On the eve before their seventeenth birthday, the twins headed back to Zanarkand to prepare for the Coming of Age Met Gala held in Aundrea's honor. Groaning in desperation the young guardian quickly swept past her mother, who tried to greet her. After Paine's death Aundrea remained distant towards Isabella only following her orders when under the basilisk curse.

"Shouldn't you be with your mother?" Aundrea turned around on her balcony to see her grandfather dressed in leather black robes with his scarf covering his face.

"No," Aundrea said blatantly as the wind blew her hair. "What do you want, Voldemort?"

"To get to know my granddaughter." He said sarcastically, causing Aundrea to stifle a laugh. Turning around, she nodded for him to follow her down the stair case and out into the gardens. The sun was setting in the distance, but Aundrea wasn't worried. She had grown used to Voldemort and remained powerful over him in her world.

"Why did you kill her?" Aundrea asked him silently.

"Kill who?" Voldemort asked her, his scarlet eyes piercing the amber but Aundrea's eyes remained defiant.

"Paine, one of my maidens," Aundrea said quietly.

"I didn't kill her," Voldemort said, watching her. "I didn't even know her that well."

"Then explain why she came from your wand earlier this year," Aundrea said in a deadly tone, her amber eyes glowing as the sun began to set deeper.

"Your mother ," Voldemort said honestly. Aundrea looked at him like he was crazy. "Would I lie?"

"Why should I believe you?" Aundrea asked him angrily. "You murdered my grandmother, your own wife because she wouldn't rule the world with you!"

"What happened between Elenora and I is none of your business," Voldemort said coldly. "Now silence yourself you insolent brat and listen for once."

"No," Aundrea said defiantly, the wind blowing her hair. She felt her golden aura tainted with anger as her fists shook with a giant hatred towards the man who had ruined her life. "You killed my best friend's parents, you murdered my grandmother, and now because of you my own mother doesn't even know what it means to truly love someone! All because you abandoned her as a child you sick bastard. You deserve everything Harry Potter does to you, and I hope he-"

SMACK! Aundrea lost her balance as she felt a hand fly across her face. This was not the hand of her mother for once but her grandfather, ,who stood over her. Breathing heavily, Aundrea's eyes began to glow scarlet as the wind around her picked up. Voldemort backed away as he knew she was angry.
"Aundrea listen to me,"he said, his cold voice cutting through the wind "calm down."

"Why?" She said speaking in a multiple array of voices.

"Do you want Isabella to find you?" Voldemort asked bluntly. The wind stopped and Aundrea nearly collapsed into her grandfather's arms.

"Listen to me, yes I killed Elenora but I never meant to," Voldemort said, Aundrea feeling him opening his mind. The girl was well trained at reading minds so she could tell if was lying or not.

"I...I hate what my mother has become,"Aundrea said quietly, causing Voldemort to fall silent at this.

"I thought you loved Isabella?" Voldemort asked curiously as he watched his granddaughter. The Guardian shook her hand.

"Not since what's happened this past year," Aundrea said disgustedly. She immediately launched into detail about how Isabella forced her to marry Seymour against her will at the age of sixteen for the sake of Spira.

"That's horrible," Voldemort said, feeling a strange emotion. What the hell? Did he feel sorryfor this spawn of his daughters? Merlin's beard no.

"She's always controlled me," Aundrea said, her voice breaking and her fists clenched as she spoke. "All to gain power for her own selfish needs."

"What selfish needs?" Voldemort said quietly. Aundrea looked at him .

"If she's not telling you, what makes you think I will?" Aundrea retorted.

"You are just like Elenora," Voldemort muttered.

"Well she was my flesh and blood," Aundrea said quietly, hiding a smile. "And I have to accept the fact that you are too."

"Meaning?" Voldemort said, watching for her reaction. Much to his dismay, Aundrea placed a warm golden brown hand on top of his.

"You're family, grandfather," she said warmly to him, emanating a golden aura from her. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to get to know more about my grandmother before she died.."

"You have got to be kidding me," Voldemort said, raising an eyebrow at his youngest grandchild.

"Please," Aundrea said to him, her amber eyes wide.

"Fine, you need to know where you come from anyway." Voldemort said, placing a pale hand on top of hers. His hand was cold but Aundrea did not flinch.

"So for now, we call it a truce?" Aundrea said, removing her hand and holding it out for a handshake. Voldemort simply stared before sighing heavily and shaking it. As he did so, he smiled slightly. Aundrea was like Elenora in more ways than he knew