Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters (except Audra - she's mine)

"My Lord, there's a mudblood here to see you." The messenger kept his ground but steadied himself for a possible punishment. Dealing with the Dark Lord never guaranteed safety, especially when you were announcing something He might not enjoy. Voldemort however was completely engrossed with a piece of parchment on the table; He ignored the messenger entirely. "…My Lord?"

"What is it?" Voldemort replied without looking up.

"There's a mudblood here to see you," the Death Eater repeated.

Looking up from His parchment, the Dark Lord glared at the messenger. Had he not been ready for a possible backlash, the Death Eater's face would have surely melted off. "And why is there a filthy thing in my house?"

Frightened at further pissing Him off, the messenger stuttered "sh-she requested an audience… my Lord."

"And you let that slime in?"

"Well…" the Death Eater attempted to buy some time; he knew this next set of news would not please Voldemort. A glare from Voldemort however quickened his tongue. "The mudblood kinda… stunned three Death Eaters without a wand."

"It didn't use a wand? And it still managed to stun without magic?" Voldemort sounded slightly amused at the obvious barbarianism of this mudblood. Huh, although it learned magic it doesn't use it… disgusting filth. "Where did you leave it?"

Still frightened, the messenger began regretting having to deliver this news. "She's in the living room, my Lord." Swiftly the Dark Lord turned and strode for the door; the poor messenger stumbled over his own feet attempting to get out of His way. Amazed that he had somehow survived this encounter, the Death Eater let out a sigh of relief. Clutching the wall he continued to steady himself and then he quickly followed after Lord Voldemort.

Why the hell didn't they just kill the mudblood on sight? How did it make it all the way in? Voldemort pondered as he made His way down the hall. No matter, I do so enjoy killing them myself He sneered. He approached the door, wiping the grin off His face as He stepped through. His eyes swept across His Death Eaters; all were intently staring at the figure in the center of the room, wands out at the ready. As Voldemort grew closer He could see the intruder. Strange… it was a young woman – no older than twenty – kneeling in the center with her head bowed. Idiot He thought. Who in their right mind would blind themselves? Suddenly the woman's head snapped up and her eyes met His. Surprised by the unexpected movement Voldemort was caught completely off guard. He could feel her presence fill the room as her eyes searched His. Not even a half second later she unlocked her stare and shifted her gaze. She's stronger than I originally thought. Realizing that He had stopped walking, Voldemort quickly closed the distance to His chair. Apparently no one else in the room noticed the brief encounter; all wands were still concentrated on the girl. Voldemort took this time to study the girl as He planned his next move. She appeared to be average height with an athletic muscular build. Her dark brown hair was styled in a long tight braid running down her back. Voldemort could see the glint of silver in holsters; she appeared to be carrying several knives and daggers on her being. There was also a sheathed sword on her right side hanging from her belt, and a wand sticking out of a pocket on her left leg. Her black tank revealed her sculpted arms and another set of knives on her upper arms. Her tan skin seemed to grow warmer in the light from the fireplace; He couldn't help but find her incredibly attractive. I might just have a place for this filth after all He mused. "Mudblood – state your reason for being here."

"My Lord," she began as she sank into a low bow from her knees. "I humbly requested an audience to ask permission to join the ranks of Death Eater." Sitting back up, she once again met His gaze though this time not holding it. In her eyes He saw no hint of fear, only determination.

"What's your name?"

"Audra, sir."

"Well then Audra," Voldemort began with a certain cool, "why is it that you think I'd accept a filthy mudblood into the noble rank of Death Eater?" He chuckled softly, His Death Eaters joining in only a split second after.

"Because my Lord, unlike most witches and wizards, I have been personally wronged by muggles. While yes I was born of that class, I was ostracized because of my magical ability. I not only hate them because they are inferior but because they hate me. And for that reason, I can assure you, that I want them all dead, to prove I am better than they are."

Amused by her response, Voldemort allowed a smile to form at the corners of His mouth. "Good answer, though not entirely convincing. Stand." After swiftly bowing once again, Audra rose to her feet and stood at ease, with her right hand lightly resting on the hilt of her sword. Obviously she doesn't fully trust us… good He thought. A wave of sudden tension ran through the room as the occupants also noticed her hand placement. Realizing their uneasiness Audra smirked and moved her hand from the hilt and instead clasped her left wrist behind her back. "Your men seem to be rather uneasy around me, my Lord" she commented. "And why is it that they seem to be afraid of a mudblood? I would have thought I'd be no threat."

"I do not know why they fear you either," Voldemort replied coolly. She might be worth my time after all He thought as he stood to inspect the girl. The Dark Lord circled around her as a new owner might circle his new purchase, inspecting every angle, noting every detail. His ran his fingers over her arms and shoulders, tracing the lines of her defined muscles. He checked her neck for any markings from vampires, but not finding any. Still, there is something more than magic here… "I was told," He began as he ventured back to his chair, "that you had managed to stun three Death Eaters without magic… How?"

