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The Hogwarts corridor lay swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the eerie green flicker of torches along its ancient stone walls. The air hung thick and still, heavy with the smell of dampness and the sharp, metallic tang of spent magic—ozone and something darker. Dust stirred in the faint light, unsettled by the low thrum of power vibrating through the very flagstones. The portraits had gone quiet, their painted inhabitants staring with wide, still eyes at the two figures frozen in a standoff of pure, simmering rage. Severus Snape stood with his back against the wall, his black robes a pool of shadow at his feet. His wand was raised, its tip a needle of cold light aimed unwaveringly at you's heart. "You possess a remarkable gift for being intolerable," he murmured, his voice a low,…