"You don’t think that the damned locket didn’t do the same thing to me?" she demanded back at him. Ron gaped almost ready to defend himself. "All I saw was myself... helping, them." she told Ron. He didn’t look back at her. "How..." she swallowed and shivered. "Happy Voldemort would be if I just... helped him." Hermione let out a long breath. "He wouldn’t hurt me, or my family and I saw... a whole world where I was the best of his little soldiers. I’d be protected because I was that useful. And I could have had that, and had my family, had everything I could want. The whole ministry even." she shook her head. "But it was a lie. Why do you believe me and Harry could ever do that," Harry blushed. "Is stupid." 