Lilies Walking

The Begining

I crawled upstairs into my room where my pile of presents lay. The overwhelming energy of the house had died when the last guest left. It was my eleventh birthday and I will start my first year at Hogwarts tomorrow. Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards. I put on my nightdress and drifted to sleep. I was asleep for about an hour when I jolted awake. A blazing warm light filled my room. I thought I would see my eldest brother James with a flashlight trying to scare me. When I looked closely I saw that it was a feather. A glowing red feather. I stared blankly still expecting my brother to pop out of nowhere and yell surprise. I kept watching as it fell to the end of my bed then I screamed as it burst into flames. I heard my dad running up the stairs bursting into my room. Harry Potters untidy hair flying and a look of panic etched across his face.
"Lily what happened?" He asked but I did not have to answer. The flames grew larger then disappeared. A tiny Baby bird formed from the ashes with a piece of parchment tied to it's leg. It was small and had charcoal feathers. The bird was singing a soft song. The song was really familiar. It was a sad song but it was strangely comforting. I picked up the letter and my dad sat down next to me. I untied the letter. Then I held it out so we could both read it. It was very short and the person who wrote it had long slanted writing.

Dear Harry,
There will be answers so be prepared you might not hear it all this year. It will be a shock what is soon to come so please Harry teach your child well. Fawkes knows what to do, he is now your youngest childs. I will be dead bye the time you see this but I have given directions to someone I trust they will give you the next letters. Harry be carful you killed the Tom but darkness is still among us. Be Carful of the proficiencies.
Sincerely, Dumbledore

Fawkes I assume is the phoenix he had stopped singing. My dad and I had just sat there until I asked. "Do you really think this is from Dumbledore?"
Yes," He told me. Fawkes was Dumbledores and now he is mine. I really wanted a pet but Fawkes seemed more like a friend then a pet. It is a very strange birthday present and I don't know what to think about any of it. At the moment i couldn't tell if i was shocked or scared. We sat there for a little longer until my dad walked out the door and came back ten minutes later with an owl cage and salfer. I am pretty sure I read that phoenixes eat sulfur in my school book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Fawkes ate the sulfur from in the cage then perched himself up on it. "Good night Lils, Love you." He said then left the room.