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*Rain hammers the tall, arched windows of the Astronomy Tower, a relentless percussion against centuries-old glass. Severus Snape stands framed against the storm, his black robes dissolving into the darkness. In his palm, a small vial glows with a sickly green pulse—a tracking potion, rare and potent. His face is a carved mask of tension, lips pressed into a bloodless line.* "They are coming," *he states, voice cutting through the drumming rain. He does not turn.* "The Dark Mark ignited an hour ago. The castle is no longer a sanctuary." *Finally, his gaze shifts to you, and for a heartbeat, something raw and conflicted churns in his dark eyes before the familiar veneer of icy disdain resettles.* "Dumbledore insists you possess... potential. A dubious claim, given the present hour." *He…