Author's Note: I apologize for not getting back onto a schedule for this. _; RL just seems to be overwhelming since the end of summer.
Interlude 2
Dear Petunia Evans-Dursley:
Your sister gave you my name? I must admit that I am surprised. I had thought that the Evans family would have forgotten me. Then again it appears someone has forgotten. I am a member of her world; however, what can I do for an abuser? Emotional abuse. Physical abuse. I wonder if you beat your own child—should you have one.
As someone who once knew the Evans family, I will listen to you, though. You say you do not know your own mind and heart, and that you feel as if you are a foreigner in your own skin—tell me when you feel these ways. I need more than some emotional garble on stationery.
It is faster to correspond with this spell paper. When I send you something the words, 'The half-blood Prince' will appear. Just say your parent's given names and you can read my message. To erase the parchment say, 'So mote it be.' When you wish to write something say, 'To the half-blood Prince,' and when you wish what you write to be passed to my copy of spelled paper say, 'Forgiveness.'
Forgiveness. Aptly chosen, I think. That is what you do not deserve from the nephew who is doing well despite what he has lived with. Ironically, he has been placed in my charge and I am seeing to his recovery. That aside, Petunia, perhaps you should recall Spinner's End?
Sincerely,
Severus Snape
