As Lily's narrative deepened, the expressions of everyone present grew increasingly solemn, as if shrouded by a layer of gloomy haze.
Snape stared intently at Lily, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, his knuckles distorted from the excessive force. Flames of anger burned within his eyes, yet they were intertwined with deep self-reproach and worry.
"Those damned..."
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