Watching the three teenagers on the bed, especially the black-haired in the middle, Severus knew that what he felt for Harry was in no way comparable to what he had believed love to be, once upon a time. Lucius had been a burning wicker, bright and beautiful. But with no substance to feed the fire, it had fizzled out. It had hurt, but ... well, burning out always hurt. His young master was different. There was so much depth to his emotions. He was kind, protective, furious on behalf of others, generous and oh so caring. His touch was gentle, and his words true. Harry was not playing games and was not looking for more personal gain than the average human being. They would never be equals, but that was just fate. Severus would never come first, not for Lily, nor for her son. But with Harry Potter, the Dark Lord's equal, it was easy to take second place behind his ambitions. Severus knew that they were more important than a single wizard ... than him. However, Harry never let him feel that, and he was forever grateful. Whenever they were together, the young man gave him the impression that he was the most important person in his life. Severus was determined to hold on to that until Harry would move on. When that day came, Severus at least had beautiful memories to cherish. He would continue to serve his master, even from the shadows, as any good advisor should.