Fenrir never expected too much out of her. For what felt like her entire life, she was always held to a higher standard than everyone else. More was expected and demanded out of her. Why she was supposed to be some creature of perfection, she had no idea. Yes, some of that was her fault. She made impossible demands of herself at times. But it wasn't just her that was responsible. No matter how many years she had proven herself to be a formidable Death Eater, there were still those who questioned her motives, who questioned her integrity. There were some who expected her to turn against their master because she was Harry Potter's best friend once upon a time. Still others who longed to use her for what they could get from her. Fenrir never wanted more influence, more opportunities to whisper in the Dark Lord's ear. All he ever desired was to be treated as more than just a monster.