Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of the characters... only audra...

Audra was running. From what, she did not know; all she knew was that she wanted to put as much distance between her and what was behind her. She didn't dare check over her shoulder for her assailant not for fear of taking her eyes off the woods, but out of fear of what or who she would see. Swiftly, she ran through the woods, following a path known only to her. The same path she had forges on night's guided by Mother Luna. She knew the manor was behind her, but it was not that which she was running from. Still on she ran through the gloom of the moonless night.

The woods suddenly gave way to a small clearing. Audra slowed, sniffing the air. She knew she was still being followed, and she knew there'd be a fight on her hands soon. Changing from flight to fight, she scanned the woods while attempting to shift to demi. Nothing happened; no white hair, no teeth, no muscle growth. It felt as if a clear haze was pressing down upon Audra from all sides, squeezing her, preventing her from changing.

Scared, Audra bolted for cover under the only structure on the clearing. A small, old cottage stood in the center, long since abandoned. Ivy along with other plants were reclaiming the walls for Mother Nature, the front door was off its hinges. The wood on the window frames was covered in fungi, as were the wooden shingles on the roof. Audra jumped over the loose stones that constituted the front step, and stopped in middle of the small room. It served as every room of the house, except for one bedroom, whose door was off to the right. The furniture lay in disarray and distress, mainly from Audra's phased nights spent here.

The house stood silent as the grave, the only noise was Audra's own heartbeat racing in her ears. She scanned the room looking for any sign of life. A glint caught her eye from behind the bedroom door. Cautiously, Audra crept towards it.

The door creaked open as Audra carefully stepped inside. Tense with expectation, Audra's eyes darted around the room. The only thing inside the tiny enclosure was an elegant full length mirror. It was in perfect condition and with its ornate gold frame and polished surface; it stood in stark contrast to its surroundings.

Curious but cautious, Audra approached the mirror. The reflection startled her, for it was not her own.

What she should have seen was a scared and scarred woman with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her clothes were old and dirty from neglect, and she had no shoes. There was a sliver loop loosely hanging from her neck and slight red marks from where the collar touched her skin. She had no weapons, she had no wand. She was what Voldemort had always seen her as: weak and inferior.

The image before her, however, was not weak and inferior by any means. She had a very edgy style about her – short denim shorts, a leather belt, half a skirt handing off the left side of the belt, made of three tiers of black and red fabrics. The bottom of the skirt brushed the black calf high boots, and a tight tank top revealed the woman's toned waistline. Her hair was dark brown and cut extremely short with a large purple streaked bang covering the left side of her face. Platinum earrings ran up her right ear and more silver glinted from holsters on her thighs, arms, and waist. A katana hung from her right hip; a katana Audra instantly recognized as Idolo.

Surprised, Audra looked and saw her own face reflected. This image however was not the soft but tough face Audra normally shown. This one was hard and ruthless. The nose appeared longer, as if it was growing to her demi's snout. The ears too were larger than normal and Audra could see the white fur surfacing. The teeth were long and sharp in a 'come-and-get-me' snarl. Audra could see that the left eye was scarred with a long pink gash tracing from brow to cheekbone.

The eyes – those eyes – her eyes! They were dark and dangerous. So dark a brown they appeared black with a red flame burning behind them; like onyx bathed in blood.

The eyes were boring into Audra's soul, and there was nothing she could do but stare.

Behind the reflected Audra another figure approached. Long sweeping black robes, pale face, no hair, flat nose, slits for eyes; it was Lord Voldemort. The real Audra watched in horror as He placed His long thin fingers on the fake Audra's shoulders. The woman in turn inclined her head to look up at Him. Her demeanor changed from menacing to loving as she gazed up at her master. She lifted her left arm to gently caress His head down towards hers; Audra could see the Dark Mark tattooed on her forearm. As His head was gently guided down, Voldemort lifted her chin ever so slightly and their lips met.

Horrified, Audra stumbled back from the mirror but was stopped by long white fingers gripping her shoulders. She jerked her head back and saw her master's evil grin. She quickly looked away, frightened. He moved as His mirror image did, and grabbed her by the chin. But where the counterpart was gentle and compassionate, He was rough and forceful. Terrified, Audra struggled and Voldemort shifted His grip to her throat. Gasping, she fought Him but He was stronger. He held her head as He lowered His…

Audra screamed. Still gasping for air she reached to pry the strangling fingers from her neck. She found no fingers, but instead a sliver band cutting into her neck.

