Seven year old Neville Longbottom gave a shiver of fear as he lit his parents' candles. He didn't like being down in the opera house's chapel alone. It was too dark and he kept feeling as if someone was watching him. But he had to bare it so he could pray for his parents.

Neville bowed his head and clasped his small hands together before closing his eyes and allowing his lips to begin to move silently in prayer.

Once he had finished his prayers he opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself. Praying had distracted him from his fear of the room he was in, but once he had stopped praying his fear came back in full force.

Then he remembered what his parents had always said could chase away any fear.

Music.

A small smile crept onto Neville's lips as he remembered the lullaby his parents had used to sing him to sleep. Soon he found himself humming it and eventually the humming gave way to song.

But suddenly a voice cut threw the air that made the song die from his lips.

"You sing beautifully."

The voice was quiet and soft but it was so beautiful that it made Neville shiver. Wildly his eyes shot around the room trying to find the source of the noise but he found nothing.

"Where are you?" Neville asked more than a little bit scared now.

"I am everywhere," The voice said. Neville frowned.

"Only God can be everywhere," He said.

"Angels can be too," The voice said. Neville's eyes widened.

"Are you an angel?" He asked. The voice was silent for a long time before it said, "Yes."

When he heard this Neville broke out into a huge smile. "Were you sent by my parents?" He asked excitedly. "They promised they'd send me an angel of music from heaven!"

The voice went quiet again and Neville feared that the angel had left but then the answer came.

"Yes."

Neville gave a cry of delight, his eyes filling up with happiness. "You're my angel?" He said, barely believing it.

"Yes," His angel said, "and from now on I will always be with you."

"Promise?" Neville asked. He couldn't help but ask that question. His parents had said they'd stay with him always too but then they had died leaving him all alone.

"Promise," His angel said. "As long as you promise me something as well."

"What?" Neville asked. He would do anything if it meant his angel would stay.

"You have to let me teach you to sing," His angel said. "I will not allow a voice such as yours to go to waste."

"OK," Neville said. "I promise to let you teach me."

"Good," His angel said. "Now it's getting late. You should go to bed." Neville pouted instantly at these words.

"I don't want to," He whined.

"I'll sing you a lullaby," His angel said. Neville's eyes brightened at these words, his pout turning into a smile.

"OK!" He said.

"Alright then," His angel laughed. "Now to bed. I'll be there in a moment." Neville nodded and raced off to bed filled with an overwhelming happiness. His angel had really come! Just like his parents had promised!

Little did Neville know however that his angel was really a ghost. An opera ghost to be exact.