Disclaimer: KHR and HP do not belong to me. This story was inspired by Araciel's story "Sunny April", and has been written with their permission.

Hope you enjoy!

He'd finally done it. The Second Blood War, which had torn the Wizarding World apart and almost completely annihilated it (only 2% of mages surviving), had finally ended. As he looked around the battlefield (the area surrounding the Black Lake at Hogwarts, oddly enough, he saw all that remained of the mages:

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley

Mr. Lovegood

Mrs. Malfoy

And half of the DA.

This handful of people was looking at him, staring. Slack jaws, admiration in their eyes, shock and exhilaration battling for dominance on the faces around him. Seeing the survivors, Harry knew that he would have to leave. Quickly. And so he did.

It had taken a couple of months, but eventually, Harry found the stronghold the Goblins had retreated to at the beginning of the War. Once there, he requested that one of the Goblin ritualists perform a permanent appearance changing ritual on him. He wanted to leave the Wizarding World- what was left of it anyway- and he needed to be a new person to do that. It took several promises on his life, honour, and his family's honour that he would indeed leave the Wizarding World as soon as the ritual was finished before they agreed. They set the date of the ritual for one week later, giving Harry time to sort out who he wanted to be before he left.

The week passed quickly, but that wasn't surprising given how much he had to do. There were school records to fake, identity papers to organise with his son-to-be face, medical files to fake, and he had to come up with a new name, which was probably the hardest bit. It took some thinking, but, he eventually chose Skull de Mort, as a hat-tip to Death, of whom he was the Master of now. During this week, he also learnt that Death "Don't call me Morty!" didn't like having a Master, and as revenge, decided that Harry wasn't allowed to die. Ever. This seriously sucked in Harry's mind. It was the one thing that he never wanted.

The ritual went perfectly. In went Harry Potter, Vanquisher of Voldemort, with messy black hair and bright green eyes, and out went Skull de Mort, with purple hair and vivid violet eyes.

True to his word, Harry, or as he was now, Skull, had immediately left the Wizarding world, but now he had another problem. He couldn't stay in England or Great Britain at all for that matter. He needed to leave. Badly. He had tried having a quiet life in Sussex, like he had always wanted, but found himself going stir-crazy after 2 weeks. He just couldn't live without the trill he had come to know during the war. So, he had taken up stunt bike-riding. Since he was the Master of Death, he could pull off the more dangerous stunts; ones which even experienced riders would cringe at, earning himself the moniker "The Immortal Skull".

In the four years since the War, Skull still hadn't completely gotten over it. He had seen numerous psychiatrists, psychologists and therapists, and they all led to one conclusion.

"You've got severe PTSD, acute gymnophibia, and mild aphephobia. You also suffer from chronic nightmares. Here, have some pills."

The therapists never believed him when he told them that the nightmares were actually memories. Horrible ones from his time as Voldemort's prisoner with Hermione, Ron and Luna. That had been a long five months. The Death Eaters were surprisingly varied with their torture methods. They were raped, mind-raped, whipped, cut, set on fire, had all of their bones broken, fixed with skelegrow and broken again, and forced to watch each other as they were tortured. At the end of five months, Skull was the only one alive, and he eventually managed to escape by playing dead, and as Voldemort carried him out for everyone to see, he rolled out of the arms, stole Voldemort's want, and cast an Avada Kedavra, killing him instantly. However, as a result of his time in captivity, he had developed severe fears of being seen naked, and of touch- particularly from men.

It had been a long road, the last four years, but now his fears were only mild, usually triggered by surprise grabs, and the PTSD had calmed down to the occasional flashback and infrequent nightmare.

Even still, Skull found he had fewer nightmares when he wasn't in the UK, so he arranged to leave. He had two countries in mind- Japan, or Italy. Eventually, he settled on Italy- the language was prettier to listen to.

Even though Skull had given up on the Wizarding World, he still used his magic. He had to, otherwise he risked it going crazy and demolishing everything around him. His magic was too used to being used in large amounts every day to not be used at all. It didn't help that becoming the Master of Death had resulted in a massive power burst either.

