"Is it worn on her head?" Draco asked overcome with wonder for the silver trinket in his hand. Had he unwittingly stumbled across a piece of Voldemort's soul? Hidden amongst the throwaway junk of the room of requirement? Surely he would not leave something so important there with no protection? Voldemort was an arrogant asshole though, he probably assumed no one else was clever enough to find the room of requirement. After all, Draco only knew of it because of Potter's little army that he had started last year.