This is not intended to really be a 15 chapter story, but I basically put all the Harry Potter stories in a notebook so they are usually ideas or short ones. Sorry if that disappoints you! Here is "Staring Evil in the Face"

Once again Harry lay in bed dreaming of Lord Voldemort's terrors. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. In his dreams he felt the lighting scar sear on his sweating forehead. The images he saw were of Voldemort torturing Death Eaters, the death of his parents, Cedric Diggory, Sirius…always dying.

"Harry!" Ron and Hermione's voice yelled in his ear. It was pulling at his mind and confusing his perception of reality, but they continued to call him back.

He awoke suddenly and sat up without taking any observance of the others. What was this tight feeling in his chest that jarred his breathing?

"Harry, are you all right? Was it another vision?" asked Ron with panic on his face. He didn't answer. Instead, Harry tried to get off the bed, but for some reason he had no strength and fell onto his back on the floor. Hermione shrieked and rushed to the ground to feel his wet forehead.

Ron watched and didn't move. He didn't know what to do. "What's wrong with him?"

Hermione shook her head and wiped the sweat off of Harry's face quickly to see if he made any notion of it. He, for a reason he could not discern, could not respond. He simply laid there and stared blankly across the floor while he breathed harshly. There was a terrible, terrible pain in his heart that he had never felt before and it seemed as if it was so much easier to quit right then and there without care for the consequences.

"I hope he isn't having a panic attack," Hermione muttered, but Ron didn't hear her as he ran out of the bedroom and down the hall.

Harry felt her shaking him gently and speaking softly, but he just could not say a word. He just wanted to waste away and sleep…sleep…sleep, and if time had passed he was not aware of it. There was a sudden commotion and more worried voices entered the room and someone suddenly grabbed his body under the arms and shook him.

"Look at me, Harry," Mrs. Weasley cried. She held the side of his face and slapped it gently. "You're all right, just look."

He didn't reply but felt the presence of Lupin nearby watching him stare at the floor. What he had seen had been so gruesome and painful to bear.

Mrs. Weasley's voice seemed to be in a foggy cloud as she spoke, "Is he in some sort of trance, Remus?"

"No. His body is just shutting down for a brief moment. It happens during stress. Whatever that dream was must have affected him emotionally so we need to talk to Dumbledore."

"What can he do?"

Remus sighed. "I don't know, but who else can?"

A few days later Harry was less drained than he had been the previous days. He knew it wasn't the end of what had happened. Dumbledore was coming soon and he was to be ready for anything the headmaster was to throw at him. Ron and Hermione knew better than to question so things went by like normal. Ron beat him at chess and Hermione helped him with his Potions homework, which he wanted to burn in the first place. It wasn't his homework anyway. Snape assigned it, he graded it…it was his. That was both he and Ron's excuse to say the least.

But the day finally came as the headmaster sat at the table in the kitchen with the dull eyes that expressed his distress. "Harry, I need you to tell me what you saw in your dream. I cannot help you if I do not know." Harry didn't reply but found his hands quite interesting. "Listen to me," he went on. "You are going to have to adjust to this pain, I'm sorry. It is cruel and full of injustice, but these are terrible times."

"I realize that," said Harry. "But do you really want to know what I saw, Dumbledore?"

"I must, I'm afraid."

Harry slowly raised his eyes in the elder's direction. "Use a Pensieve, it will be more clear than any way I can tell you."

Dumbledore frowned. "No, that is too risky to be left sitting about. I will see it in your mind personally."

That left him with no other option. "Fine."

Dumbledore had Harry lay on his back on the kitchen table as his hands caressed over his temples. "Close your eyes," he whispered. "Relax every part of your body and have yourself drift away from your surroundings. Think of the images in your dream to guide me through it. Do you understand?"

Harry willed himself to obey. Nodding, he detached himself and felt an odd coldness sweep over him. Everything was gone. He didn't feel the table…only the old man's long fingers placed on his head. Dumbledore was thrust into his mind and found himself standing in front of a platform with a chair fixed majestically onto it. Almost like a throne, it seemed. Behind the headmaster huddled a balding man quivering on his knees.

"Master, have mercy! I have brought them to you! I have done no wrong!"

A hideous laugh echoed from the right of the room and a terrible figure of Lord Voldemort materialized from the shadow. His fierce red eyes bore down at the pitiful man with spite. "No, Wormtail, you did not bring me those imbeciles. You know very well who did and I do not appreciate your act of taking another's successes for your own."

"It's not true, Master!" Peter squeaked.

"Wormtail, you have failed me often for too long. Your burden has cost me valuable time and effort."

The expression on Pettigrew's face contorted in greater fear and he huddled closer to the ground. "What are you going to do to me, Master? Your loyal servant?"

Voldemort sneered. "What do I do to anyone who disappoints me?"

Peter screamed and backed away in terror, trying to scatter himself as far as possible until he collided into another man.

"Severus, lock him in the dungeons with the others and torture the useless pig to death. Bring me Mentzer."

Severus Snape flashed a grin under his mask and laughed at Peter's panicked cries. "Of course, Master."

Dumbledore found himself in the clammy and depressing dungeon staring at the person who betrayed Lily and James Potter. He was chained up against the blood stained wall half-dead, and his soft whimpers echoed through the dark.

"This has been a wonderful life, has it not?" Snape jeered. "You sell yourself to Voldemort and betray your friends and this is how you end up. Pitiful."

