telling the truth would get her new friends in even more trouble.
"Be that as it may, it was a stupidly foolish thing to do, I would have expect more rational behaviour from the two of you," Professor McGonagall chastised, scowling slightly at her two favourite students. "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor, for your serious lack of judgement. As for you two," looking at Harry and Ron, "I hope you realize just how lucky you are, not many first years could handle a full grown mountain troll. Five points will be awarded to the both of you for sheer dumb luck. Now back to the common rooms with you."
Harry, Ron, Skyler and Hermione walked out of the bathroom, Snape and McGonagall following them, Snape starting to walk down a different corridor, Skyler pursing her lips slightly before turning to her friends.
"I'll be right back." Skyler told them, her friends nodding and waiting in response as their friend disappeared down the same corridor Snape did.
"Professor Snape wait up!" Skyler called after the limping figure in black robes, who hesitated before turning around to stare at the odd young witch, who took out her wand and pointed it at his leg, looking him in the eye. "I don't know what you're doing, but I certainly hope you won't be purposely hurting yourself." Skyler lectured, pulling his robe away from his leg and pointing her wand at it.
"Tergeo," Skyler muttered, watching the wound clean and repair itself, though there was still bruising on both the flesh and bone. Sparing a look at the shocked professor, Skyler returned her wand to her right combat and running back to her friends, leaving a shocked Severus Snape staring after the young girl.
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