When Skull first started having dreams of him sitting in a room surrounded by 6 other people, he didn't think anything of it. That was until he realised that he kept having the dreams, the same one, over and over. Soon, he was able to start discerning more details, such as looks. One man had curly sideburns and wore a fedora with an orange stripe at the base. Another had green hair and glasses. There was an Asian, tall, probably a martial artist, judging by his posture. There was a person whom he thinks is a boy, who had their face covered, and was counting a wad of money. One of the ladies was pregnant, and had a kind face. She also wore a really large, puffy hat. The other lady was obviously military. She had blue hair and reddish-brown eyes. No one was talking to each other, except the lady with the Kind face. She was walking around offering biscuits to everyone 'Like a mother would' he thought wistfully.

After about a month of having these strange dreams, Skull received a letter in his mail.

Greetings

Go to Café de la Rosa on the 1st of October. Say you have a booking under "Checkers" when you arrive. Sit down at the table you are shown.

You will find out more then.

-Iron Hat

While Skull had been freaked out by the note, he still did as it told. His curiosity –that damnable curiosity- had been sparked. When he arrived, he was led to a private room, sealed off, with 6 others already in there. The six people from his dreams. When he entered the room, everyone glanced up at him, and returned to what they were doing. Feeling somewhat indignant at the blatant dismissal, he walked over to the only empty chair in the room and sat down, studying everyone as he did so. Now that they were in front of him, instead of in dreams, he was able to see more.

The man with the fedora and sideburns had a chameleon, and smelt of coffee, blood, and gun powder. His eyes were shaded, but he was giving off an aura that basically screamed "Come near me and I'll kill you."

The man with glasses had messy green hair, sticking up almost as if he had been shocked by electricity. He wore a lab coat –white- and was typing away at a laptop. He smelt like chemicals, burnt gas and antiseptic.

The Asian had a calming aura around him 'obviously a peacekeeper' and had his hair tied back in a long, thin plait. His eyes were black, and were almost expressive in the way that they shined.

The person counting the money, however, made him uneasy. His aura felt like a mages'. It didn't help that the person, who is obviously a man now that he had a closer look, had his face covered by a hood, and his clothes looking similar to Wizarding robes.

The lady with the puffy hat was smiling happily, almost beaming. She had a kind face, and her aura encouraged all who could feel it to tell her their problems. 'She seems like a mother.' However, under all the nice happy bubbliness, she had a hard edge that said "Do not mess with me. I can chop off your dick if you do."

The last lady had a stiff posture, and sharp brownish-red eyes which were taking in every tiny detail of the room.

Once he finally sat down (he had been walking slowly), the motherly lady clapped her hands together.

"Why don't we all introduce ourselves? We obviously received the same note, so we must be here for the same thing. I'll go first.

"My name is Luce, and I'm the boss of the Giglio-Nero famiglia. I'm pregnant with, hopefully, a daughter, and I sometimes have weird dreams of things before they happen."

That last statement made Skull stiffen. 'Is she a Seer? Is she like Luna?'

She turned to the person next to her, which was the Asian martial artist, who took a deep breath.

"Nihao. My name is Fon. I've a pet monkey named Lichi. I practise martial arts, my favourite one being Kung Fu."

"My name is Viper. I study illusions. You'll have to pay me if you want more information."

"I'm Verde. My I.Q. is 195. I believe everything on this Earth is a test-subject, willing or not. Knowing, or not."

'He's like Hermione. She loved studying, and towards the time before we were captured, she started experimenting with muggle science. I think she mentioned meeting and chatting with a Verde at one point. She was really keen on him too. Shit, is this THAT Verde?!'

"My name is Lal Mirch. I work for COMSUBIN."

'She's not very talkative.'

"Ciaossu. I'm Reborn. I'm the world's greatest hit man. I have a pet chameleon named Leon that can change forms. I won't tell you anymore."

Now everyone was looking at Skull. He felt like panicking when he realised that he was in the presence of Mafiosi, an illusionist, and a dead best friends' study-buddy. He took a deep breath to steady his racing heart.

"H-H-Hi. My name is Skull de Mort, but I'm also known as the Immortal Skull. I'm a stunt bike rider, and have been doing stunts for 6 years now. I'm mildly aphephobic, so please don't suddenly touch me."

"Tch. You're pathetic, so I'm making you the Lackey. Go get me an espresso, Lackey!"

"I'll have strawberry milk."

"I'll have Oolong tea, if you don't mind."

"I'll have a sports drink."

