Harry Potter looked at him ... treated him as if he were precious, someone to care about, even though Severus had not even proven himself until now. Of course, he had tried to save the idiot boy's life. Yet, he had learned that Harry did not put a lot of stock in his own well-being. Still, he had accepted Severus into his service; had even stood up to the Dark Lord for him. Nobody had ever done that since Lily. Did that alone not make the boy deserving of his loyalty, no matter which side he had chosen? The Dark Lord had been evil incarnated; had condoned torture and bloodshed. Yet, in the end, it did not matter. Harry would never give him the chance to do anything by halves, and rightfully so. He had been named the first advisor, and what kind of advisor would he be if he doubted his master's decisions? Voldemort had been hard to advise. He had listened, but if he had not liked the suggestions, he had made his displeasure known through torture. Harry would never do that, but Severus realised that the teenager made his irritation known in a way that hurt at least as much as the Cruciatus.