"Not quite, but," she started as she looked at the table again before sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest, "The locket was cursed before you even made it into a horcrux, was it not? What if there was someone out there, wanting to get back at you for turning it into a horcrux, who got ahold of it during your time separated, and amplified the curse into something more twisted, like being stuck around my neck as a form of torture should anyone else want to get ahold of it?" Hermione questioned more herself than Voldemort. Her eyes fell to the food as she spoke, the gears working and turning quickly within in her mind. "It would have to have been a specific curse, perhaps one