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Severus Snape paced back and forth in his office, the heavy weight of anxiety gnawing at his mind. The scent of ancient potions and faded parchment filled the air, a familiar comfort that did little to soothe his nerves.
The silence of the night was broken only by the soft scrape of his shoes on the flagstone floor, a steady rhythm that matched the frantic beat of his heart. Earlier, he had been in the headmaster's office when Dumbledore received an urgent summons from the Ministry about a break-in.