She stood at a crossroads. Mist surrounded her, limiting her vision, somehow obscuring the depths beyond yet allowing her to see the two shanty dirt roads that led opposite ways. To her left stood a blueish door, obviously made out of wood and a silver handle that was slightly hanging down from age. When she saw it, warmth, familiarity, and safety filled her senses. She knew what lay behind that door.
To her right, however, stood a small black door that was neither metal nor wood. It was otherwordly, mysterious and unknown. When she peered to the small key hole that lay in the similarly alien handle, fright, curiosity, and danger ravaged her heart. Yet with it came a sense of hope. A promise of a better...
"The future"
She didn't know what this was, she didn't know what this place was or how she got there. She did know, somehow, that the wooden door to her left would bring her back to where she was, to the world that she lived in. The door to her right, that black door that seemed to hold the essence of the unknown, would lead her to the future, or at least visions of what led ahead.
With that murmur, she took a painfully slow step to her left. And another. And another. Soon enough she was running towards the blue door, praying that it would not be locked. Closer and closer she got, and voices that were far away too came closer. Laughs, cheers, whispers of love, all of these fueled her legs to move faster because she knew these voices. She knew these voices.
Laughs turned sinister , cheers grew menacing, and those sweet whispers of love turned into whispers promising pain. She knew these voices too.
So she stopped running with all her might. Her world had evil too. Evil so unbelievably powerful that it drowned out all the happiness of the good. Evil that she couldn't go back too. That door was her world and she refused to go back to that world.
She turned away from that once comforting blue door and stared into the other door. Perhaps... the unknown is better than what she knew. Taking one last glance at the door behind her, the voices began calling her name, luring her so that it could embrace her in it's blossom. She steeled her heart, ready to break away from her self, her world, and began another run to the other door. The voices behind her grew louder and older until they were begging her to come back. However, those voices grew distant to her with her new found resolution.
She reached the black door and those voices had already left. All that remained was her and the door. Gasping for breath, she placed her hand on the cool surface of the handle. She hesitated for a second, for once she knew the future she would never unsee it. She twisted the handle slowly until the click of the door opening resonated throughout the void. She took a step into the darkness ahead.
She was met with green eyes. A man with green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead stood there peering at her. She could only stare back. 'He was the man to save the world?' Looking down at the stick tightly grasped in the green eyed man's fist, a sense of danger instilled in her heart. The man gradually raised his wand until it was pointed straight, right at her heart.
'Or is he our damnation?'
With that one last thought and a silent command from the green eyed man, a green bolt of energy erupted from the tip of his wand and Hermione Granger woke up from a dream.
A most horrible dream.