A/N: Don't own HP, or Airplanes by B.O.B. Songfic.

Dragonfyre

Harry and Hermione sat next to each other outside the tent. They'd been on this forsaken camping trip for weeks now. Harry's wand was destroyed. They'd just escaped Godric's Hollow a few days ago… At least Ron was back – even if Hermione did refuse to speak to him.

"Can we pretend that dragonfire, in the night Skye, are like shooting stars, 'cause we could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now…" Hermione sang.

Harry stared at Hermione. What the hell? Then it clicked. He'd heard the song from a radio the other day – they'd been near a muggle town. He caught on soon enough, and opened his own mouth in an attempt to rap.

"Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish,

To go back to a place much simpler than this,

'cause after all the hidin' and fightin' and runnin',

After all the pandemonium and all the unknown;

There comes a time when you sink into woe,

And when you're staring at the wand in your lap,

And you're hoping that the pieces are simply fixed, slap!

But that's just how the battle unfolds,

You get another blow soon after you uphold,

And when your existence unravel,

And they're sayin' what you did wrong,

If you had one chance,

So wizard world, wizard world,

Sorry I'm late, I'm on my way, so don't fix a date,

If I don't make it, then I'll send my friends,

But I've got a plan to expel this pact,"

"Can we pretend that dragonfire, in the night Skye, are like shooting stars, 'cause we could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now…" Hermione sang again, happy at his understanding.

"Somebody take me back to the days,

Before this was a fate,

Before all of this pain;

Before it mattered what I had on my head,

Back when I was trying to get a tip at Privet,

Back when I was hiding for the hell of it,

Nowadays I'm hiding to stay relevant,

I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes out of dragonfire,

Then maybe, just maybe,

I'll go back to the days;

Before the ministry wanted me to blame,

Back when nobody knew my name,

And back before I tried to cover up my scar,

But this for Sirius,

What's up, Dumbledore?

So I can get a wish, to end the frolicking;

And get back to the wizards that started this shit,

So here I sit,

And then again I say,

I'm hopin' we can make some wishes out of dragonfire"

Hermione didn't sing, as Harry expected, she merely smiled at him. a sad smile, understanding too.

"Harry, you should never. Ever, EVER rap again." Ron said from inside the tent.