Last Impression
By Angelis-Sensei
Challenge set by Plot Bunny's Helper (Aka Blackest Grim)
AN: Like always, I get inspired by the oddest things. And my dearest Grim wanted me to make a sequel to my other fic, yet here I am, responding to her challenge. Foolish girl… thinking that I would resist to such a challenge…
The title of this isn't mine.. I didn't come up with it.. Lifted from a song that I felt was appropriate. If you can get what it's from, and who it's by, I'll.. I dunno.. Dedicate the second chapter of this to you for knowing!
Key:
"Talking."
'Thoughts.'
"Parseltongue."
"Arabic (Egyptian)."
"Latin."
Chapter 1:
The beginning of the Dream
Benjamin smiled as he looked out at the beautiful castle before him green eyes sparkling in the sunset, he was finally returning to Hogwarts to finish his last year at the ancient school.
"Are sure you ready son?" Benjamin turned to look around at his father and took his appearance, as he wasn't going to see him face to face for a while. The man stood proudly at six-foot eight, four inches taller than him. The two showed great resemblance; they both supported pale skin and ebony black hair that looked like they had never seen the light of day, which is true really.
Both tall, lithe, and muscled; but not too much, just enough to show they were trained to fight. Something different between the two is that while Benjamin has brilliant glowing green eyes like his mother's, his father's eyes shined a dark purple that stood out in the darkness that the man practically lived in. Another, small difference is that only the elder has a goatee on his defined chin.
"Benjamin?" Said person shook his head, bringing himself back to reality.
"I'll be fine father, I have the plan drilled in to my head down to the tittles." He than forced a smile, trying to convince himself and his father.
His father raised his eyebrow, not convinced. "Ok, I'm a bit nervous, it's only been two months for them but its been two years for me. They won't even recognize me! I don't even know if they'll still be friends with me." Benjamin groaned.
His father smirked, showing of pearly-white fangs. "If they don't like Benjamin Crimson Grim than why would they be worth your time as Harry James Potter?"
Benjamin threw his head back and groaned again "You make it sound so simple!"
His father let out a small smile that only his family would ever be able to see, "Trust your feelings son. Merlin knows how many times they've saved my neck. And relaxes, you're the Grim Reaper's son. I think you'll survive."
"You better be right about this or I'll never talk to you again."
"I'm sure you won't."
The two stood there for a moment, just staring at the old gothic castle before them, it was the father that ended the silence, "Well the sorting probably just ended, and its time for your grand entrance."
Benjamin hugged the older man, "I'll scare them shitless."
The Grim Reaper held his only son close, "If you don't I'll be a little worried of your health."
Benjamin stood back, "I guess I will see you at Christmas break."
The older man smirked at his son, "Yes, now get going or you will miss your cue."
"Bye Dad."
All he received was a nod before the man disappeared in a flash of black smoke. "Show-off…" Benjamin muttered darkly. He than turned around and started towards Hogwarts,
"Well, here goes everything…"
To Be Continued…
