Frying Pan
It was a hot summer day, and Harry was vacationing in Texas. Ron Weasley, his best friend (A/N:obviously, everyone who doesn't know that is pretty slow), was also accompaning him. They didn't exactly know why they were in Texas, except they wanted to become cowboys. Not a fake cowboy who dresses in boots and wears a hat while spitting tobacco, but an actual REAL cowbay who can rope cattle and do all that other cowboy stuff.
"Man, Ron, it's hot out here!" Harry exclaimed. "I feel like I'm frying!"
"Aww, me too! This weather is way too different from England. I don't think these shorts are short enough!" exclaimed Ron.
"Eww, don't wear short shorts! Guy's look gross in that stuff. Only girls can pull that off. It's not fair," he said, looking disgruntled.
"You know what I feel like doing?" asked Ron.
"No, what?"
"Flying back to England," stated Ron. "Oh Ron, that gave me an idea! Want to transfigure me into a bird so I can fly around and feel the cool air in my face, and then I'll transfigure you?" Harry asked excitedly.
"YEA! Great idea! What's the incantation again?" Ron questioned.
"It's pajarolus, Ron. We just learned that, remember?" Harry stated, making Ron feel stupid.
"Oh yea! Sorry about that. Anyways. PAJAROLUS!" Ron yelled pointing his wand at Harry.
"You IDIOT! You just turned me into an egg! You can't flick your wand when you do it, that only completes the spell half way. You have to swish it!" Harry yelled, though it was tough because he didn't exactly have his normal face.
"I can't figure out how to put you back Harry! What am I to do!" Ron screamed urgently.
"I don't know, but I'm frying! AHHH! I'm becoming a fried egg! I'm gonna die! Get Dumbledore! Didn't he go bull riding a while ago or something?" yelled a steaming Harry.
"Yea, oh Harry. I'm hungry. You look oftly tasty!" said Ron, with a mischievious grin on his face.
"Ahh don't eat me! NOOO!!!"
"You make a good snack, Harry," mumbled Ron. And then we knew of Harry Potter no more.