Finally I got down to writing my fic, so here is:
Ice
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros own Harry Potter. All I own is the ice.
Chapter One: Melting
It was a hot summer day and by hot I mean very warm. By very warm I mean that the only way not to melt was to put owl feathers down your back. Mr. Harry Potter was sitting on top of the Dursley's car, tied down for safety.
"I don't want to go to Paris!" Harry screamed, feeling around his blindfolded eyes.
"If we do not go to Paris, we will melt in the heat," UV replied. By that he meant that he couldn't afford to by Dudley a super expensive gift this year. What he said was true also.
'Magic is always good to attempt.' Harry thought. Then he remembered the horrifying truth: he left his wand in the cupboard!
-------------------------------32 Hours Later---------------------------------------
His parents always told Harry to never lose trust in your friends. Too bad Harry was too little at that time.
"Now you don't leave the hotel, boy! " AP warned him. If Dudley wanted to go to Disneyland, he got it.
"Book! Book! Book!!!" Harry heard a familiar call. Hedwig, Harry's own back-pecker was stumbling by the window with a small package.
'From Fred & George' the label read.