Harry knocked on the teacher of the Dark Art's bedroom door, sniffling as his arms were wrapped tightly around his skinny body. It was freezing in Snape's territory, which was a spiral tower. He heard firm, quick footsteps strut over to the door. It swung open and there stood the one and only Severus Snape who was glaring down at Potter with disgust. He was in his usual black attire with the long cloak behind him.

"Potter." He spat. "What are you doing at my door in the middle of the night? Do you have any idea-"

"I need to talk to you." The 16-year-old boy quickly interrupted with a shaky voice. "I-It's about my dreams. He's back. V-Voldemort is back."

Snaps knew he couldn't refuse whenever he had these dreams of the Dark Lord. Training Harry to resist didn't work out the way Snape planned.

"Detention tomorrow at 3 PM sharp." Snape replied coldly as he stepped aside to let the Potter boy in. Harry walked in to the dark room slowly. Ironically, it wasn't that cold. In fact, it was quite warm. Harry heard the crackling of a fire coming from the bedroom which was through a wide curved archway. The room he had just stepped into was a small living room. There was a black cushioned couch that faced a decorative stone fire place. The moonlit window by the fireplace made it easier to see the whole set up.

"Sit." Snape demanded. Harry sat on the couch that faced the fire place. There were two other couches nearby, so it created an opened U shape almost. Snape sat on Harry's left, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry was hesitant to speak. He knew speaking to the professor this late at night would cost him, but this was important.

"Spit it out, Potter, I don't have all night." Snape said impatiently in that ominous snake-like voice that urged him to do just that.

"Right. Voldemort and I were standing in the Forbidden forest. All the Death Eaters were there watching me. Voldemort took out his wand and the last thing I remember seeing is a bright green light coming straight at me."

Harry fell silent.

"And then?"

"And then I woke up."

"You're telling me that you woke me up just to tell me of your stupid dream?"

"No, I-"

"A week of detention, Mr. Potter."

"Professor, please."

"Get out."

"Professor-"

"I said Get. Out."

Harry got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. So much for that.