In the dark stormy clouds, a lone Phoenix was flying, determined to get to its destination. Fawkes had had enough of Dumbledore’s deceit and manipulative approaches; he decided that he wouldn’t let himself be tied to that man any further. It was true that he could have apparated in a flurry of golden flames, but he had emotions to purge so he flew onwards. Tears ran down his face with the flap of each wing.