Voldemort didn't reply. When she looked back up at him from the blood, he slammed violently into her head. His technique was exactly as before - relentless, brutal, and lacking finesse. She let him rage against her new walls, a decoy barrier showing signs of wear and decay. When he reached out with snake-like probes, she allowed some to slip partially inside, feeding them glimpses and snapshots of tangible memories. She had picked the moments carefully. Voldemort saw a second of Malfoy restraining her, looming as she begged, of Malfoy slamming a fist into her stomach, of her waking up screaming from nightmares. 