Just a month after she'd found out about Dumbledore's death, the ministry fell. And from her father's boasting, it was evident he'd been the mastermind behind the whole operation, placing the imperius curse on several senior ministry officials right under Scrimgeour's nose, who'd been locked up inside his office for weeks and hadn't noticed a thing until the time had come to launch the coup.
Her father was now Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the Dark Lord was minister in all but name. Her father struck a bet with the family about how many mudbloods they'd get before the new year, and she had to chip in, knowing that now it was more important than ever to put up the facade of agreeing with their ways. She decided from now on she would have to say mudblood even in her head (not that this would be hard, because it was how she'd been raised, and it was something she anyway did all too often), and keep contact with Bill and Fleur to an absolute minimum. Anyone caught consorting with Order members would be in danger, and she being the daughter of a death eater would be in greater danger than ever.
It wasn't long before her father informed her that they'd be installing wizarding security at Gringotts, for those 'gold-hoarding cretins' had had control over the wizarding economy for too long, and it was time to start to seize back control. Great, now even at work she'd be stuck with death eaters and unable to talk to her friends much, if at all. And what was worse, she would have to aid her father if he requested it in sending 'wizarding security' into Gringotts.
The months that followed were very long and very lonely. Audrey cried every night in bed and had to often refrain from crying in public as well. She had to spend more and more time at her parents' flat so her father could brag about what they'd done to mudbloods (which meant either locking them up, chucking them onto Diagon Alley wandless, or giving them the dementor's kiss), and death eaters now patrolled the bank, watching everyone lest they show any sign of mutiny. It wasn't until December when she managed to get a private conversation with Fleur, whereby she explained what her father had said to her, sobbing as she did so. "It is alright, Audrey", Fleur said comfortingly in her thick French accent, "I understand completely, and you've been so brave not just giving in to your family's views when that would make life so much easier for you." That warmed her heart. "You will tell Bill, won't you," Audrey almost pleaded, hiccuping. Fleur assured her that yes she would, telling Audrey she might hear something interesting on the wireless that night if she said Dorcas at 8pm, and Audrey smiled as fully as she could, wiping away her tears and heading away: she couldn't risk being seen getting emotional in front of the wife of an Order member or else either they would suspect Audrey's leanings or else it would give those bastards an excuse to arrest Bill and Fleur. The worst part was, even after the comfort Fleur had provided, Audrey wasn't sure what she would've done if she'd been caught crying in front of Fleur and confronted: would she have told the honest truth or would she have betrayed them to save her own skin? The thought would haunt her for years.
Audrey got home that night, feeling better than she had in months, having only had the chance to meet Martha twice since Scrimgeour's murder over 4 months prior. She was confused by but determined to follow Fleur's hint, certain that it at least meant she and Bill still trusted her, which truly warmed her heart. She wasn't disappointed: it turned out to be a wireless network called Potterwatch that did not follow the Dark Lord's line, and so they had to use code names. The presenters were definitely three men, and she thought one of them had a vaguely familiar voice, but she couldn't place it. The men, evidently members of the Order of the Phoenix, spoke about the death eaters' atrocities and what they were (ab)using the ministry to do, gave tips on how to stay safe, mentioned that the Dark Lord's name had been tabooed (well now it had to be Order members, for who else would use that name), about how Dumbledore's Army (ah yes, her father had moaned about them and called them a gang of dumb kids) was standing up to the Carrows and Snape at Hogwarts and what the Carrows were doing to students, and maintained that Harry Potter was alive (of course he was, if they got the last major symbol of hope, they'd make sure everyone would know it instantly). It warmed Audrey's heart to think there were people out there fighting: the Weasleys, these other Order members, Harry Potter, the so-called Dumbledore's Army, and more people surely as well. Maybe there was still hope for the world. That might, she cried as usual, but she slept more contentedly than she had in months.