The Most Delicious Food Was Made with Love by Family

"Want some scrumptious snacks, dear?"

A round-faced witch pushing a trolley appeared in the doorway. It was piled high with all sorts of oddly shaped snacks.

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Harry's eyes lit up, and he jumped to his feet. "Of course!"

Charlie stood up with him and pulled out his money pouch. He hadn't eaten since leaving the Orphanage, and he was already starving.

They each bought a large pile of snacks. The trolley witch grinned from ear to ear as she counted the silver Sickles in her hand.

Ron looked at the snacks covering the table and swallowed. Then, a little awkwardly, he took a sandwich wrapped in brown paper out of his bag.

"My mum packed this for me," Ron muttered.

"She never remembers that I don't like corned beef."

He opened the wrapping to reveal a dry corned beef sandwich. It really didn't look very appetizing.

Harry noticed Ron's embarrassment and felt a wave of sympathy. It reminded him of how the food he got at the Dursleys' wasn't much better.

"Want to trade?" Harry offered. "I get tired of sweets if I eat too many."

It was the first time he had shared his things with a friend, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Ron looked at the cake in Harry's hand, a flicker of longing in his eyes, but still shook his head.

"Never mind. The sandwich is cold and dry, so it doesn't taste good. You guys eat yours."

Charlie spoke up.

"How could it not taste good? Food made by family is the most delicious."

He took out the biscuits Grandma White had given him. They were simply wrapped, but with care, and a little bow was tied around them.

"I grew up in an Orphanage," Charlie said gently.

"The Orphanage was poor, but the matron always found different ways to make all kinds of tasty things for us."

"She said that even without delicacies, food made with care could fill the emptiness in your heart."

Ron and Harry both froze, clearly touched by Charlie's words.

Harry thought of what he had been through with the Dursleys, and his eyes grew moist. He envied the feeling of being cared for so thoughtfully.

Charlie opened the biscuit wrapper, and a sweet aroma immediately filled the air. "Here, try some. They're really good."

He offered the biscuits to the two of them.

Moved by Charlie's words, Ron stopped feeling awkward and broke his sandwich in half to share with them, too. "Just don't turn your noses up at it."

Harry accepted the biscuits and sandwich, his heart warming.

Ron and Harry each picked up a biscuit and a piece of sandwich, and savored them.

"These biscuits are delicious!"

Ron was being very nice, and Harry nodded in agreement.

Before long, the generous sandwich and the hearty biscuits had filled them up.

"I'm stuffed. I can't eat another bite."

But Charlie set the biscuits and sandwich aside, picked up the last Pumpkin Pasty on the table, and took a blissful bite.

Harry stared at him.

"Charlie, didn't you say..."

"Oh, I just want to see what this pasty tastes like. I'll have the biscuits and sandwich later."

Harry and Ron: ...

Charlie narrowed his eyes in contentment.

Food made by family really was delicious, but on his first day in the Wizarding World, shouldn't he try more of its special treats?

Britain might be a food desert that had given birth to Stargazy pie, a dish fit for the ancient gods, but the Wizarding World's snacks were still pretty good.

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Hey, that was an unexpected bonus.

Ron and Harry ruefully unwrapped their Chocolate Frogs. They were both full now, so all they could manage was a little dessert.

A short while later, someone knocked on the compartment door.

"Excuse me, have you seen a toad?"

The door opened, and a round-faced boy walked in, tears in his eyes.

His cheeks were chubby, and he looked utterly helpless.

"His name is Trevor. My toad, Trevor, is missing."

The boy's voice quavered as if he was about to cry.

Charlie shook his head.

"I haven't seen your toad."

"But there are plenty of frogs on the table."

Ron had just unwrapped one, and the Chocolate Frog immediately leapt onto the table, hopping around.

The round-faced boy's eyes lit up at once, fixed on the Chocolate Frog.

Charlie smiled and offered, "Want to try one? They taste pretty good."

The round-faced boy promptly forgot about his toad. He took the Chocolate Frog Charlie handed him and spoke as he ate.

"Thanks. I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom."

"I'm Charlie White."

"Ron Weasley."

When it was Harry's turn, he was a little nervous. "Harry Potter."

Neville bit into the Chocolate Frog and showed no special reaction. He just nodded. "Hi, Harry."

That made Harry very happy. Hogwarts really was the place for him; nobody seemed to have an over-the-top reaction to his name.

Neville continued to enjoy his Chocolate Frog, completely absorbed in the happiness of eating sweets.

Soon, someone knocked again.

"Neville!"

A little girl with thick brown hair walked in. When she spotted Neville, she scrunched up her nose and said:

"Neville, are you going to keep looking for your toad or not?"

Neville came to his senses, still chewing chocolate.

"Oh, right! I still have to find my toad!"

He had been eating a Chocolate Frog and had actually forgotten all about the toad.

The little girl shook her head helplessly and turned to the others.

"I'm Hermione Granger. Have you seen Neville's toad?"

Before Charlie and the others could answer, she suddenly noticed the faint scar on Harry's forehead, and her eyes widened.

"Wait, are you Harry Potter?"

Neville was stunned. The Chocolate Frog nearly slipped from his hand.

"Harry Potter?!"

So, while he'd been eating his Chocolate Frog, he hadn't even registered Harry's introduction.

Harry nodded, feeling a little helpless.

"Yes, that's me."

Hermione grew excited and rattled on like a bean spilling from a pod.

"I've read about you in A History of Modern Magic, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. You must know lots of magic! I tried a few spells at home, and they worked. No one in my family can do magic, so I really treasure this hard-won opportunity. I've memorized all my textbooks. Do you know which house you'll be sorted into?"

Charlie hurriedly interrupted.

"Okay, okay, hold on. Weren't you looking for a toad? His name is Trevor, right?"

Good grief. The little girl looked cute enough, but she was terrifying once she got going.

Charlie took out his Wand.

"Accio Trevor!"

Over the summer, he had drawn the Accio spell. Its level was only one, and his proficiency wasn't high, but it was enough for now.

A sudden commotion came from outside the compartment.

"A Flying Toad!"

"Idiot, someone's casting a spell."

Amid the chaos outside, a plump toad flew in through the window and landed safely in Neville's arms.