Louis + ?
Sneaking outside had been much easier than he'd thought. Though he supposed with so many people all under one roof, not even his mother would notice he'd slipped away. Pulling a hat low over his traitorous blond hair he huffed out a sigh, watching his breath fog before him. He wished he was at The Burrow, curled up in one of the squashy armchairs by the big open fire with Grandma, while Grandpa told him about some kind of muggle invention that one of the Uncles had managed to buy for him.
That was really Christmas. No offense to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, but this didn't feel right. Pulling his coat tighter around himself he wandered down to the bottom of the garden and settled himself on the grass, staring up at the sky. It was nice to be alone for a while. He was getting tired of keeping secrets and the further away from people he was the easier it was to keep them. Well one. The Weasley/Potter family didn't need another bombshell just yet. Not after Dom.