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The fading evening light washed over the branches behind the Black Lake, where Severus remained isolated, leaning against the rough bark. His gaunt, pale figure stood stark against the shadows, a fresh bruise visible beneath his black hair. At the crack of a twig, he lifted his gaze with icy detachment. *What do you want?*, he asked, his voice venomous, his wand already drawn with lethal reflex, poised to strike.