"Looking a bit worse for wear." He observed. Hermione said nothing. Voldemort looked back into the fire. A moment later, she felt it. He was probing her mind. It was an entirely new technique. She was almost impressed he was capable of a gentle approach. He was clearly under the impression she wouldn't notice. She almost snorted a laugh. Laying out a path for him in her mind, she let him walk towards her decoy walls, more battered and broken than they had been last time. She placed a glimpse of Bill and Fleur's wedding at The Burrow and a wisp of Pansy in chains, unrecognisable under a concealing blanket. She suffused the whole perimeter with heavy depression and despair, so thick it was hard to move through. Leaving him to explore, she said,