Harry shifted under his duvet trying to find a comfortable position to go to sleep. Every night this week he had been having the oddest dreams. He'd had some strange dreams over the years, but these took the cake.
A strange man in a tweed muggle suit was always standing in the oddest places with yellow cheese sliced on his head, in his hands, down his arms, or stuck to his back. The dreams weren't too strange. No they were run of the mill as far as dreams go save for 'Mr. Cheese Man' sticking out in all of them.