[PUBLIC AS HELL.]
[On the heels of this and the earlier conversations on the journals, after having heard nothing from Lily in days. The letters are large, panicked, and drawn over and over and over with clotting ink. Gryffindor creed says NO CAUTION. NO SUBTLETY. RAAAAAAAAAH.]
I KNOW THIS WAS YOU, SNAPE. I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN.
ETA: [Harry P/James P] I need the cloak, Harry. NOW. [Scratched out after talking to Narcissa.]
Added in at the Three Broomsticks: [Lily P/James P] Evans, I should like a word with you.