Harry yawned as he woke up from a surprisingly clean bed of Peverell Manor. He remembered apparating here after clashing with the death eaters and killing 5 of them. Unlike when he was 17, he didn't feel anything for killing a scum and probably saving numerous lives by doing it. He sighed as he remembered the dream he had last night. Apparently, he had to sacrifice the magical object he had brought to the new world other than the Hallows to be completely accepted in the new world. He knew what death had meant by those words.

He looked at the Holly and Phoenix feather wand he was holding sadly and prepared for the ritual to sacrifice it to Lady Death.

After setting up the altar and Mandalas with magical chalk, and placing the required ingredients in their respective places, he placed the Holly and Phoenix feather wand in the main circle and sat in front of it. He started the chant that was required to activate the ritual and watched as the wand broke out in black Flames. It spread and consumed the ingredients that were kept around it finally consuming Harry, who screamed in pain. With a final woosh, everything present in the ritual room was reduced to ash.

A feminine figure who had dark hair, and pale skin dressed in a black gown appeared above the ashes. She had a smile on her face as she faced her palm towards the remains of Harry and his wand. A black flume of smoke, out from her hands shot into the ashes and the creation took place. After a few moments, a fourteen-year-old boy was standing over the ashes of 22-year-old Harry Potter. He didn't resemble Harry Potter in any way other than the emerald eyes he had got from his mother. The boy had dark hair, and sharp cheekbones and was nearly 5 feet 9 inches tall with room to grow. The healed mark of Scar on Harry Potter's head was also missing.

Harry was surprised as death had bombarded him with pictures of his new look. He looked at her gratefully for both giving him a chance to move forward and letting him keep a connection to his mother in the form of emerald eyes.

She spoke in a melodious tone "You are no longer Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter. You are now closer to death, to me. Your genetic code is similar to the form I am taking now, which resembles the Norse goddess of Death, Hel. I am not Hel, rather I am the actual domain of death that various Gods are responsible for. I am a primordial force of nature that can't be denied forever. As I said, you are no longer Harry Potter, so I will give you a new name. You will be called Fenrir Ignotus Peverell, after the brother of Goddess, whose form I am taking and one of your ancestors. Now, my little wolf, I have a last gift for you before I depart."

Harry or rather Fenrir blushed as Death called him 'her little wolf' and Death seemed to be amused by it. He watched as a flume of black smoke shot out of her hand and shot into the ashes of his Holly and Phoenix feather wand. A moment later tears flew from Fenrir's eyes as he saw a black Phoenix chick with yellow eyes chirp lovingly at him. He felt the familiar bond, he had with Hedwig resettle between them and understood what Death had done for him. She had returned his closest and most loyal friend and gave her a new form like she did with him.

"Hedge, I will call you Hedge. Is it right with you girl?" Fenrir asked softly, his voice full of love.

He got a soft chirp in return as she flew onto his shoulder and started to play with his hair.

Fenrir looked at Death and bowed his head at her in thanks, for both giving him a new life and returning his friend to him. Death shook her head and caressed his cheek softly.

"Live this life with happiness my little wolf." She murmured and disappeared.

--X--

Fenrir went out to buy the house elves to take care of Manor and the fields around it. He was sure he had enough money in his bottomless bag, which he got from Hermione, to take care of himself for at least half a year. He was paranoid like that. At least, it will be handy now. He wanted to avoid going to Gringotts until the next day.

He bought Six pairs of House-elves and ordered them to pop to the Peverall Manor. He himself disapparated there, confident that the rest of the business would be taken care of by his house elves.

He wasn't surprised to find all the house elves standing in the hall of the Manor waiting for him, their heads bowed.

One of the elves was older than the others, and it was hard to see as everyone seemed rather young completely unlike Kreacher who was tired and cranky and was in his final days. He winced, thinking about Andromeda who would have to dispose of the elf. At least she will have help from other elves, he had bought for Grimmauld palace, after he had refurbished the house and made it toddler-safe, well most of it.

"I bees Fonky, master Peverell sir. I bees the eldest elf and this is my mate Takry." He introduced himself and a feminine House elf, with their head still bowed.

"These bees Blu and his mate Dolel, Toki and his mate Consey, Taldy and his mate Mippy, Richy and his mate Bonly and Shafel and his mate Wimly." He continued introducing the other elves and with every name he called, they would come forward and bow a bit lower.

He then continued "We are bees capable of doing anything master orders but everyone bees better at something than others. I and Takry bees am better at preparing food. We bees preparing food for you or even a feast for the large number of sirs, master be having as guests."

The second pair stepped forward but this time the female spoke "We bees Dolel and Blu. We bees good at cleaning everything. Bees it a house or even your clothes Master Peverell Sir!"

The third pair followed "We bees Toki and Consey. We be taking care of animals that are in masters farm. There are heard of Thestrals, Group of Griffin and a pack of dire wolves. We bees making sure they be well-fed and healthy."

It did surprise Fenrir a bit. He had only seen the Thestrals so he was completely unaware of Griffins and Direwolves. He was excited to see them though.

The fourth pair came forward "We bees Taldy and Mippy. We be looking after the farms of Master's Manor."

The Fifth Pair came forward "We bees Shafel and Wimly. We be doing anything you need to shop master Peverell sir."

The last pair came forward "We bees Richy and Bonly Master. We bees doing any type of craft you be needing. Like carpentry, Painting and sewing."

Fenrir smiled at all of them "Welcome to Peverell Manor. I hope you will be all happy being Peverell elves."

The elves' eyes widened as he heard Fenrir address them kindly. It widened more as they felt his magic covering them. They all became healthy-looking, any deformation from their previous master's punishments or other things was gone. Their rags were replaced by black-coloured uniforms that looked quite good on them.

After some discussions, the elves left to do their work and Fenrir sat aside, planning to make new professional brooms he was going to introduce to get the attention of the market. The designs and required enchantments were all ready, it was just waiting to be assembled. Shafel and Wimly would be back at the Manor in some time after getting the required materials- namely trees from ebony, pine, walnut and blackthorn, and willow branches for bristles as they were best. With his elder wand, it won't take more than 20 minutes to assemble a safe broom. He only needed to make 4 and the rest of the work like finding a dealer will be done by Goblins.

He had planned to hire more elves to make brooms rather than hiring a manufacturing company. After all, most of the work was done by elves in the manufacturing company so why not make his own? The designs of Peverell Private Limited had already formed in his mind.

A company with elves as workers and deserving half-bloods and muggle-borns with mastery in either wizarding and mundane subjects or both to manage the work as they don't usually get jobs easily in the wizarding world. With that, he will be solving several problems of Wizarding World.