Doors

[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.

[In slightly shaky, hesitant printing.]

[...] Does everyone here-- I mean, with one of these, hear a voice, too?

[After she wakes from her dream and makes it, limping, back to Hogsmeade to hide in someone's shed. Early Wednesday morning. Handwriting almost impossible to read.]

Who was the married couple?


[Draco M]
[Added after this.]

Draco, dear. I can rely on you to keep yourself and your mother safe, can't I? Through whatever might come? Before anyone else?

[After learning about the most recent HP news, Harry reacts...like this! Visible only to James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy]

Hold me back. Merlin help me, hold me back. If it's Voldemort, and if he comes after any of you, hold me back, because I don't know what I'll do this time around. I thought I was done with it all, that I'd finally killed the man...though he changes it after a moment... bastard. And this starts up again. Hold me back, because I'm tempted to go straight to the Ministry with this. To make sure they know this time that Tom Riddle is Voldemort and that he's back. Because last time? They didn't believe me, not even when Cedric died in front of me. He died in front of me, and they didn't believe me when I said it was HIM. They only believed after Dumbledore...[Harry trails off, though there's spots of ink on the page, like he was visibly trying to control his reaction to everthing.]

[Added in later, almost as an afterthought, but it's once Harry finally calms down a bit to properly react]

Narcissa? Please tell me this isn't the work of Bellatrix. Not after I stood up on her behalf. First they go after those who look like myself, and my friends. Then someone...I'm hoping to hell wasn't my mother. I don't know if this is the work of Voldemort directly. I don't...he never did anything really like this himself. Usually sent his croonies after them.