He awoke from a nightmare about garden gnomes and shuddered...
He awoke from a nightmare about garden gnomes and shuddered. Even though his eyes were now opened, he could still see them running towards him and could feel their little hands grabbing at his legs. Quickly, he kicked off the blankets and freed his legs, needing to move and shake off the impression that there were dozens of little bodies surrounding him. He walked to the window and stood looking out over the fields surrounding the Burrow. When he thought of all the horrors he had faced, gnomes seemed like such an innocuous threat, and yet they were what came to him in his dreams most often. Perhaps it was because they truly were in his backyard and he could never get away from them. Over the years he had tried every de-gnoming trick he could find. He had bought books and sprays and nets, without ever being able to be rid of the little blighters. In the end, he had resorted to having the boys fling them bodily out of the yard during each school holiday, and yet they always came ba