It was night and the temperature was dropping. The snow was starting to fall outside as H.P. was looking at the window, wondering where was his godchild.
H.P.: I cannot believe this. He said that he was about to return. I cannot believe this. I am going to have to go outside. With this cold. Turner, punshiment is waiting for you.
One of things that H.P. hated was the Winter. Snow, rain, cold. He hated the fact that it was cold all the time, dark than ever. He hated to be sick, If he was sick, he couldn't make his evil plans.
As he step outside, the cold hit him hard. He forgot to put his gloves and now his hands were growing cold.
H.P.: Where are you?
He wanted to return to the warm house but he needed to find the boy. After a few minutes, he finds the boy.
H.P.: Are you crazy?! Don't you realize it is cold? You are going to get sick.
Timmy: It's snowing.
H.P.: And you couldn't watch the snow from the home?
Timmy: I just wanted to feel it. It remembers me of the good times. All the times, I was happy. Warm. All the times, I had somebody with me.
H.P.: *sigh* - suddenly he feels the cold wind - *moans* So cold.
Timmy: Are you ok?
H.P.: I hate the cold, Timmy! I am freezing! My hands are cold! My cold hates this temperature,.
Timmy: Cold hands? Gimme your hands. I can warm them.
H.P.: W-w-what?
Timmy: Gimme your hands. * holds them* See? My hands are warm.
H.P.: So warm... *soft blushing*
Timmy: Let's go home.
H.P.: *thinking* "Why are you doing this? Don't you hate me?"
This winter may be warmer for H.P..
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Warning: The ship only happens after Timmy is 18 years old. Right now, in this image, Timmy is a pre-teen/teen. He is 12 years old. Nothing happened between them.
They don't belong to me.