Title: The Many Qualities of Mercy
Disclaimer: JK owns all - I’m still coping with the fallout.
Spoilers: All seven years at Hogwarts.
Summary: It’s the softening of a heart that leads to the breaking of it. Millicent learns this all too painfully for her own comfort.
A/N: This is one of the very few fanmixes and fanfics that I can actually blame/partially credit my mother for inspiring. She zoned out during a rant and behold - it produced fic and fan mix. Go figure. The Many Qualities of Mercy
1. Into: Loving
There were things a Slytherin girl like her could not be expected to ever obtain. Prestige, class, honor, and a good marriage. Not that she should even be thinking about marriage at her tender age of fifteen. No, she should be looking forward to the arranged marriage her parents would give her for her eighteenth birthday. That was her only hope for any kind of marriage.
What she desperately wanted was for someone - hell's bells, for anyone
- to look through her admittedly gruff exterior and hopefully see the woman she was becoming. But she was who she was, and she should know better than for anyone to see past the badge on her left breast or for the nonexistent Dark Mark on her arm. Her activities on the Inquisitorial Squad was enough proof of her otherwise unproven guilt and allegiances. She knew better than to expect anything. Her heart should know better - but instead it hoped for more if not for everything that she could have as her very own.