Shadows over dusty plains

Days turned to weeks, and Harry vanished into the plains, a ghost in the vast wilderness that surrounded Silver Creek. Severus spent sleepless nights patrolling the town, guilt swimming thickly in his chest. He watched the sunset each evening, anticipating Harry’s return, but each sunset only deepened the longing and regret he felt.

Then, as fate would have it, tragedy struck. Harry was found lifeless, trampled within a herd of bisons—a cruel twist of fate that sent ripples of despair through Severus’s heart. He felt hollow, the realization crushing him: he had doubted his best friend, and now it was too late.