The Christmas holidays had everyone at the Burrow in high spirits, everyone except for Harry, that is.
Harry looked at the hands of the clock. They all pointed towards one word, 'home'. Harry watched as the Weasley's laughed and talked together, sharing Christmas crackers and giggling over the jokes and toys inside. He watched wistfully as Molly kissed her children on the head as she gave each of them gifts, and he saw the playful banter of the Weasley children as they opened their gifts.
Harry wanted to have a hand of his own on that clock. More than anything.