I was sitting on my perch, waiting for Dumbledore to come back. There was a knock on the door. How strange. I thought, Dumbledore doesn't usually knock when he comes to his office. The door opened. Instead of being greeted by my faithful owner, I was greeted by the young Lily Evans. I squawked out a little hello to her. "Fawkes! Oh, I'm looking for Professor Dumbledore. Do you know where he is?" I shook my head, and after a little while, Lily said, "It's pointless really." Not understanding, I made a noise. "I mean talking to you! You can't answer at all." She stops and thinks for a second, then says, "But, it's easier. You listen, and if I tell you secrets, you can't tell anyone." She puts on a very sly face. "Do you know exactly when Professor Dumbledore is coming back?" I try to figure out a way to say in an hour. I take my leg and circle it clockwise once, hoping she'll take the hint. She does almost immediately. She's top of the class for a reason, I think. "Do you want to hear a story?" I nod. "Okay, I was younger, 8 or 9, my magic was just developing. My parents decided to treat us to a concert. We went to a Beatles concert, you know about the Beatles, right?" I nod. "So, we were about halfway, and John decided to go down the aisles, and I was sitting on the end. He shook hands and sung. I got to shake his hand. I reached out and sparks kind of shot out of his microphone. I got to shake his hand, but he thought, or knew, that I had to do with it. I didn't know why until I got my letter." I sang a little song for her and she loved it.