"O-o-o-oi! I'm not a Lackey! Get it yourself!"

"Hm? Are you back-chatting me, Lackey?" As Reborn was speaking, his chameleon crept onto his hand, and transformed into a gun in bright flash of multi-coloured light. Skull paled, thinking Reborn had a connection to the Wizarding world, what with him having a magical animal.

Seeing the new-found Lackey pale, Reborn smirked.

"Go get our drinks, Lackey. I won't tell you again, I'll just shoot next time."

"HIIEEE! I'll go! I'll go!"

Several months have passed since that meeting, and during those months, the 7 adults had been having dreams about a mountain top. Reborn managed to determine the date (4th of April) and they all arranged to meet at the base of the mountain then. It took almost the whole day to get to the top, and when they did, they found what looked like a circle carved into the rock. Skull looked around, taking in the view, when he noticed something carved into the floor of the circle, and immediately started panicking, which everyone noticed, but didn't know the reason for. They just thought he might be pathetic (except Luce). Everyone entered the circle, which was the only place to stand, and suddenly, there was a really bright light. When the light faded away, Skull looked around, and finally, down at himself, checking if he was okay.

'What the fuck am I mixed up in now. I thought I was done with magic when I left the wizarding world! FUCK! Why do I look like a freaking two-year-old! CRAP! How am I gonna do stunt riding now? HOLY MOTHERFUCKING COW! Who's the extra guy standing with Lal?! Wait a minute… What's with these pacifiers? And why is mine purple? I mean, don't get me wrong, BUT WHY IN THE NAME OF MORTY'S TWIN SISTER AM I A FUCKING BABY!'

Everyone stopped checking themselves out and looked at him.

"Who's Morty? And why are you swearing on their other sister?"

Crap. He'd said the last bit out loud.

"U-u-u-um, well, y-y-y-you s-see, erm, M-m-m-Morty is my nickname for a friend who really hates me at the moment, for something that is ultimately his fault. He has a couple of sisters. The one I was swearing on is [Life]. This is just the sort of thing she would do. U-u-u-um, yeah, that's right."

"Hehehehehe! Isn't this wonderful? What do you think of the bodies? Feel good, right? Oh? Can't speak?"

Pouting, the new arrival turned to face Skull, and started speaking again, but this time, in English.

"What's wrong, Skull? This could be a new chance for you! Being one of the Arcobaleno means that you're completely unrecognisable as who you used to-"

"Shut up Aevus. Why did you do this to us? Wait. Did you say Arcobaleno? As in, the Arcobaleno?! The seven strongest babies in the world?! What happened to the previous seven?"

Skull knew a little bit about the Arcobaleno. Not much though. Just that they were seven babies, all identified by a pacifier that hung around their neck, and that they had massive potential to do wandless magic, if they were already magic-inclined. Hermione had researched them because they would have been great allies to have during the War.

'Don't think about that time. That is in the past. Hermione is dead. Everyone is dead. Forget about them.'

"OI! Who're you?! Where did you come from? Why're we babies? And stop speaking English! We can still understand you, kora!"

Oh, it was the new guy.

"Well, this is surprising. I've never had someone try to take the curse for another before… I think I'll allow this. It might be interesting. I'm Aevus, but you can call me Checkerface. I came from the Earth. You're babies because I want you to be. And I know you can speak English, I'm just trying to break-down some barriers between you guys, starting with ickle-Skull here."

What followed this meeting was lots of swearing, yelling, shooting (Reborn), tap-tap-tapping (Verde), and money counting (Viper). Eventually, everyone went their separate ways, staying away from each other unless they were needed.

The years passed. During these years, Skull learned to be scared of Reborn, wary of Viper, cautious of Verde, and admire Luce like a mother.

Though he tried to avoid it, Skull did eventually get roped into the mafia, working for the Carcassa Famiglia. He put it off for as long as possible, but his money started running low.

Reborn joined the Vongola, Colonello went back to COMSUBIN, Viper "My name is Mammon now." joined the Varia, Fon went back to China, Verde disappeared, Lal joined CEDEF, and Luce went back to her famiglia.

They met each other occasionally, usually when Reborn wanted help 'tutoring' a student.

And it stayed like that, everyone content, living their lives as best as they can.

Until that day. The day when it all came crashing down.