Violet Jamie Potter felt caged, after her orange fire had shattered and only left the bright purple one, she wanted freedom more than ever before.
While everyone was still busy bringing the wizarding world back to its former glory she just wanted to get away. She was wittering every step she took while being praised and recognized. She truly was an introvert and slowly she started to resent everything more and more.
The redhead wanted to grieve and be left alone, not being pulled at every corner and being submitted to the expectations everyone had for her. She didn't want to be an Auror, sick of all the fighting she had been forced to do. While she didn't know what she actually wanted to do, she still knew that being an Auror just wasn't for her, especially not when everyone was trying to push her in that direction. But she was holding against it, not giving up on her free will, not after everything she had done for them.
The motorcycle her godfather had left her and repaired through Arthur Weasley was one way to escape reality and she started to drive everyday. It was similar to a broom in some way and after she discovered stunts she could feel the similarities even more.
No one recognized her when she was in the protective suit. It got even better when she started to really rely on her metamorphmagus ability that she had discovered in her fifth year. Naturally she always had that talent, she should have recognized that when her hair always grew back overnight when her aunt had shaved it of.
It had actually been Hermione that saw the signs. Sure it took a lot of practice to truly master it but at this point in time she was in control, especially after the help Tonks had been in figuring out how to really use it.
Her friends naturally discovered her suffering in the wizarding world, how she carried herself even smaller than before and any distraction and way out was welcome.
It didn't help that after she had died and the orange fire - that had always helped her in moments of danger - was utterly destroyed that their dynamic had changed. It felt like something between them had broken, sure they still were best friends and they loved each other dearly but it hadn't been the same and being in their presence hurt her, filled her with longing. Violet felt empty without their former bonds that had filled her whole being before.
She was wasting away and in the end it was Ginny that found a solution. The youngest Weasley had a few muggleborn friends and apparently one of their parents was the owner of a travelling circus, quite a famous one actually.
Without even asking Violet she showed a video of the Potter's stunt driving to them, the teen had been ecstatic and quickly went with it to her father who was greatly interested in hiring Violet for stunt shows, they didn't even knew who she was, after all her helmet and suit hid her well..
Violet herself had not really known how to react to it but something in her rejoiced at the option to truly get away. To take a time out from the magical world, while she still loved it, it was suffocating her.
She had accepted the next day and afterwards the planning had started. It was obvious that she couldn't start her career as a stunt woman as Violet Potter, if the wizarding world would find out about her she would just get mobbed there as well. It would be for naught to even start then and therefore they had to create a new identity for her.
All her friends were brainstorming about how she could disguise herself the best and after Ron, distracted by the pudding in his hand had uttered what a shame it was that Violet just couldn't disguise herself as a man, Hermione had screamed out in triumph reminding everyone that Violet was a metamorphmagus.
To be honest Violet had never really tried to be another gender but as it seemed it worked like her other transformations.
The real fun began after that discovery though, when they really started to customise her appearance. It hurt her to get rid of her colouring, the one thing that always was her strongest connection to her mother. Hermione had just flicked her on her forehead and reminded her that she could honour her parents in a different way. Her name was violet after all.
So far she had gotten tall, lanky and her eyes and hair turned a bright purple, even mimicking the wild and untameable hairstyle her father had worn.
The tall and lanky part was definitely not because of her being fed up with her normal quiet petite and small stature - due to her years of malnourishment and borderline starving at the Dursleys. No matter how many amused glances her friend exchanged about her vehement refusal to admit it.
One problem was still blatantly obvious though and signalling everyone who she really was , sure she looked wildly different but her most prominent feature was still easily recognizable; her scar.
Sure nowadays it was more like scars but her lightning shaped one was the one thing that would always be what everyone knew her by and therefore had to disappear.
Magical scars could not be covered by metamorphmagus ability, especially not curse scars. Sure you could create scars with her abilities or let them be covered with hair but you couldn't suddenly smooth skin like that.
Luna had the solution this time. Pulling out a makeup kit and starting to paint on thick amounts of foundation and a hideous amount of purple. Hermione had actually lost her mind when Luna had been certain that this was what was popular in the muggle world and how Violet would fit in right away like this.
While it was true that Luna had completely mismatched her skin tone and the make up reminded more of a punk than actual fashion, Violet actually liked it somehow. It was strange, terrible and everything the Dursleys had hated while thickly covering every scar. Even better, no one in the wizarding world would ever be able to connect something like they just had created with their polite and shy saviour.
Their last problem was how to make the transformation more permanent.
While she could change at will it was even worse if her emotions ran wild. After she had truly studied her talent she had involuntarily turned herself in various colours depending on her emotions and if she would get distracted or surprised by something she often turned back into her true appearance. While she didn't have to always concentrate on her appearance it was still way too easy to slip up.
