"Stand aside," Voldemort barked. "I see. I will have to do this myself." She nearly flinched, but Hermione's walls were so strongly up that she didn't feel much but a mild sense of worry as the most powerful and dangerous Dark wizard of all time turned the full might of his mind onto hers. The tempest of his attack thrashed against her barriers, smashing again and again, relentlessly. Coils and tendons reached out, burning at the defences, trying to worm their way inside. Claws scrabbled to try and get in from below. Voldemort raged against Hermione's Occlumency and her structures held firm. The Order's strongholds, locations, members, tactics, and plans to attack at the wedding all stayed safe and secure. She wasn't sure how long he waged war on her mind, but eventually, he retreated. 