There was a spark in the girl's eyes that reminded Hermione eerily of the night she asked to see her Dark Mark. She was drawn to the darkness. Hopefully it was simply a folly of youth that she would outgrow before she had the opportunity to make any decisions that she couldn't unmake. In her time as a follower of the Dark Lord, she'd seen many be seduced and immediately regret their choices. If Lizzie was one of those, there was some hope for her yet. If, like Hermione feared, she was more like the ones that discovered their true calling for violence and degradations when they were recruited, there was likely nothing that could be done to prevent her from seeking out her doom.