The streets were empty as she made her way across the village. November in that part of Scotland wasn't the best time of year to go for a late-night walk. She pulled her cloak tighter around her body, hoping that she wouldn't lose her nerve with each step she took. No one crossed her path. She was glad. There would never be a time when she could walk through Hogsmeade without thinking about the day that Hannah was murdered. She could hardly wait for the day that she would make Aubin pay. But in the meantime, she had to be extra careful. One wrong move and she would be dead. A single misstep and everything that she'd sacrificed would be for nothing.