Chapter 1
"Choose." The voice orders, coming from everywhere and nowhere, behind, in front, all around. She knows she's dreaming, knows she has to wake up, but all around her is the voice, and Harry, and Ron, and her parents, and her friends, all reaching out to her, desperate.
"I can't!" She screams up at the sky, knowing she's being ridiculous and illogical, but unable to stop herself. "Help me! Please!"
The voice is strange, yet familiar, and she fights to remember, but everything is suddenly foggy and the voice repeats over and over,
"Choose! Choose!"
A figure starts to emerge from the fog, and she strains to see who it is, but the dream starts to break up, with only the voice left, haunting her.
"Choose!"
Hermione Granger wakes up in a cold sweat.
"You have three months." The voice is behind him, then in front, then somewhere from above, and it's no use trying to pinpoint its exact location unless he wants to look like a fool, even if it may be in the privacy of his own dream. Nightmare, he corrects himself, attempting to analyze his situation even while unconscious.
"To do what?" He yells, but there's no response. A fog presses in on him, and the voice booms again,
"You have three months."
The fog solidifies into a shape he can't identify but it's starting to become clearer and he's falling, falling -
Almost all the way across the world, his eyes shoot open.