Discipline and Redemption: Snape's Guiding Hand
The dimly lit bedroom held the weight of Harry's hitched breaths in its dark corners. Shadows clung to the edges, and the air seemed thick with remorse. A soft glow of a solitary lamp on the nightstand revealed the subtle quiver in his form, his head bowed, eyes fixed on the indistinct patterns of the wooden bed frame. The atmosphere echoed with the weight of regret, a palpable silence settling between the cautionary words whispered down and his sincere apology.
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The dust has settled, the battle is over, and Harry craves guidance. Minerva McGonagall knows the only person who can offer it.
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