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 don't know.. Dedicate the second chapter of this to you for knowing!


Full Summary: Harry discovers something very interesting about his parents; Lilly and James Potter are not them. He gets a letter on his seventeenth birthday, a letter from his real father, a vampire, not any vampire, but the vampire known to Muggles and Wizards alike as the Grim Reaper. Lord of the dementors, vampires, and any undead creature is a title only wizards know. With this discovery comes training, and with that the Prince of Death finds himself in his father's dimension, know to the Muggles as Hell. And when he gets back whose side will he be on, will it be Dumbledore's, the man that used him as a pawn in his sick game of lies; or Lord Voldemort, the man that has always tried to kill him, but never lied to him...


The title of this chapter is inspired by the album and song "Lucifer" by Madeth Gray'll.

Key:

"Talking."

'Thoughts.'

"Parseltongue."

"Arabic (Egyptian)."

"Latin."


Chapter 2:

Another Name for Lucifer


"Well, here goes everything…"

Pushing open the doors that led to the Great Hall's entrance, Benjamin gritted his teeth and readied himself for his reintroduction. This time as the son of the Lord of the Undead. Only Merlin knew what awaited him on the other side of these doors.

There was a collective gasp that came from the mouth of every being in the Great Hall, even the ghosts. When the ghosts saw him, they slowly sank into a bow as he walked forward to where Dumbledore was standing, mid-speech.

No one was excepting anything like this.

As he passed between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, he heard the majority of the Gryffindors whisper something about him.

"He looks like a vampire…" one would say. "Maybe he's a Death Eater?" another would suggest. "He could be someone from the Ministry again…." a third would add in timidly. Then there's the one that would finally understand something and say, "He's probably from another school that got attacked, and he has to come here now…." That last one was the only Gryffindor smart enough to think beyond the horrors... Hermione Granger.

"Well, it seems that we need to get the sorting hat out again, Professor McGonagall…" Albus Dumbledore said warily, his blackened hand still hidden beneath his sleeve. The wizened old Headmaster was clearly uncomfortable with the arrival of Benjamin.

Smirking, Benjamin, once known as Harry Potter, sat on the stool that was usually used for the sorting ceremony, his eerily glowing, green eyes sweeping down the table.

His eyes landed on Severus Snape. Ah, there was someone he expected to be within his realm of understanding. Rumours tended to be a bit too true in Hogwarts. Well, at least the ones about Hogwarts and it's teachers -- not the students.

Their one-time Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and current Potions Master was indeed a vampire. There was no doubt in the Dark Prince's mind. He knew because he knew each one of his kind by sight, and Severus Snape was clearly much older than anyone else thought. No wonder he looked so old for theoretically being so "young".

So, what else was the dreary, reclusive man hiding? Benjamin was determined to find out himself.

The hat slipped over his eyes, blacking out all of his current thoughts. He didn't even hear his name being called, it seemed his father had everything worked out.

"Well, well… if it isn't our dear Prince," the battered and worn hat murmured into his ear softly. "I hope you realize why I wanted to put you in Slytherin so badly now. You'll do your best there. Good luck, young lad. You're going to need quite a bit of caution to keep your secrets safe around here. Beware of the Headmaster… You'll be a great addition to SLYTHERIN!"

The hat was taken off of his head quite roughly, mussing his hair. Benjamin patted it back down into place as he took his seat at the applauding table at the farthest side of the hall. No one else was clapping but the few elder Slytherins. The fourth through seventh years. It was in their third year that they were going to learn the importance of the last name "Grim".

He smirked up at his head of his house, raising his Occulmency shields as they locked eyes.

'Wonderful to see you again, Professor,' Benjamin whispered seductively into the other's minds, slowly slipping out one he finished.

It was going to be an interesting final year.


To Be Continued…