Dumbledore was my best friend. Then Severus killed him, right in front of Harry. After I found out, I sang the song all phoenixes sing when mourning over a lost loved one. I could tell that Harry was upset. You see, phoenixes aren't like normal birds. Not even close. Firstly, we're more majestic. We also have the most beautiful song, if you ever have heard it, you know, if you haven't, I'll describe it for you. It's like twenty orchestras playing the best composure of music in the universe. It is so beautiful that you could fall into a deep slumber just by listening to one minute of it. Dumbledore would come back to his office tired and needing something of the sorts of a spa treatment. He'd ask me to sing for him, and I'd happily comply. Only ten minutes later, he'd be fast asleep in his chair. Of course, he'd wake up after only five minutes and move to his bed. I'd always fall asleep beside his bed or on my perch, sometimes even on his bed with him. Dumbledore and I were almost brothers. He would tell me all about his past, and I would listen to every single detail. "Fawkes, you are the best pet any Headmaster could have," He'd tell me. He thought that I wasn't listening, but I most certainly was. He knew for a fact that I wouldn't tell anyone his secrets, even if I was able to. Who was I going to tell? I didn't know any other phoenixes. Don't think I was lonely, because I was very happy and had many friends. I wasn't able to talk to anyone because I can't communicate to humans through phoenix song, but they would talk to me. And what magnificent things they'd tell me! The muggle-borns would tell me stories of muggle-famous muggles and stories of muggle things. I would be so vastly interested in everything. I'd heard many stories, but my favorite was told by the muggle-born witch, Lily Evans. I'll tell that story later, though. Dumbledore was the best wizard ever, to me, at least.