He took a knife out of his pocket and Peter cried, "Wait! I know what the Master has planned for Potter. Don't you want to hear it? I'll tell you if you let me live!"

Severus laughed. "And why would I care?"

"I've seen you. You're a spy for that Dumbledore. I've protected your secret and this is how I am repaid."

Snape grabbed the man's jaw and shook it playfully. "Peter, Peter, I am the one fooling Albus. The old fool actually believes I am on his side. I give him false information and with permission from the Dark Lord, I give the correct information to prove I can still "help" him."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, I am. Trust me." Severus released Wormtail and folded his arms. "As for Potter, I know very well what the Dark Lord wishes to do with him. He had seen that you would no longer be in need for his services so he appointed me."

"Bastard!" Peter cried angrily, and received a slap in response.

"Oh, Peter, what wonderful last words." Severus raised his arm and lacerated the palpitating throat of the man. Peter choked and gagged as blood streamed down his neck and out his mouth. His head nodded down to his filthy shoulder as the eyes remained open to stare at the bloodied floor.

Snape turned around. "Now Mentzer."

Dumbledore stood paralyzed in disbelief. His closest ally to the adversary was his enemy from the start. Had he not saved this man from Azkaban? Had he not given him more than once chance?

Snape traveled along the damp halls with swift feet. There was a sour stench in the air with a combination of decay. The eeriness echoed with the sound of dripping water and stunning silence. In the dark Snape paused abruptly in his pace and Dumbledore didn't notice the cell at first. Cells now ran alongside the walls and appeared to be a place of death.

"Evening, prisoners. Where's Mentzer?"

If there were any people inside they could not be seen. A woman spoke with a hoarse voice. "He's asleep, I'll wake him."

"No need." A gruff voice replied. "What do you want of me, Severus?"

"The Master wishes to speak to you. Come with me." Snape opened the door with a loud creak and Mentzer rose unsteadily to his feet. He had not shaved in weeks and he appeared malnourished from captivity.

"You might want to take Bernard. He is dead."

"I assure you it was a terrible loss," replied Snape sarcastically. "Now hurry it up."

The key was inserted into the lock and the woman behind it whispered, "Be careful, Robert."

The next moment Dumbledore found himself in the hall with the chair where Voldemort himself was sitting. His anticipation rose as the man lowered himself to his knees. "What did you want?"

"What I desire you can give me easily," His voice echoed off the walls and made him appear all the more menacing. "You once had close ties with Dumbledore and there are some things I would like to know. That is why all of you are here, after all."

"I'm not going to tell you anything!" Robert shouted.

The Dark Lord made not facial expression as he pointed his wand at the man. "Crucio!"

The man fell and screamed, twitching on the floor as he fought for a breath. Voldemort released him but Mentzer stood up to defy him.

"Now I don't wish to do that again. You will tell me what I need to know."

Robert spit on the floor. "Go to Hell, you monster!"

"Impedamenta!" The man flew backwards screaming, and as he landed his head hit the hard stone. Robert felt the warm blood slide down his face as he squeezed his eyes in pain. Voldemort was not finished. "Crucio!" He released one spell after another; one curse after another. Dumbledore was appalled at the scene. Mentzer's screams of agony never ceased and neither did the attacks. When Voldemort finally stopped, Robert was barely recognizable.

"Do I have to go on? If you do not help me I will kill you on the spot!"

There was a pregnant pause between the. Robert used all this strength to pull himself to his knees and the Dark Lord shouted, "Well, will you cooperate?"

Mentzer trembled from the pain and loss of blood, but he muttered, "I have nothing to say to you. I hope in due time the Potter boy will murder you."

Voldemort's eyes blazed threateningly. "Then I have no more use of you." He flicked his wand with his pale hand and a red spinning disc soared in Robert's direction rapidly. With his eyes locked in petrified fear, the man watched helplessly as the disc sliced cleanly through his neck. The body fell in a heap on the floor, headless.

"Nagini! Dinner is ready!" A large snake slithered slowly into the light and crept closer with her mouth open ready to devour.

Dumbledore tore himself out of Harry's mind and stumbled into the wall. He clutched his chest trying to slow his rapid breathing. Robert Mentzer was his most trusted friend during the first war and helped protect Harry in his younger years at the Dursley's. He knew of the unforgettable prophecy, but he had not spoken to him in years. Why Voldemort wanted him was all but a mystery.

Harry's weak voice brought him back to reality. He walked forward and saw his pale face glittered with sweat. "Sleep now, Harry. You have nothing to fear." Harry fidgeted and the headmaster noticed the coldness of his skin. Albus suddenly remembered that what he did would leave Harry weak and vulnerable to possession or more dreams. Cursing to himself, the headmaster quickly performed a small spell to protect him and sat in a chair to think. He knew that he had to somehow dispose of Severus Snape from his service. There was not mistaking the evilness within the man. The plan to murder Harry set the headmaster on the edge. What could they possibly have planned for the boy?

Dumbledore left the kitchen and found Mrs.Weasley dusting the banister of the stairs. "Oh, Albus, what has happened?"

"Molly, please send for Remus to take Harry to bed. He needs rest now. When he is done, have him meet me in Sirius' study."

"Of course, sir!"

Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. What awful things will Harry see more of in the future?

Okay, this is the first chapter. Hope it was okay. I know I was jumpy, but it came from my notebook. Next time I promise I will extend it a bit to make more sense! Please R&R with your opinons.