Harry James Potter
12 Grimmauld Place
London, United Kingdom
2/ March/ 1999
Mr Potter,
I do not recall granting you allowance to use my given name. You seem to think this sudden declaration of your so-called maturity gives you the right to address or speak to me in any way you deem fit.
I do not call that growing-up Potter, I call that pure arrogance.
I am finished with these idiotic games of yours. Since you are so adept at facing the facts, let us finally put aside this façade of a mutual correspondence and discuss what these farcical missives are really leading up to. This pathetic charade you have built around wanting to help a man who not only spent the better part of your life taunting and ridiculing you, but is also a known murderer and Death Eater, is derisive and affronting to all parties involved. I will no longer tolerate your ludicrous dissimulation.
Do not dare paint my life as your tragic war hero of unrequited love whose soul Saint Potter has judged worthy of saving. If you knew the truth about the man you are trying to redeem, there is no doubt in my mind your superficial Gryffindor courage would expire and you would indubitably abscond to the safety of your now perfect life. Allow me to make some things crystal clear since you continually demonstrate how your brain is too swollen to comprehend or perform rational thinking.
I do not need your help.
I do not need your redemption.
I do not need your nonsensical friends.
Most important Mr Potter, I do not need you, and never shall.
Just because you saw a smattering of my memories does not make you knowledgeable of whom Severus Snape is. Your assumptive demeanor clearly dictates your presumptions notions of who you think I am, just like your arrogant father did. My my, how...typical. Congratulations Mr Potter, for you have proven without a doubt that the apple does not fall far from the tree.
You know nothing of my life Potter.
You know nothing about me.
The game is over, so let us face the facts of what we do know shall we?
It is you Harry Potter who is seeking things from me, there is no sense in denying it any longer. Your misguided mind believes that by saving me from the hells of Azkaban, I will not only be indebted to you, but so utterly grateful that I would willingly wish to impart my knowledge of your mother with you.
Finally, we come to the truth of all this ridiculous nonsense.
You want information about Lily Potter, perhaps even going so far as to seek out any findings you can pilfer regarding your worthless father. It does not surprise me in the least how far you would go to learn about your parents, even at the expense of another human being.
Very well then Mr Potter, you win.
In your next missive I will expect a list of ten questions. I will answer no more than that, so choose carefully Potter, because I will never give you this opportunity again. If you ignorantly wish to waste a question on your pompous father, that is your choice, however if I were you, I would keep the questions limited to your mother. You already know how I feel about James Potter. The only positive thing I can attribute to the man other than his demise, is that fact that he fathered you.
Once I have answered your questions, I expect this correspondence to cease immediately and to be left completely alone. I give you my word as a wizard that I will answer each and every question to the best of my abilities. In return, I expect you to abide by my wishes and leave me in peace.
When Draco arrives at the beginning of the month, I shall return your quilt along with the other nonsense you have sent.
Ten questions Potter.
You finally get what you desire, as do I; this utterly useless and inane exchange to end.
Severus Snape