Her entire life had become just a series of short-term plans, each less effective than the last. Without money or allies, she wouldn't be able to keep up the pace she was at for much longer. The better part of a year had passed on the run. It was better than most. She'd lost count the number of Death Eaters, both new recruits and veterans, that had lost heart over the years and been tempted to do what she was doing. Most were caught within a matter of days. At least she could take some comfort in the knowledge that she'd been somewhat successful where others had failed.