Nothing really happened after he dropped off, he had a new identity and decided to get a job even though he had piles of gold on him in the tattoos. It wasn't really a job, more of a hobby that he takes seriously. Stunt riding was a dangerous thing to do, but it was the closest thing to flying and he liked the rush of almost dying (he did die a couple times, but details). He didn't have anyone training him for months until someone caught him doing something and called it a weird name. They tried to talk motorcycles with him, but everything went over his head.

They looked at him like he had committed a sin and that was how he got taken in by an engineer who stuffed his head with everything about all motorcycles and cars for almost a whole year. It was then he met the younger brother who races cars, apparently kidnapping people and teaching them about their passions is a thing in their family. But their brother only kept him around for a few months because Harry was apparently a natural with anything fast. He was then passed onto one of their friends who did stunts at a circus.

He spent a couple years, making himself a name in stunt riding as Skull De Mort. He laughed loudly when he was alone after the first time a crowd had chanted it. It was petty, but he fucking loved it. The only time he had laughed harder than that was when someone had mistaken him as an American. But he stopped finding it funny when he found out that he had been losing his accent and Death had made his identity American. But he shrugged it off, not like it even matters to him anymore.

It wasn't until he had a job in Britain when he bumped into two people that looked like his younger self and a much bigger, buffer version of him that made him realize why death was laughing.

"Are you alright?" The small child asked him-holy fuck, is that a younger him? He choked as he made weird hand gestures. The totally unfairly tall version of him put a hand on the child's shoulder as he pulled him back gently. "Hendrick, he needs help!" Skull felt insulted until he realized he was still choking and waving his hands at them.

"Holy crap," he choked out. 'Hendrick' looked at him warily, his green eyes were watching him dangerously. But Skull, well he wasn't the smartest and he became careless after becoming immortal. "Are you the Harry Potter of this universe?" The small child looked at him confused but Hendrick looked at him more closely.

He grinned because this means Hendrick is probably the Harry Potter here and smallest version is a clone, his kid or something. He bounced up to them, they shared his pain or a pain similar to his. "I am Skull De Mort or Harry Potter of the universe 546! It's nice to meet you!" He brought up his hand, but Hendrick just grabbed their mini me and turned around.

"Hey!" He shouted and ran after them. "I want to know your past, so we can see who had it worse!" He said jokingly but it made Hendrick leave faster. He groaned and followed them.

-x-

It wasn't they were in an alleyway that Hendrick set the child down and push Skull against the wall with claws and glowing yellow-green eyes. His lips pulled up into a snarl as his teeth sharpened to a dangerous point. Skull just grinned, "sweet! You have dragon eyes? Hahaha, all I got was immortal-" he was cut off by the tightened of the claws.

"I don't know who you are, but if you don't shut up, I am-" he tried to threaten him but was stopped by a crying child.

"Stop! Stop hurting him! You are no better than them!" He cried as he tried to pull on Hendrick's coat. Hendrick loosened his hold, allowing Skull to fall down to the ground, coughing out a lung (not literally, but damn, it hurt). He gasped and ran to Skull's side, patting his back. "Are you okay?" His green eyes looked at him with wide eyes, Skull smiled.

He laughed, "yeah, I am the great Skull-sama! The man hated by death themselves!" The child looked at him before he smiled. Hendrick looked at him with a glare over the child's shoulder. "Who are you kid?" He asked with a grin.

"I am Harry Potter and that's Hendrick Peverell, we all had the same name!" He beamed happily as Skull grinned back, Hedrick was silently growling over Harry's shoulder. "Hendrick bought me from the Dursleys, I was living with them for a bit." Harry rocked on his feet as he smiled innocently, Hendrick slowly dragged his hand down his face.

Skull looked at Harry with a grin, "I was Harry Potter, but I am Skull De Mort now! I was with the Dursleys until I was sixteen, but I was gone mostly for school after I was eleven. Only went back for summers, there was a war, bu it only last for two years or so. Then stuff happened and I ended up spending time working with Death. Then I was fired and dropped off here!" They both looked towards Hendrick, who was still looking at Skull with irritation.

Harry looked at him shyly and Skull was amused as the hard man seemed to crumble like a wet paper at Harry's look. "Mister Hendrick, it's your turn," the man sighed as Harry smiled brightly.

"Similar to Skull's story, but my war lasted longer and I didn't work with death.." was he all said.

-x-

Harry and Skull were smiling as they were eating their food, Hendrick was frowning as he glared at Skull. He crossed his arms as he leaned back. "What are you doing here?" Harry looked up as Skull laughed.

"I want to help raise Harry, it's going to be hard raising a three year old all by yourself!" Harry pouted as Hendrick got madder, his frown deepened. His green eyes glowing as he and Skull got into a staring match that went unnoticed by Harry.

"I am five! Hendrick told me so!" He held up five fingers.