Harry woke to the door opening and some bottles of murky water being rolled into the room. A plate of crackers was shoved through next before the door sealed itself shut. As Harry looked most had scattered off the plate and onto the floor.

He imagined food. He imagined drink. The pumpkin juice at Hogwarts was just the right sweetness and it would make him feel so refreshed. Maybe the elves improved it. He imagined the house table laden with it's heavy dishes for the feasts and he remembered how he would only eat a small amount because that's what he was used to even as Ron wolfed it down with gusto. Harry remembered…

"I really would appreciate more varied sustenance. I never thought it would be crackers that destroyed my soul but they are definitely well on their way to victory."

Harry was torn from his musings. The memories of before weren't always available to him and when he walked into them it felt like a dream even if waking from them was more painful for it. The crackers were even less appealing after his mind pictured roast beef and potatoes and butter beer.

"Are you hungry?" Harry blinked. He was always hungry. It hurt until it could hurt no more and then his stomach seemed to concede defeat for a short hour before it fought him again, as though Harry denied it on purpose. "Yes." And he reached for the crumbs steadily.

"The water isn't clean but it will have to do. You are weaker right now. You drink; I'll wait." Harry took the water without pause and the large swig he took both relieved him and made him retch.

"I'm glad I cannot see what colour this is". Harry stared at the dark door, always closed to him until they came, and he never remembered what happened when they came. "Do you think they watch us?" He didn't remember but he was sure he asked it often. Severus didn't comment but simply answered yes he thought they did.

"Even when we're together?"
"I expect they watch us more then".
"Does it bother you?"
"I will not allow it to bother me. In this room it is you and I, and we are alone."

Harry tried to think back to the feasts but for the moment the memory seemed barred from him. "Sometimes I forget their faces".
"I know."
"I won't forget yours".

"I know".