The werewolf fur along the edge of the Forbidden Forest was matted with crusted, freezing blood, thick saliva dripping between their fangs. Kingsley’s Patronus—a silver panther—shattered the dark clouds, and the light-dust shed by its tail feathers illuminated the broken potion vials scattered across the ground. Severus’s specially brewed Wolfsbane Potion was steaming into indigo smoke beneath the eaves of Hogsmeade.
"Seven stirs clockwise, then freeze to crystallize..."
Severus’s voice suddenly exploded right beside Tonks’s ear. Staggering, she dodged a werewolf’s sharp claws and flipped the final crystal vial from her sleeve.
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