Harry Potter Garden Gnome Novels & Stories

Harry says. Medicinal flower? "Can I see this flower?" I ask, and he quirks a brow at me. "Why?" He's quick to ask questions, and I frown. "I'm the doctor here; if I ask for something, you shouldn't try getting the reasons for it. Where is this flower?" I say slowly. Harry clears his throat and sighs harshly, "There's a garden of it. In the far east corner of the courtyard." He answers. "Take me." I puff out my chest.

HECTOR BAYES ”Miss Oliver? What are you doing here?” I sighed, watching as Sarah bowed a small courtesy before entering the statue-lined envelope of the stone castle garden. The granite of some of the dead-eyed sculptures had become run over with yellow-petaled moss, giving the garden all the feels of a resting jungle.

I say as I unlock the wooden gate. “No one?” Smiling, I shake my head. “You are the first. My father gifted me this garden when he named me his successor. He said a king always needs a place where he can go to be alone.” I push the sturdy gate open and invite her to step inside. “Oh wow,” she gasps. Grinning, I enter my garden and lock this gate too. “It was created by magic.” “You have witches?” “Miss Cassandra is a witch,” I say. “You didn’t know?”

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

He asked. I walked over to him, "It was ok. Minus the weird ass dream. I hope you slept well too?" I courteously asked as we began taking slow walks round the garden. I was marvelled at its beauty. The garden was adorned with numerous small gnome sculptures carefully placed in different corners. It also housed a delightful array of fragrant flowers, each emitting a pleasant aroma that captivated my senses. And the garden boasted of an abundance of vibrantly colored butterflies which left me utterly spellbound and filled with wonder.

"Gnome! Show yourself." Rustling was heard off to the side, and a moment later a gnome, barely five inches tall, slid out from among the branches as if the bush were actually a giant tree. With a dark brown, pointy cap, a blue wool jacket, and dark brown trousers, the small man looked more like an action figure of a hobbit than anything else Rhychard had ever seen. "You sure do keep some pretty odd company," Mark said, stepping up beside Rhychard. "Most are not by choice." Rhychard turned back to the gnome, recognizing him from the house. "You're the one they call Fitz, correct? Where's Renny, and why aren't you with her?"

And he was hers. The leader of the pack stood guard against the now ashen sky but stopped when he saw Harry. He had not appeared in the garden. Perhaps he had not even awakened that there were still many mysteries within this maze, but so much was apparent now though, frightening and odd. "Unbelievable! Is that you little Harry?" "I'm sorry milord, but I…"

It gave me the creeps, that's for sure. In addition to that, there was filth and garbage wherever you looked. There were books heaped in every available space, enough paper to cover a few trees' worth, and a significant amount of dust. On a table adjacent to a chair with wingbacks sat staplers, hole punches, and letters. There was also a nook that was completely devoted to Real Messini stuff, which included a little garden gnome with the Real Messini logo on it. If you asked me, the gnome was actually more unsettling than the skeleton did. Even though the skeleton didn't have any eyes, it looked like that gnome was always keeping an eye on me.

She can’t even remember now. Harry pulls up to a very lavish mansion. It could almost be a palace where the f*cking garden is arranged, with neat and trim hedges and ornate glass decor. There’s a dark infinity pool out front, and what the f*ck for? It’s only three inches deep. “We’re home,” Harry chirps, getting out of the car and opening the side door for Ariadne, “Hurry up now. Don’t dawdle.” Harry’s acting like a dad from the sixties with his chipper attitude. All he needs is some dockers.

Even though Draco's body was now strong enough to withstand the effects of human magic power, he still avoided it as much as possible. The garden was quite large and made of neatly cut vines and bushes. There were carved stones that are neatly arranged in such a way as to form a wide path for walking around. Above the ground, there was sand that had so many carvings of magic symbols. Draco walked through the garden as if a magnet had guided him to the center of the garden without him noticing.