"We’re going to be late! It’s already five past twelve!" James gestured to the clock above the fireplace  -  and as his son had said, they were indeed late. It was a Weasley tradition for the entire clan to gather back at the Burrow the last Sunday before the new term started at Hogwarts - and this would be the first year he’d be sending off one of his own brood. Harry wasn’t particularly concerned about being late - he doubted anyone other than maybe Ginny would notice. If he was honest - part of him wanted to delay going over as long as possible. This would be their first time seeing the family since he and Ginny had announced their separation was permanent, and that they would be filing for divorce. His stomach clenched in anxiety at the thought, but he tried to soldier through - the kids didn’t need to know, and poor Ginny was facing the family’s well-meaning scrutiny alone.  