"Wake up, mudblood," a voice to her right said. Instinct told Audra that the voice was the source of her pain. With as much force as she could muster, she kicked out towards her right, connecting with something soft like a human stomach. Sure enough, she heard and umph! and the force around her neck lessened. "You're going to pay bitch!!!!!"

Opening her eyes Audra spotted her assailant hovering over her. Mott she identified, as she quickly rolled to avoid his punch. Once again, she kicked and connected this time with the side of his head. Cursing loudly, Mott fell next to the bed. Pointing his wand at her throat, he muttered something and the force returned. Audra struggled with her collar, knowing how easily it could strangle her and end her life. She had one last chance; mustering all her energy, she kicked and successfully hit her target – his wand hand. Losing his weapon, he pushed off the ground and tackled Audra down to the bed. With his fingers around her neck, he looked to finish what he had started.

Suddenly Mott was off her and she could breathe. Coughing, she sat up and saw the man in a crumpled heap at the foot of her bed. Above her loomed her protector, her master. Lord Voldemort was glaring at the heap He had thrown across the space. "What were you doing?" He asked the man venomously.

"My-my-my Lord," Mott stammered. "It attacked me!"

"You provoked a sleeping werewolf by strangling it," He spat. "She had every right to attack you."

"My Lord, how can you defend that filth?!?" Mott struggled to his feet as he pointed at Audra; Audra growled in return.

Voldemort's face looked as if He was fighting between control and rage. "Get. Out. Now," His voice cracked. It was taking everything within Him to keep from striking the Death Eater.

Also sensing danger, Mott spat at Audra and left the room. Still sitting on the bed, Audra used the sheets to wipe the spit off her cheek, growling under her breath.

Mott had shut the door behind him, closing in the small space. Only seven by five feet, the room was meant to be a coat closet at the top of the stairs. Now it was Audra's own room, though it was more of a sleeping quarter, seeing as it only had a bed in it. The room was already small enough with just Audra in it; with Voldemort too it was like a shoe box. There were two doors – one that lead to the hall which Mott had left through, and the other one leading straight to Voldemort's private bed chamber, which is where He entered from. This upgrade was more out of protection for Him rather than Audra's comfort. Keeping her right off His sleeping chamber kept her close at hand in case He needed her, for either protection or pleasure. Audra had no control over her containment – both doors were locked during the day from the outsides; only when it was time for her service or when Voldemort wanted company were the doors unlocked.

Voldemort watched as she cleaned her face, then reached under her bed for a small vile. "Are you ok?" He asked as she sat the vile on her knee.

"I'm fine, just a little sore," she said, pouring some of the contents onto a piece of bed sheet.

He watched her with interest as she dabbed the wet fabric on the injured skin. "What's that?"

"Saliva," she answered. "Canine's saliva has special bacteria that speeds up healing processes, hence the reason why they lick their wounds. I collect mine on every full moon, when I'm closest to true canine."

"And you keep it in a bottle under your bed," He asked. She nodded. "That's disgusting."

She shrugged. "Whatever. It helps me heal. I really only use it for silver, and I've only started collecting it when you put this collar on me." She continued dabbing at her wound and her skin slowly healed. "Thank you," she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow, "For what?"

"For stopping Mott."

He shrugged. "Mott's overconfident and weak. The only reason he treats you like that is because you're beneath him in his mind. He knows he can only dominate you while you're bound, and he takes advantage of that." He looked down at Audra before muttering, "Karma will get him soon." Audra looked at her master with her head cocked and eyebrow raised; He smiled. "Follow," He commanded, turning and striding to His room.

Like an obedient dog, Audra obeyed. She followed her master to His closet. "Robe me," He ordered holding His arms out. Carefully, Audra removed His sleeping robe, folded it and placed it on the laundry pile. I'll have to do laundry tonight she thought, taking another black robe from the closet and redressing Him.

"Going out tonight?" she asked, noticing that He had pocketed His wand.

"Yes, and you're coming with me," He added as an afterthought.

Audra perked up. "I'm going with you?" He nodded. "As in, I get to go outside?" He nodded. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Voldemort said to her. She was quivering with anticipation so He gave her a pat on the head. Excitedly, she followed her master.