"Over the years, I have lost several valuable objects. Now I must find a way to replace them. I think you know the fate of those objects, Mudblood, and what they were." She could feel him probing at her mind, her occlumency was rudimentary at best, having only tried to learn alone in the tent while Harry and Ron slept. Voldemort shattered her simple barriers and she could have sworn her skull caught fire. Someone screamed.