Gred and Forge's Laundry Detergent
By: Hermoine L. Granger
Disclaimer: only own the dryer.
Dedication: This is dedicated to my best friend Ashley, who fell into the dryer only a few minutes before I wrote this. She was my muse for this.
"Boy, get that door!" Uncle Vernon roared at Harry. This was the second time that day that the doorbell had rang. And the second time Uncle Vernon had roared at Harry to get the door.
"Hello?" Harry asked, praying the person wasn't one of Dudley's friends. To his releif, it wasn't. It was George and Fred, both with brown hair, and muggle clothing.
"What are you two doing here?" Harry muttered to them quickly, before Vernon came to see who it was.
"Spicing up your life," George muttered back.
"Who is it boy, it better not be any of your kind!" Vernon yelled, as he came storming into the front hallway.
"Sir, we honestly don't know what your talking about," Fred began, "But my college and I are here from the Gred and Forge laundry detergent company, and are pleased to announce that your family is one of the lucky winners of a free demonstration of the action of this product. Sir, do you have a washer and a dryer?"
"Uh, yes we do," Vernon stuttered, the sight of the twins was too much for him to think much more than he usually does (Which isn't a lot anyway) and Harry was pretty sure he was trying to figure out where he had seen these two before.
"May we see it, and any one of your children, so we may show you the effectivness of this product?" George asked politley. Harry did have to hand it to them, they were laying it on thick.
"Dudders!" Vernon called. Soon, Dudley, now larger than even a small whale, twice as long as he was tall, came practaclly rolling down the steps. Harry noticed George and Fred's eyes almost pop out of their soccets, and then look at him. He simply rolled his eyes, and moved out of the way. George and Fred followed suite. Vernon led the small troop down to the basement, where Petunia was down doing laundry.
"Petunia, darling, these young men are from the Fred and George,"
"Gred and Forge," George quickly corrected.
"Sorry, the Gred and Forge laundry detergent company, we've won some kind of free sample," Vernon explained, proudly. Why he was proud he had won a detergent sample was beyond Harry, but hey, if the little things make you happy.
"First," Fred began, "We'll need your son, to stand over here, next to the dryer. Now, do you have a hose anywhere?"
Harry was immediatly sent to go drag the hose in from out doors, then turn it on. When he had returned, he was almost surprised to find Dudley completly soaked, and Vernon and Petunia weren't exactly dry either.
"Now, what this detergent will do, is atomatically clean and dry the clothes, without even having to take them off!" George entusastically exclaimed. Harry made sure he took a few steps back before whatever happens happened.
George, with great ceramony, stepped back, and threw the powder onto Dudley. However, Dudley's clothes didn't dry, something Harry had predicted moments eairlier. Instead they began to shrink.
Paniced, Dudley began to topple over, backwards, right into the dryer. Before anyone could say anything, Dudle began to scream,
"I'm stuck!! Help me Mum, I'm stuck in the dryer!!"
"Oh my little Duddlekins!" Petunia began to cry, as she tried to pull Dudley out of the washer. Vernon on the other hand, kicked George and Fred out, litterally kicking them.
Harry had enough sense to retreat back to his room before any of the blaim was cast on him. He also had enough sense to grab a camera and his cloak though, and take a few pictures of Dudley. As he sent the film off to the Creevy brother's to be developed magically, he let a smile play at his face. That was truely spicy.
By: Hermoine L. Granger
Disclaimer: only own the dryer.
Dedication: This is dedicated to my best friend Ashley, who fell into the dryer only a few minutes before I wrote this. She was my muse for this.
"Boy, get that door!" Uncle Vernon roared at Harry. This was the second time that day that the doorbell had rang. And the second time Uncle Vernon had roared at Harry to get the door.
"Hello?" Harry asked, praying the person wasn't one of Dudley's friends. To his releif, it wasn't. It was George and Fred, both with brown hair, and muggle clothing.
"What are you two doing here?" Harry muttered to them quickly, before Vernon came to see who it was.
"Spicing up your life," George muttered back.
"Who is it boy, it better not be any of your kind!" Vernon yelled, as he came storming into the front hallway.
"Sir, we honestly don't know what your talking about," Fred began, "But my college and I are here from the Gred and Forge laundry detergent company, and are pleased to announce that your family is one of the lucky winners of a free demonstration of the action of this product. Sir, do you have a washer and a dryer?"
"Uh, yes we do," Vernon stuttered, the sight of the twins was too much for him to think much more than he usually does (Which isn't a lot anyway) and Harry was pretty sure he was trying to figure out where he had seen these two before.
"May we see it, and any one of your children, so we may show you the effectivness of this product?" George asked politley. Harry did have to hand it to them, they were laying it on thick.
"Dudders!" Vernon called. Soon, Dudley, now larger than even a small whale, twice as long as he was tall, came practaclly rolling down the steps. Harry noticed George and Fred's eyes almost pop out of their soccets, and then look at him. He simply rolled his eyes, and moved out of the way. George and Fred followed suite. Vernon led the small troop down to the basement, where Petunia was down doing laundry.
"Petunia, darling, these young men are from the Fred and George,"
"Gred and Forge," George quickly corrected.
"Sorry, the Gred and Forge laundry detergent company, we've won some kind of free sample," Vernon explained, proudly. Why he was proud he had won a detergent sample was beyond Harry, but hey, if the little things make you happy.
"First," Fred began, "We'll need your son, to stand over here, next to the dryer. Now, do you have a hose anywhere?"
Harry was immediatly sent to go drag the hose in from out doors, then turn it on. When he had returned, he was almost surprised to find Dudley completly soaked, and Vernon and Petunia weren't exactly dry either.
"Now, what this detergent will do, is atomatically clean and dry the clothes, without even having to take them off!" George entusastically exclaimed. Harry made sure he took a few steps back before whatever happens happened.
George, with great ceramony, stepped back, and threw the powder onto Dudley. However, Dudley's clothes didn't dry, something Harry had predicted moments eairlier. Instead they began to shrink.
Paniced, Dudley began to topple over, backwards, right into the dryer. Before anyone could say anything, Dudle began to scream,
"I'm stuck!! Help me Mum, I'm stuck in the dryer!!"
"Oh my little Duddlekins!" Petunia began to cry, as she tried to pull Dudley out of the washer. Vernon on the other hand, kicked George and Fred out, litterally kicking them.
Harry had enough sense to retreat back to his room before any of the blaim was cast on him. He also had enough sense to grab a camera and his cloak though, and take a few pictures of Dudley. As he sent the film off to the Creevy brother's to be developed magically, he let a smile play at his face. That was truely spicy.