Christmas came and went, not the same jolly occasion that we had grown accustomed to at the burrow, and my parents had sent presents by mail to us as I still couldn't bring myself to face them. No longer feeling the same physical pain that I had before, my heart still ached for my little boy. I knew that mine was not the worst pain the war had inflicted, but that didn't help the ache in my chest.
There was a significantly lower number of people present than there had been last year, Bill and Fleur were at their home, Ron, Harry and Hermione were somewhere we weren't allowed to know, Ginny had stayed at school to try and help deal with the state of the school and protect the younger students. Percy was not present, though no one particularly payed attention to that, and Charlie had elected to stay in Romania, as it was seemingly safer surrounded by dragons than in the country at all.
The lack of people however didn't stop Mrs Weasley from knitting a jumper for everyone, and making enough food to feed everyone at Hogwarts, which wasn't nearly as many as it had been in previous years because lots of people had left after Snape became Headmaster. Mrs Weasley had hidden away all of the baby clothes she had been making, I know that it had hurt her to go through everything she had only to have it ripped away, even if she weren't the baby's mother. Any talk of the wedding had ceased almost entirely, everyone instead focusing on the war ahead which no one could ignore any longer. It was coming and nothing could stop it.