"What'll ya have, Harry? Sausage? Hamburger? Hotdog?" Hagrid asked.

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and their families were outside Hagrid's hut where he was having a BBQ. Hagrid had invited them to come over the summer break for a BBQ. However,he didn't quite have the hang of cooking the muggle way and most of the things he was grilling were burnt to a crisp.

"Mmm, crunchy don't ya think." Hagrid said as he chomped down on a blackened hotdog inside a charred bun.

"A bit too crunchy if you know what I mean." Ron whispered to Harry, who punched him in the shoulder to tell him to shut up. "It doesn't even taste like a bloody hotdog anymore. He's killed it."

"What is this Hagrid?" Hermione said, taking a small bite out of a charred cube-shaped piece of something.

"Calamari, me own special recipe." Hagrid said, smiling and pointing to the lake.

Hermione gagged and ran to the edge of the woods to throw up.

"Here Hagrid, let me show you how to cook it properly."Harry said.

After another hour of not learning how to properly cook food on a grill, Hagrid gave up. The kids were starting to get hungry and Ron was moaning that rock cakes would've been better.

"I know, let's go up to the castle, sneak into the kitchens, and steal food from the house elves!" James said.

"James!" Hermione scolded. "We'll ask them for the food, not steal it, otherwise they might get in trouble."

"Yeah, and maybe they could give Hagrid some tips on how to cook," Ron said. "Because Harry certainly isn't helping. He's not the greatest cook in the world."

"Well, at least I can toast a piece of bread without using magic," Harry retorted.

"Will you guys shut up?" Ginny said. "Fine example you're setting for your children, arguing over stupid things."

"Hagrid," Harry said. "Do you want to go up to the kitchens, and get cooking lessons from the house elves? They could probably help you more than we could."

"Eh, why not? I could do for a little walk anyhow; my legs are getting stiff from standing next to this grill all day." Hagrid said. "I'm sorry about my cooking. I wanted to have a nice evening, but I ruined it with my horrible cooking."

"No, you didn't, Hagrid," Ron said. "Now we get to go up to the cool castle instead of sitting out in the heat and eating really delicious food made by the elves. This is better."

"Ron, if you weren't bein' sarcastic, I would be offended." Hagrid said. "Let's go then. Fang!"

Fang bounded toward Hagrid from where he was laying in the shade.

And then they all trudged up to the castle, Hagrid leading the way and the rest following; Ron drooling at the thought of the house elves cooking: delicous chicken pot pies, potatoes, steak, fries, butter drenched peas, treacle tart, pudding, pumpkin pasties...