P./S. The last thing you need to know: Remember that prophecy you were so desperate for? I know Snape knows it. I know he shared it with you. He's too good a spy and too careful a Slytherin not to have. Do you remember that part about the "Chosen One" having a "power the Dark Lord knows not?" I bet that part kills you. The power isn't the sacrifice of Lily that lives in Harry's skin or the powers you accidentally passed on to him that night in Godric's Hollow. That power is me. I am not who you think I am, who anyone thinks I am. I am not just a mudblood. I am the heir to the Founders of Hogwarts, all of them. Through generations heirs unknowingly had trysts with other heirs. Eventually, they all led to me. Hogwarts, herself, showed me. My ancestors come from all four lines of the Founders, and more surprising, the lines of Merlin and Circe as well. I am the Power the Dark Lord Knows Not, only now he does. Are you still trying to incinerate my letter, cousin?