Andromeda just handed her a chain, apparently these were used by Metamophmagi to fixate transformations like hair colour when they wanted to enter the muggle world for example.
Violet would just have to take the chain off whenever she wanted to freely transform again, otherwise the chain would anchor every change she had made.
She actually decided to lean even further into the punk image Luna had accidentally started and went ahead to get a few piercings to keep the chain on her body. A sudden urge to go even further led her to get a spontaneous tattoo as well, magical naturally and able to change shapes, while still being small.
Creating a stage persona was even worse, Violet couldn't act for shit and everything just came out awful. Actually all of them gave up on it and she just settled on being over the top and annoying. It matched her bad acting better than trying to be all cool or harsh. Afterall no one would imagine that someone would be so terrible at it and willing to make such a big fool of themself. Her take was to be so fake it couldn't be fake anymore.
Sure she was damn embarrassed about it but now no one would ever suspect Violet in that disguise, not even in a hundred years.
According to Ginny this kind of behaviour would be perfect for a stage persona and the people would eat it up. Violet wasn't really sure about that but it wasn't like she had many other options with her really horrendous acting.
Finding a name was actually quite easy. Because she was petty and if there was anyone that would have the right to publicly shame her old Nemesis to the maximum than it was her. So Skull de Mort was born.
Being in the circus was great. While she did not like attention she was used to it and the attention she got while being Skull was different, people were astonished by her skill or better her recklessness. Violet had loved being in the quidditch team and having people praise her for her skills then and Skull was hopelessly in love with the feeling he got from all the cheers while he went crazy on his motorcycle.
No one knew him before and while he quickly climbed the ranks and enchanted the masses it was only for his skill. His act itself improved as well. At the beginning he had been still way too embarrassed being so over the top now he had gotten used to it and in some way he started to like acting like that a bit too much. It was freeing to be a completely different person and for once not caring what everyone thought about him. He hid Violet deep in him. The scarred, traumatised and shy girl was buried in him and save while Skull took the lead and relished in his freedom.
Naturally his recklessness had to bite him in the arse at some point. He was actually at practice when he lost control of his motorcycle, high in the air and he crashed. There would be no chance of survival, not at a fall from this height and with a machine that had a huge chance of exploding. In some ways it was ironic that Violet would die from something muggle instead of when she had been on the battlefield and when everyone had been out for her blood.
She braced herself for it, silently accepting it but the pain never came and the world turned purple.
Skull could only stare, experimentally moving his limbs but not even able to find one tiny hint of an injury. His motorcycle was completely totaled but Skull himself was the exact opposite.
It took a bit of experimentation but he figured out that while his orange flames in the past had filled him with determination and a calm mind his violet flames were able to heal him in any way.
Sure they had researched the flames as much as they could when they helped him for the first time but the wizarding world didn't really have much information. Soul fire wasn't something common in the wizarding world and studies hadn't been done, afterall who needed something that could help in moments of near death if you had magic.
It still didn't make sense how they literally could save him from death but even that question was answered when he discovered the new mark on his chest. Right above his Scar from the last Avada he survived was something tattoolike; the symbol of the deathly hallows.
Violet should have known when she had become the owner of all the three hallows that it would have consequences. A bit ironic that Violet had achieved something that Voldemort had always wanted and now it was a part of her muggle identity as Skull de Mort. Voldemort would turn in his grave if he had one, he had never achieved true immortality but Violet Potter, or better Skull de Mort had it without even trying.
Even after figuring out about the new magical part about her she didn't rest, just focused more on her career and being Skull, if something could distract her from the magical meaning of the hallows than it was the muggle world and her stunt driving.
It took merely two years and Skull de Mort had become the greatest known stuntman in existence. No one could match the craziness of his stunts that had only gotten more reckless after the discovery of her inability to die.
The moniker 'The immortal Skull-sama, hated by the grim reaper itself' made the rounds and it was actually the first time a title didn't bother Violet and she quite liked it to be honest. It was something she had created herself, not stemming from the sacrifice others had made for her. She had achieved it by her own doing and talent and just for this she relished in it.
Sure the sama part had been a contribution from George after a trip to Japan and while Violet was majorly embarrassed about it Skull took it in stride and used it to be even more obnoxious to the amusement of all of her friends.
Naturally it was a mistake assuming that life would always stay this great. Her potterluck had stayed quiet for too long and reared its ugly head when the man in the iron mask appeared. She should have abandoned Skull as soon as she had set eyes on the man that called himself Checkerface. She should have but she didn't and this was the foundation for her misery in the next few decades and more importantly; how Skull lost Violet.