Day 7
Tilly had a migraine. She had been getting them since she had hit puberty, though they hadn't gotten easier to manage like her period had.
Usually, she drank Madame Pomfrey's special tea and lay in bed in the dark for 24 hours until the migraine went away. She didn't have tea this time. She knew that if she rang Draco would bring her some but the idea of getting up and ringing the bell made her head throb worse than it did already. There would be no getting up, and certainly no ringing bells.
Tilly wasn't sure how long she lay in bed but at some point she dozed off. She dreamed of Hogwarts. In her dream she rushed down corridors and up stairs at an alarming speed. Though she wasn't herself, she could tell that. She wasn't sure whose eyes she was looking out of, but she wasn't herself. She came to the hallway where the Room of Requirements was. The door appeared and she went inside.
The only time Tilly had been in the Room of Requirements was last year during D.A. practice. This wasn't the same room. It was full to bursting with junk. Tables and chairs were stacked on top of each other up to the ceiling. Cabinets full of trinkets whirled and flashed. Everything was covered in a fine layer of dust. Her dream was silent but she was sure that her footsteps would echo in the room.
She stopped in front of something tall covered by a huge dark cloth. A pale hand reached out and pulled it down.
A tall black cabinet came into view. It had some intricate carvings on the door and gave Tilly a strangely sinister feeling.
Someone faraway was knocking.
Tilly woke up back in the darkness of her bedroom. Someone was knocking on the door. It echoed in Tilly's head like a battle drum.
She groaned. "Go away."
The knock sounded again.
"Go away." Tilly repeated, a little louder and immediately cringed as her head pounded.
The door creaked as it opened. Draco either hadn't heard or was ignoring her. Damn it.
"Tilly?" came his whisper.
Tilly groaned.
"Are you all right?" Draco asked.
"Go away," said Tilly since she knew he could hear her.
"What's wrong?"
"Migraine, go away."
"Oh, is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, you can go away."
Tilly shut her eyes tight. He head felt like it was about to explode. She was in no mood to play therapist to Draco today.
She heard the door click and she sighed with relief. He was being good today.
Then she felt the bed move. He hadn't left. He had just shut the door. Tilly cracked an eye open. Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What?" growled Tilly.
"Are you- um- having a vision?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"That's why the Dark Lord wanted you here," Draco whispered. "You're a seer, aren't you?"
Tilly closed her eyes again. She was in no mood for his crazy talk. She could barely think straight let alone interpret his crazy master's plans.
"A seer?" Tilly asked with as much disdain as she could manage.
Draco ignored her tone. "Have you had any strange dreams?"
Tilly frowned. How had he known? She always had weird dreams when she had migraines but she had never told anyone, not even the Healers when her parents had taken her to St. Mungo's.
"You have, haven't you?" Draco's whisper was urgent. "What was it? They say that visions have to do with the people nearby. Was it about me?"
Tilly made a growling noise. "You want a prediction?" she snapped. "Here's one: you're about to get hit." Tilly shot out her foot and kicked Draco in the butt.
He half jumped, half fell off the bed. He cried out.
The sound echoed in Tilly's ears. She saw stars.
"Shut up!" Tilly groaned.
"You kicked me!" Draco gasped.
"Merlin, just go away!" Tilly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the first thing she could. It was a candlestick holder. She rolled over and flung it at him.
"Ah!" Draco ran for the door. "You're crazy!"
Tilly grabbed the other candlestick and threw. Draco slammed the door and the candlestick clattered to the floor.
Tilly groaned and burrowed under the blankets. Her head pounded. She whimpered. Another 20 hours of this. Joy.
She slept without dreaming.
