Severus Tobias Snape

( Owl to Lucius Malfoy )

( Hexed Private to Draco )

( Hexed Private to Bella )

Well. Who'd have thought? Lestrange is alive.

I'm beginning to wonder who else is going to come out of the woodwork.

( Hexed Private to Liam )

( Hexed Private to Draco & Rose )

Quite an... interesting afternoon at the Ministry, I daresay.

( Hexed Private to Draco )

( Hexed Private to Rose Zeller )

( Hexed Private to Bella )

I'm running out of cigarettes. The ones sold around here simply don't have the right flavour in my estimation. Trip home to England is quickly in order it seems.

It seems that certain plants here, when used in particular combination with each other creates a sort of drug. Side effects are similar to that Muggle pill Viagra.

This lone discovery could turn me into a very, very rich man.

( Hexed Private to Draco )

( Hexed Severely Private. Anyone Attempting to Break it Will Be Sporting Boils )

My new location has given me ample time to experiment with some new ingredients. There are several potions that definitely need updating, particularly as I have found other ingredients that react better than ones found in England.

Truly, it's amazing what a bit of grapeseed oil will do for restorative draughts. Similarly, some of the creatures found around here have a more exotic flair given the proximity of Africa. There is a species of animal down here known as the Frendelwaiths -- a niffler mixed with something. However, the spines the creatures have seem to work well in various poison antidotes, even if the spines themselves are quite poisonous.

It's a Potion master's dream down here.

It seems the time away has done me some good. No, I'm not back yet and am going to take a few more weeks abroad. For a man who loves his dungeons, I'm surprisingly enjoying the sunshine. I know, surprise of a lifetime I am sure. But needless to say I am recovering quite nicely here, though I do believe I will be relying on a cane for the rest of my life. That... I am not pleased with at all.

( Private to Draco )

( Private to Nymphadora )

( Private to Lupin )

[Technically would have been written on the 8th when Bella came to sweep him away.]

( Hexed Private to Draco )

If any of you were intending on visiting, I have been sprung from this hell-hole. I will be abroad for the next few weeks and no, I will not tell you lot where I'm going. I will return and if Potions are needed, they will be sent in a timely manner.

Alright. It's bee four days. Someone get me the hell out of here and now.

I don't know if I can take another day or two in this bloody place. The hand has nearly healed back to where it was before I was taken. But as of right now, I'm going to go stir crazy soon.

Hell, I haven't even brewed anything in four days. This has to be a record.

In short -- let. me. out.

( Hexed Private to Tonks )

( Hexed Private to Rose )

( Hexed Supremely Private )

( Hexed Private to Harry )

They're changing the drug. They have to be. I now have near full use of my right hand again -- as good as it was before I was taken, that is. They haven't been questioning me as much about things not that I'd tell them a damn thing about the Order or the Death Eaters but rather theoretical things. I suppose they're thinking that I have knowledge in that realm. and they would be correct in that.

Brewed only the most rudimentary of potions. A few poisons and a couple of restorative draughts. Nothing a first or second year couldn't handle.

( Hexed Private to Potter, Harry )

( Hexed Private to Bella )

( Hexed Private to Draco )

While the effects of the drug they gave me are wearing off, I've yet to regain the use of my right hand. Judging by the slightly hazy view everything has, there's still a bit of a drug in my system, no doubt to keep me from doing anything stupid.

Yes, that thought has crossed my mind and no I haven't. I'm mentally too weak (god I hate admitting that aloud) to do it properly and to slip inside anyone's mind without tromping around in there like a hippogriff.

Though they have said why they took me -- or maybe they thought I was out when they were discussing things outside my cell. This windowless hell I'm stuck in. Plain walls and a wooden floor. While I may love the dungeons, this has none of the ambiance of a proper cell.

They want me to brew.

I simply hope I can use my hand by then. While I can move my fingers, I feel nothing and it's absolutely useless.

[Writing is slanted more than usual and nearly illegible]

H.ave.. no us.e of ri.ght arm. Bu.gger t.ha.t hit me d.i.d someth.in.g to it. Ho.pe it's only te.mpora.ry.

Nev.er th.ou.ght I'd be k.nock.ed ou.t by som.ethi.ng so.me m.ugg.le co.nco.cted. Wha.te..ver it w.as, it w.as str.o.ng.

He.ad h.urts. Ri.g.ht ar.m hur.ts.

Ha.ve n.o bl.o.ody id..ea whe.re I a.m.

( Extremely weakly hexed private to Draco, very easily broken by anyone )

Yes, it is Valentine's Day. No, I don't care.

And really -- for those saps who believe in the holiday -- if you have someone you honestly care about, why do you need a specific day to show them how much you care? It's a day just like any other. You're picking a day to express love on the same day that two saints became martyrs. That's quite the romantic date in my opinion.

Yes, I'm a cynical bastard. I've never argued that point.

While I may be a man who does not misplace things often, I think it is safe to say that my original journal has gone missing somewhere and I have neither the time nor the inclination to search for it. As such, a new journal for a new year. Seems rather appropriate.

Yes, we all know what happened. No, I do not wish to discuss it.

I am also aware of my absence. I am sure you are all overjoyed with my return.