“Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
but really can you imagine minerva mcgonagall carefully going through the list of all the new firsties and efficiently whipping up their letters and getting to a one mr. harry james potter and hesitating, throat thick with emotion, as she remembers a tragically beautiful couple and the innocent baby whom they all tried so hard to protect and shedding a tiny tear and penning the words
dear mr. potter
and feeling content because at last, at long last lily and james’s child would truly be coming home