With the Minister of Magic firmly in his pocket, it was child's play for Fenrir to get admitted as a transfer student in 4th year. It didn't matter how much Dumbledore tried to oppose it. Must have been freaked out after hearing the name of Peverell. He would have to think of a way for Harriet to get the Deathstick and master it before she faced Voldemort.

If not for death's warning to not mess with prophecy, he would have killed the miserable bastard himself. Well, she never forbade him to help Iris to do so. In fact, for some weird reason, Death seemed to encourage him to spend time with her.

Currently, he is at King's Cross Station. Fenrir had watched for the past half hour over the top of a newspaper as a handful of people began to cross the barrier at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

He was wearing a simple, albeit expensive pair of slacks and a button-up shirt, both in black. He sighed a bit and then stood up. He patted his pockets, making sure that his trunk was shrunk and there. With one last breath and a carefully blank face, he strode forward through the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

In front of him was the Hogwarts Express. Exactly as he had remembered it. It was still more than half an hour before it was to leave, so Fenrir was relatively earlier and the area was uncrowded. No one seemed to be paying him any attention whatsoever, so he made his way to the train and climbed aboard without incident.

Ares walked through the carriages until he was near the back of the train. He found a compartment and slid into the seat. He flicked his fingers and set up a very minor discouraging ward at the door. He wanted to cover the journey in peace. Well, he wouldn't be opposed to meeting his counterpart but he wasn't in the mood to hear Ron and Hermione bicker and there was a high probability they would be with her.

After a few hours of ride, Fenrir was surprised as the door to his compartment opened. It meant some students had overcome his discouraging ward. He was less surprised when the intruder turned out to be Iris Potter. He thanked magic, he didn't use the resurrection stone to cast the ward as she wouldn't be able to see through it as she hadn't become Death's favoured yet. For now, she was only Fate's chosen and Fenrir knew that title was nothing but trouble. He had been one after all.

"Can I join you, please? My friends are being insufferable." Iris asked after noticing Fenrir.

Fenrir smiled and replied in affirmative as Iris introduced herself "I am Iris Dorea Potter. Please call me Iris", she then ran her hand through the feathers of her snowy owl perching on her shoulder "And this lovely lady here is my familiar Hedwig."

"Pleased to meet you, Iris. My name is Fenrir Ignotus Peverell." He offered "And hello to you too, Hedwig," he added after getting a hoot from the owl. If Death hadn't returned his Hedwig to him, he would have cried seeing Iris'.

"It's only fair, that you get to meet my familiar after introducing me to such a beautiful owl. Hedge!" Fenrir called and in a woosh of flame, Hedge teleported onto his shoulder offering Iris a chirp in greeting. She then watched Hedwig intensely and Hedwig was doing the same. Moments later both Hedge and Hedwig were perched at a stand near the window communicating in trills and hoots.

"Is she a Phoenix? I have never only seen Fawkes, who is Dumbledore's familiar." Iris said as she took in the beauty of the black Phoenix. She was also surprised as Hedwig already seemed to form a friendship with Hedge, as the haughty bird generally didn't give other owls time of her day. Oh well, Hedge was a majestic Phoenix rather than a common owl lesser in beauty than Hedwig in her eyes.

"Yeah, she has been with me ever since I was 11. Though she had gone through a change a few days ago." Fenrir replied.

"So, I have never seen you at Hogwarts before. Is there a reason for that?" Iris asked.

"Um yeah, I have been homeschooled and wanted to attend a school and Hogwarts seemed to be the best option," Fenrir replied. He conveniently ignored the murmur of 'Not if you are me', from Iris.

"Oh, then Welcome to Hogwarts, I suppose. Which house do you think you would be sorted into?" Iris asked.

"Slytherin," Fenrir replied which led Iris to lose some of her excitement.

If he noticed it, Fenrir didn't say anything. Rather he produced several candies and snacks, both magical and mundane and offered them to Iris, who accepted but not before secretly waving her wand over the offered snacks to check if they were laced with poison or potions. To her relief, she didn't find one.

Fenrir had seen her doing say and raised his eyebrow at her leading her to blush nearly as red as her hair. He shook his head followed by a nod, conveying he understood why she had done that.

What grabbed Fenrir's attention was the wand used by Iris Potter. It wasn't the Holly and Phoenix feather wand he had expected. He inquired about her wand.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your wand made up of?"

Iris looked at him weirdly then sighed twirling her wand between her fingers "My wand is, 12- inches of Mahogany, with a core of Thunderbird's tail hair."

"Oh, and did you get it from Ollivander's?" Fenrir continued.

"Yeah, why?" Iris asked confused.

"Well, Ollivanders only use cores of Phoenix feathers, Unicorn tail hair and Dragon heartstrings for the wands. You have a thunderbird tail feather as its core." Fenrir pointed out.

"Hmm, I never thought about it. Ollivander did say that for some reason, a thunderbird chick had left her tail feather before disappearing and that also a few days before my birthday. Coincidentally, the wand was completed the day I was born, 7 hours ahead of me. The old man did say something about 7 being a magically powerful number but I was never much interested in arthimency. Anyway, since I have told you about my wand, why don't you tell me about yours" Iris replied.

Fenrir stopped himself from commenting on her words that may have hidden innuendo. He flicked his wrist and caught the wand then showed it to her "14 inches, Elder wood, core to Thestral hair!"

Iris raised her eyebrow "Apparently, I am not the only one who has an unusual wand. You do know the story books about the Peverell brothers say that the eldest brother's wand was also made up of Elder wood. I don't even know if the story is true or not."

Fenrir looked like he was in thought before a mischievous smile crept on his face "Well if you promise me never to tell anyone about our conversation, then I may be willing to clear your quarries about the most famous children's tale of the wizarding world."

Iris bit her lips and looked at him carefully before she agreed excitedly "I promise!"

Fenrir smirked inwardly. Being the master of Deathly Hallows and Death's Favored had some perks. Now that Iris had agreed to his terms, there always would be a subtle compulsion on her from her own magic to keep it a secret. Well, until she mastered the Hallows of her own world.

Fenrir leaned towards her prompting her to do the same and whispered to her "The Hallows do exist. After all, your family is the owner of one of them!"

Iris gasped and backed away to see his completely serious face as she murmured "The invisibility cloak."

Fenrir nodded in confirmation "Yes, it was passed down to Potters through Lolanthe Peverell. You Iris, carry the blood of Ignotus Peverell, the youngest of the three brothers in your legacy."

Iris's eyes were wide with disbelief that she wielded a Hallow "B-But it's just a normal invisibility cloak!"

"Is it? The most expensive cloak in the market loses all its magic in 5 years. Your cloak had been passed out from generations, is it not?" Fenrir prompted.

"Woah! It really is the cloak from stories." Iris whispered. She then looked at Fenrir "Is that the Elder Wand then?"

Fenrir's reply was neither positive nor negative "The Elder Wand is in Dumbledore's hand for now."

Iris swallowed her breath "Yeah, I remember seeing a wand similar to yours, in his possession."

"He has the Elder wand for now," Fenrir repeated.

"You say for now. Will you be taking it from him?" Iris asked.

"No, I won't. But the wand can't mastered by anyone who doesn't have the blood of Antoniach Peverell in their legacy. So, he is almost destined to lose the wand." Fenrir explained.

They continued exchanging words while snacking and by the time they reached Hogwarts, a strong bond of friendship had already formed between them.