Harry sat in front of his parent's headstone, weeping. Hermione conjured up a wreath of Christmas roses. Harry gingerly laid them on the grave. A bright white light interrupted their thoughts.

"Whoa, you got tall" it said.

"Show yourself" Harry demanded.

"Alright, fine, don't get your pants in a wad" the light said, as it drew nearer and began to actually have some form.

"Ron, this isn't funny" Harry said, through gritted teeth.

"The Weasley boy? Merlin, no! This is Audrey Figg" the voice was a lot clearer now, it sounded girlish. They could make out two arms now.

"Audrey Figg? You aren't by any chance related to Arabella Figg, are you?" asked Harry.

"She was my sister"

"Was? Don't you mean is?" Hermione asked.

"No, was, as in a past life."

"So you're a ghost' Harry said.

"Ghosts are transparent, smart bloke" she said.

"That's an angel" Hermione whispered, in awe "They only come when they want deliver messages."

The angel was close enough to see now. She had pale blue eyes, brown, short hair, with bangs, and wearing a gold embroidered white robe.

"What is your message?" asked Harry.

"It doesn't all have to end like this, millions dead, homes destroyed" Audrey said.

"What do you mean?"asked Harry.

"All you have to do is give me the locket" she said.

"Why would we give you the locket?" asked Hermione.

"I want to do what must be done" Audrey said.

Harry wordlessly handed her the locket, with its serpentine S.

Audrey's form flickered, from touching something that contained great evil. With a pop, she was gone.