That was no warning. He barged in her mind violently, like breaking an entry with a wrecking ball. He clawed at her memories and began to stump carelessly about the place built like an archive, making his presence purposely painful. He read her like a flimsy pamflet. Every moment concerning his persona was scourged at a blinding speed. She could sense the small details that caught his interest by a mere glimpse. He would pause for just a fraction of a second at very specific images. Wormtail... The Chamber... Lucius... Lucius" spawn? She could've sworn she heard him scowl... Research on soul bonds... Useless dark magic studies... Her reflection in a mirror. He stopped at that for a moment, staring at her misery and longing. She heard his huff of disapproval and he moved on to the next memory, and the next and so on. She occluded when he paused at the vivid image of Dumbledore, but he paid no mind to her action, or so she thought. He was sweeping through her stay at Riddle Mansion...  Her Fidelity Charm crossing. He hummed pleased. Then he played Wormtail under her Cruciatus three times with amusement... her wand sprouted black thorns. He seemed curious about it... The retrieval of his ring heirloom at the Gaunt Shack... Azkaban break-out... Bella’s tongue split in half. That pulled a chuckle from his chest that echoed through the walls of her mind with delight... Helga’s cup in her grasp and the smile on her face. He paused at her gleeful features with interest... She abducted the Potter boy out of the Castle.  How resourceful.  She heard his praise in her head. It became clear why, when he watched her study Harry’s glowing eye. Another humming of approval.  Impressive deduction, little witch ... The full discourse of the ritual proceedings displayed in a slow viewing. This he absorbed with special attention. Her thoughts were erratic beyond that. He sensed her fear, anguish and hope, and he was feeling nauseous. He retreated with a snarl and his legs shook. He lost his balance and was about to sink to his knees, when she snatched him by his shoulders, she was shaking violently with her own exertion, yet she fought to keep him from falling.