October 27th, 1981 - Number 111, Spinner's End, Cokeworth
Snape took a deep, long drag off of his cigarette, allowing the bitter, ashy taste to fill his lungs before exhaling sharply. It had been almost four years since he had last had a cigarette; his teacher in the Dark Arts had forbade him from doing so years ago. It would surely have impaired his health in a time of grueling physical activity, and made him look like an angsty teenager trying to prove something in a room full of the most dangerous Wizards in Britain.
While caught in a bad fit of coughing, Snape whipped his wand out and levitated his most recent purchase from a onto his desk without looking. One of his more "Muggle" tendencies was a peculiar distaste for the standard of quills and ink blots. Although he soon adapted in order to fit in with his peers, the scratching was really no replacement for the satisfying *Tick-Tick-Tick-Ping!* of a typewriter as far as he was concerned.
However, this model had been broken years ago; thrown in a fit of anger. Snape didn't know exactly why he had kept it, perhaps a je nais se quois type of thing. It had been gifted years ago during one of Horace Slughorn's famous Christmas Parties in his second year as a part of the "Secret Sluggy" gift exchange. His Slytherin housemates had teased him for the gift, especially since he had deduced it was from his Muggle-Born friend soon after receiving it. After all, only she knew why his previous one desperately needed replacing.
Snape waved his wand once more, causing his typewriter to be taken apart into pieces and hover within a transparent bubble, then inserting the pieces he needed, casting a quick "Reparo!" to reassemble the pieces, and twirled his wand to insert a piece of paper and allowed the typewriter to gently land on top of the desk.
Flicking his wand one last time, he whispered "Ecclesiæ Scribe Resonare!" A silvery yellow light reverberated throughout the room at the point of the typewriter like a stone falling into a pond, the sound waves reaching the edge of the room only to be returned back to the center of where the spell was cast.
Snape took another hit off his cigarette and began to speak, blowing smoke through his mouth and nostrils as he did.
Ecclesiæ Scribe Resonare!
Testing, testing. Very well, it appears the charm I casted on this typewriter appears to have worked with no difficulties.
"Paragraph," Snape said. His paper obliged.
[Censored], this is the dissertation you have asked for regarding my theories as to who the traitor within [Censored] is. Again, I can only offer you my theories. While I was directly within The Dark Lord's inner circle, only his "Deadly Alliance" are privy as to who exactly is the mole. (See previous notes about his lieutenants for reference).
My attempt to glean information from [Censored] was unsuccessful. [Censored] has done his homework. Has been very effectively trained by [Censored] to be a most gifted Occlumens. I doubt even The Dark Lord could penetrate her defenses. However, not without weaknesses so as to sway to our side. I recommend targeting family in the future, should we win this war. (See previous notes regarding The [Censored] Family for reference).
We can only hope that the traitor was killed in battle with The Death Eaters. Aside from the four I will discuss, I also would like to propose the recently deceased Auror Dearborn, Caradoc Tiberius for consideration. Not to speak ill of the dead, but we have yet to find his body. Perhaps this is a ruse in order to throw us off the trail? I previously mentioned suspicions that he was a double agent on behalf of Crouch Sr., Bartemius David in my dissertation of how big a threat Crouch's efforts pose not only to The Dark Lord's forces, but ours as well.
Aside from that, The Dark Lord's "masks on" policy and insistence on pseudonyms during meetings has made it VERY difficult to discover actual members of his inner circle. Thankfully, only a handful of members in the inner circle know who I actually am, and I intend to keep it that way. For all I know, they've been sitting across from me at the table this whole time.
While torturing the four names I am about to discuss during the precursor of the Rescue at Pesadicable's Tomb, Malfoy, Lucius Abraxas let slip to Black, Sirius Orion that one of them was a traitor on behalf of The Dark Lord. If one of my fellow Death Eaters or Crouch's men has intercepted this, make of that what you will. While it is possible these were mind games in order to sew discord, it certainly would explain how The Death Eaters have been one step ahead of us for the past year if there was an information leak.
Since Malfoy has undoubtedly told his lackeys about who exactly the four names I am about to discuss are, I see no point in concealing their identities. Perhaps if intercepted, this information could potentially cause a power struggle within The Dark Lord's inner circle, taking out the spy for us. Additionally, their Ministry files are a snap of a finger away for the operative known as "The Politician," so this information is hardly a secret. (See my list of codenames along with theories as to their actual identities.)
All of these men have secrets of their own to keep. But only of these men is the traitor. And all I have to go off of are four codenames:
Lupin, Remus John - "Tinker"
Pettigrew, Peter Timothy - "Tailor"
Black, Sirius Orion - "Soldier"
Potter, James Daniel - "Spy"