Everyone, it took a very long time. And I admit this is because I thought I was done with this story. When I read it again, after two years, I almost puked my guts out laughing. This is why I have decided to continue. I hope I have not lost my touch. Please R&R!!!!!!!!!

Goddamn door!!!!

Hernun grabbed the doors edge and lifted. Under it lay the extremely flat body of... Retardia. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"We came here to hide from the frogs" Replied uncle Hernun. Then Harry, the only person in the group with more brains than a hibernating snail, asked: "If you did not know we were here, what did you come here for? Do you like Gatorade or anything?"

Retardia's eyes widened, as did everyone else's. Hernun's eyes narrowed. "You!" He bellowed. "That's why I found all those bottles under our bed!"

Dudley said nothing, she just stared at her mother with absolute hatred in her eyes.

"You!" Hernun repeated. He made as if to grab for her, but his wife was faster. She grabbed a bottle of Gatorade and upended it over his head.

"You made me have to hide the fact that I liked Gatorade for all these years. I knew you wouldn't approve of it. I knew you would judge, and discriminate me. I was right. But now, now is the time. I admit it. I like Gatorade. I leave the closet with the doors wide open. Beware, I am coming out. And now, I will kill you." She went for another bottle, but her daughter cannoned into her.

"Gatorade witch" She screamed. They thought like mindless animals, which they were in fact.

Harry, who had not moved since he had accused his aunt of liking Gatorade, looked at his uncle again. Hernun was holding a huge vat of Gatorade above his head. He seemed afraid to use it though, for he might kill his daughter.

Then Retardia succeeded in throwing her overweight daughter off her with her underweight arms. This was Hernun's chance. He threw the vat with all his might, and hit Retardia square in her entire body. She schmacked against the wall, but she was still breathing. Harry guessed Gatorade was probably only lethal to people who didn't like it. Then Dudley was on her again, but when her hands met the unmoving body, she quickly pulled them back. "It burns," she screamed. "There's Gatorade all over her. I cannot touch her."

"What a great idea," Hernun said. "Let's burn her! Muhahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!"

And this is how Harry finally got the opportunity to get warm. Strangely, Retardia burned better than the shopkeeper, although there wasn't an ouns of fat on her. Not even a miligram. Anyway, they managed to fix a cross with the help of some loose floorboards. Then they fixed the Gatoradedemon to it with the help of the Shopkeeper's teeth. They had also fixed the door back into place.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking. Dudley jumped up. "More fuel," she said in a voice that would have scared Gax (Someone from Angria.tk). Then she walked to the door and reached for the handle. Before she could touch it though, it fell out of its hinges. Squashing Dudley AND the person standing outside while staying in one piece. Harry figured that the reason for this was that the door was cursed. After all, anything was possible in a Gatoradeshop.

Wow, I think this is the longest chapter i've ever written. Anyway, please review. When I've got 3 more. I'll start on the next chapter. In the meanwhile, you can find me on www.Angria.tk. Muhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!