Sweet Porridge
A girl meets an old woman in the woods, who gives her a magic cooking pot. A Luna Lovegood tale.
In the early days the Lovegoods struggled for money. Xenophilius Lovegood was just starting off the first production of the Quibbler and was unable to support his family financially. For several days his wife, Xena, and their only daughter, Luna, would go hungry, as food became a rare luxury. Luna would often scavenge the forest, finding edible fruits to satisfy their empty stomachs. During her latest trip, she was approached by an aged woman, who was passing by the village. Luna, whom was very trusting by nature, told her of her troubles and helped guide her out of the forest.
The woman was very glad for the assistance and decided to reward Luna for her generosity. She took out her wand, as she was a witch, and carefully wove her magic into one of her old cooking pots. A series of runes glowed around it, as the magic settled into the stone instrument. Luna was amazed by the complexity of the spell and awed by the power the old woman displayed. She presented her with the little pot and told her it now belonged to her.
Luna was grateful for this kind gift and asked what magic was indebted into the pot. The old woman smiled, revealing that when the words, cook, little pot, cook, were uttered, sweet porridge would appear, hot and ready to be consumed. When the words, stop, little pot, were spoken, it would then cease cooking. Luna again thanked the kind woman and took the pot home to her parents. Now they were finally freed from poverty and hunger, to eat the sweet porridge as often as they chose.
Luna once again entered the forest but this time to explore, as she was full and happy with her meals of porridge. Her mother, wishing for a nice breakfast, said cook, little pot, cook. And it did cook. She ate until she was satisfied and then she wanted the pot to stop cooking, but did not know the word. So it continued cooking and the porridge rose over the edge. Still it cooked on. Soon the entire kitchen and then the whole house was full. Then it spilled out into the fields, consuming the forest, as it still rose steadily.
It seemed to want to satisfy the hunger of the whole world. The village was in the greatest distress. No one knew how to stop it; no spell could undo the mess. At last when the villagers were considering abandoning their homes, Luna returned. She quickly ran up to the pot, which was buried inside the porridge filled house, and yelled, stop, little pot. It finally ceased and gave up cooking. The village soon became famous, as whomever entered the town, would have to eat their way through.