For the first time in Tom Riddle’s entire life, he felt the full weight of his own Occlumency reflected back on him, a bursting pressure in his skull like a railspike hammered through from temple-to-temple. His eyes, blood-red with slitted pupils, widened with utter shock as the mudblood girl thrust into his mind like a battering ram. It had been so long since he had experienced physical pain that he had forgotten his body was capable of the sensation.