A/N: All thiings from the Harry Potter world belong to J.K. Rowling, who we all love and revere. :)

Tilly woke up feeling sore all over. She sat up and looked around. She was in an opulent bed decorated with green and black satin. The whole room was green and black and silver.

The last thing she remembered was being attacked by Death Eaters. And now she was here. She jumped off the bed and reached for her wand. It was gone. She gasped and looked around wildly. It wasn't on the table, or the floor that she could see. Tilly grabbed the bed sheets and pulled them off the bed. She shook and shook but no wand fell out.

Where was she?

Tilly walked the he window, looking for some indication of where she was. Perfectly manicured lawns and gardens stretched out. She could see a driveway with a high imposing gate. Tilly turned back to the room. Then she saw it.

On the table was a family portrait. Draco Malfoy smiled out from it. On either side were his parents. She was in the Malfoy Manor.

Damn. Panic rushed through her. She had to get out of here.

Tilly went to the door and found that it was locked. She ran to the window but it was a four storey drop and there was nothing that she could climb down, not even a drain pipe.

Tilly ran back to the door and pounded it with her fists.

"Let me out!" she screamed. "Let me out!" She banged the door until she was exhausted and screamed until her throat gave out. There was no answer. No matter how hard she pounded no one came. She couldn't hear anything from outside. It was like the place was deserted.

Tilly lay on her back in the middle of the floor, trying to remember the events of last night. She had been attacked by at least three Death Eaters while out jogging. Then there was darkness. There were bits and pieces of conversation that seemed to float in from the darkness, stuff about Voldemort and a plan and she kept hearing her name. It didn't make any sense.

She had to get out of here.

Tilly got up and walked around the room. How to get out? She went into the bathroom and went through the cabinets. There was no knife, nothing sharp to pick the lock. She went back into the bedroom. How to get out? Tilly ran to the desk and pulled open the drawers: Paper, pens, stapler. Not even a letter opener.

Tilly's eyes stopped on a decorative glass paper weight. She picked it up and weighed it in her hand. It was heavy.

She walked to the door and slammed the paper weight as hard as she could on the knob. Her whole arm shook and her shoulder screamed in pain. She bashed the weight on the knob again, and again. The knob gave, bit by bit, until it fell off the door. Tilly jammed her finger in the hole and pushed the locking mechanism open. She threw her shoulder against the door. It swung open.

She was out.

Sort of. She looked around. How do you get out of this house?

Tilly started running. She knew that she was on the fourth floor so if she went down enough stairs she'd be out. She ran left, right, left again, dead end. She turned around and went the other way this time. Left, Left, right, another dead end. God, who designed this house?

Stairs! Tilly nearly did a happy dance. Instead she ran down as fast as she could.

Then an elf showed up. Tilly slammed on the brakes so fast she nearly got whiplash.

"I is sorry, Miss," The elf raised a single finger. There was a crack and Tilly felt herself being thrown through the air. Everything went black.