Harry Potter and the Frog Socks of Doom by remuslives

Harry bent down to retrieve his socks from the wash. There was a terrible noise eminating from the basket, causing his hand to shake. He gulped and reached in, removing his green sock. Something looked different about it and he brought it close to his nose to examine. A long sticky tongue flicked out from a crease in the sock and thwacked him on the cheek. "Ouch! What the?"

"Ribbet ribbet," the sock croaked. "Ribbet, I will ribbet end you ribbet Potter." The tongue lashed out again and pulled his glasses from his face.

"No!" Harry screamed and threw the sock away from himself. He ran as he hopped its way back to him. "Ginny! Help me, Ginny!"

"What now, Harry?" Ginny sighed looking at him over her shoulder.

"The laundry, it's after me."

"I told you, I'm not doing anymore of your dirty laundry until you learn to appreciate me."

"I do, I do appreciate you. You're my goddess. Please, please, don't let the sock get me." He dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Fine. Finish washing the dishes and I'll take care of the laundry." She headed to the laundry room in back.

"Be careful."

She rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her. "Evil socks, come off it," she mumbled before the frog sock of doom leaped upon her and flicked her in the eye with its tongue. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"Ginny? Ginny!" Harry pounded on the door.

"Ribbet, get in ribbet, here Potter!"

"Mrs. Weasley!" Harry aparated to the Burrow in his desperate attempt to flee the dreaded sock.

"Yes dear, what is it?" Molly shook her head as her daughter's husband rolled across the floor with a sock stuck to his face. "Oh really," she pointed her wand at the green stocking and it flopped limply to the floor, harmless. "Harry, dear, don't let George help you with your laundry anymore."

the end