"My Lord, I have also been trained in martial arts. I posses black belt ranks in five – judo-ju jitsu, hapkido, aikido, Iaidō and ken-jitsu, although I have studied over twenty different styles."

"Impressive. So you know how to fight with your hands. And, by what I can assume, you also fight with weapons."

"Yes, my Lord. I know how to fight with several kinds, although swords and knives are my preferred. But, if in a pinch, anything can be a weapon." Voldemort noticed a glint in her eyes as she said that last part. Apparently Audra has been in such a pinch.

"I would like for you to demonstrate," He said while motioning to the Death Eaters to give her more space.

"I'd be happy to. Here," she said drawing her wand from her pocket. "Hold this – so you know I'm not using it." A cocky smile formed on her face as she tossed Him the wand. She's confident in herself… that's rare Voldemort thought.

Voldemort watched as one-by-one His Death Eaters were defeated by the capable mudblood. As she faced each opponent with his wand raised, Audra would dodge any spells casted and take each opponent down. She used a variety of throws, punches, kicks, and dagger hilts to neutralize the man she faced. Although she did not use the sharp end of any weapon she drew, Voldemort could tell there was still force and pain with every blow she delivered. After He had seen enough, He waved for the Death Eaters to stand down, an order they greatly followed. Returning the daggers in her hands to their home, she turned to face the Dark Lord. Her chest was steadily rising and falling, she was obviously controlling her breath to slow her heart rate back to normal. She hardly appeared flush or out of breath. She really is something else He thought.

"You obviously have a talent, mudblood. There could possibly be a spot for you here." There was a sudden fit of noise at this remark as His followers protested. "However," Voldemort continued forcibly, effectively stifling the uproar. "Not just yet. I will have to consider the addition of such filth among this noble rank. Until that decision has been made you will remain here, to make sure you don't run off. And," He added with a hint of venom in his voice, "If it is decided to not let you join, then you will be killed. Understood?"

"Yes sir, I understand." Audra responded. "Cake or death."

"What?" Voldemort asked.

"Uh – cake please," a random Death Eater said aloud. Audra turned to face the one who spoke.

"Well we're out of cake!" She said powerfully with a slashing hand motion. "We only had three and weren't expecting such a rush… so what do you want?"

"So my choice is 'or death'?" the Death Eater continued. "I'll have the chicken then."

"Taste of human sir? Thank you for flying Church of England's 'cake or death'." Audra continued. Both Audra and the Death Eater seemed to be enjoying themselves. Judging by the looks on everyone else's faces, they could have been speaking another language.

"Enough," Voldemort said. Coming out of his own world, Audra's partner shrank back into the mass, with a guilty look painted across his face. "I'll punish you later" the Dark Lord warned him. The Death Eater seemed to shrink into nothingness as he attempted to escape the Dark Lord's glare. Turning His attention back to the matter at hand, Voldemort said to Audra "You will remain here until I decide. Remove your weapons and place them at your feet – you will not need them any longer." Audra began unloading her assortment of knives and carefully placing them at her feet. Everyone watched as she pulled knives out of every conceivable place – her arms, waist, boots, thighs, back, and shoulders.

At last she removed her katana, bringing the hilt to her lips for a soft kiss. "A warning, my Lord," she said as she placed the sword on top of the pile. "Do not try to use Idolo. She only responds to my touch. Anyone who is not myself will only find harm while wielding such a powerful sword."

Voldemort could hear the seriousness in her voice – she wasn't joking. Noticing the hungry looks on the Death Eater's faces, He could tell they would try regardless of her warning. "Do not worry mudblood. These will remain in my personal possession, and I will see to it that no one touches them."

"Then I trust you," she said, as she set Idolo on the collection of weapons.

Trust – huh, funny she should use that word… she'll regret it later. "Mott – please escort the mudblood downstairs." The Death Eater named Mott materialized from the crowd and grabbed Audra by the elbow.

Reacting, Audra pulled her elbow out of the man's grasp. "I'm more than capable of following, thank you," was all she said in defense of her action.

Mott looked back at his master, silently asking how he should react. Voldemort simply waved them him out of the room. "Enjoy your, ah, accommodations, mudblood. I shall retrieve you once a decision has been made."

"Thank you, my Lord," Audra said as she sunk into another low bow. Then in one fluid motion, she turned and followed Mott out the room.

The room seemed to hold its very breath as its occupants watched the bold mudblood turn around the corner. When the footsteps were no longer audible, every Death Eater burst at once. "How can He", "He should have killed her," and "If I had had one more second..." filled the room. Everyone but Voldemort seemed to be in an uproar over His decision. A thin white hand silenced the entire group. The Death Eaters turned towards their master. "My lord, how could you believe that" one began, but a quick glare from Voldemort effectively shut him up.

"I said that we might have a place among us, not as one of us. We'll see how that filth can best serve us…" A wicked smile curved His lips as He watched His words dawn on each individual. One by one the men began laughing, realizing their master's ingenious plan. We'll see how cocky she is after a couple weeks without food or water… put her in her place.