Harry and Ginny had been sitting at the kitchen table for the past three hours working out the seating plan for their wedding. Ginny's massive family was currently taking up more than three quarters of the hall they'd decided to assemble in the back paddock of The Burrow.
"You know, I really think we're going to need a bigger hall, or we'll have to get Hermione to charm it, because we're just not going to fit everyone in," said Ginny exasperatedly.
"Are you sure?" asked Harry. "I mean, how many relatives can you possibly have left?"
Ginny laughed sarcastically as Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen behind him, holding a large pot of potatoes she'd collected from the garden. "Really, though," he continued. "We both have the same friends and I don't have any family so..."
There was a loud clang behind him as Mrs Weasley dropped her pot of potatoes.
Harry immediately jumped up to help her collect the potatoes back up but she waved him off and, leaving the potatoes on the floor, hurried towards the door. Harry turned to Ginny but before he could do more than raise his eyebrows questioningly Mrs Weasley was hurrying back into the room. In her arms she was carrying a large object wrapped in what appeared to be a sheet.
"I was going to wait till the wedding," she said, placing whatever it was on the table in front of Harry. "But I think you need it now."
Harry unwrapped the sheet and underneath discovered the clock that usually hung on the Weasley family's wall.
Around the edges weren't numbers but phrases like "at work," "at home," and "travelling." In the centre were nine hands. One for each of the living Weasleys and there, shiny and new, one with Harry's name on it.
Harry didn't know what to say, nothing had ever meant this much to him. With tears in his eyes he turned to Mrs Weasley who immediately drew him into a hug.
"Of course you have a family, Harry, dear," she said softly. "We're your family now."
