Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
The group trekked through the lands, Phil soaring above and periodically helping Mcgonagall above in the air aswell, helping to build her wing muscle core. 
                          
Dumbledore paced next to a leather floating hat with his hands laced behind his back. "Should we camp down for the night? We've been walking for hours" He announces suddenly. 
                          
The hat tilts up slightly and Wilbur forms underneath it at the sight of a mostly set sun "Would be for the best. Bet everyone is tired, Ron and Tommy will have to be really high up though before they get to rest." He explained. 
                          
Phil landed once he noticed the group stopped and stretched his wings, "Why we stopped?" 
                          
"Planning on sleeping the night. Just thinking of what we should do with the Avians" Wil explained.
                          
Phil looked around until he noticed a Jungle not too far away and pointed at it. "The trees will be big enough to avoid suffocation." 
                          
The group began their trek again to the large jungle. 
                          
Hermione was the last the settle down, a yawn escaping her lips despite adrenaline still pumping through her veins. 
                          
People tossed and turned before Tommy piped up "Willll, Can you sing me to sleep?" 
                          
Wilbur just let out a frustrated sigh as afew let out an amused chuckle and sat up, grabbing his guitar and strumming it acouple times. Before finally singing the first couple words:
                          

There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord
He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
                          
There will come a poet
Whose weapon is His word
He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord
He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
                          
There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord
Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord
He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai... oh
                          
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
                          
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
                          
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh
                          
After the Phantom strum the last note, he looked up surprised to find most of them actually asleep from his singing, so he quietly set his guitar down and laid down himself, drifting to sleep. 
                          
A/n: I like that song :)