The locket continued to try and lure her. It made promises. Whispering assurances into her ears when Harry and Ron were asleep. If only she would return it to its master... she would be allowed a place amongst his followers. She would be granted access to magic beyond her comprehension as Voldemort would reward her for her act of service by sharing some of his seemingly infinite knowledge. And she would be reunited with Draco. They could be together. Life could be so easy. No longer running and hiding. No longer being afraid. She would have everything her heart desired and more. It would be so easy. And wasn’t she so tired of hiding and running and fearing for her life?