Harry found himself locked in a large room. It had a large bed in the center with two end tables on either side. Across from it was a dresser with a mirror attacked. On one side there were two doors that led to a closet and a bathroom. On the other side, there was a couch and some chairs.
Harry was quite surprised to find himself in such a nice, spacious room. He expected to be brought to some kind of cell. Not that it mattered. A prison was a prison, no matter what it looked like.
Harry soon heard the door begin to unlock. He thought about charging whoever it was, but what good would that do? He had no wand. Not that a wand would matter much now. He guessed there were dozens of death eaters there waiting to stop him. He wouldn't be able to fight all of them.
When the door opened, Harry saw that it was Snape coming to see him. He immediately glared at the man. "So are you here to rescue me or are you the traitor after all?" It wouldn't surprise if Snape was a true death eater. Dumbledore might trust Snape, but he certainly did not.
"Sit down," Severus ordered.
"Get bent! We're not in school. You can't tell me what to do!" Harry said angrily.
Severus snarled and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt. "No, you're someplace much worse. You are at the mercy of the Dark Lord, so I suggest you cooperate. You have no idea what he will do to you," Severus said before depositing the boy on the bed. Actually, he was pretty sure the Dark Lord would do nothing to the boy. Potter was probably safer than anyone in the house. But that didn't mean Severus couldn't scare the brat into submission.
Severus took out his wand and started running diagnostic scans.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked confused.
"I'm checking for illness or injury," Severus said.
"Why? Does your master want me to be healthy when he kills me?" Harry asked snidely.
Severus ignored him and continued with the scans. He frowned at what he found. "When was the last time you ate, Potter?"
"None of your bloody business," Harry said.
Severus glared at the boy, but he didn't respond to the answer. "You're malnourished. I shall get you a potion for it. In the meantime, take this," he said before pulling a vile out of his robes and handing it to the boy.
"What is it?" Harry asked as he took it.
"It's a strong pain relief potion. It'll relieve the pain from your scar. Well, some of it anyway. It's the best I can do for the moment. The Dark Lord is looking for a permanent solution," Severus said.
Harry remembered Voldemort saying something about taking his scar pain away, but he hadn't had the time to think about it until now. Why would Voldemort care if he was in pain? He certainly didn't care about his pain when they met in the past. In fact, he seemed to take great pleasure in his pain. So what had changed? Why was Voldemort even keeping him alive.
"Take that potion soon. If you don't, the Dark Lord will find a way to you. I assure you that will be most unpleasant," Severus said before heading towards the door.
"So you are on his side then?" Harry asked.
"I am on the side which allows you to live, Potter," was all he said before walking out of the room and locking it behind him.
After examining Potter, Severus went to the living room where the Dark Lord currently was. He immediately bowed.
"Well? Is the boy healthy?" Voldemort asked.
He is malnourished, My Lord. I shall prepare a potion for him to take," Severus said.
"Why is the child malnourished?" Voldemort asked through gritted teeth.
"I cannot say for sure, My Lord, but if I were to guess, I would say that his family did not feed him properly," Severus said. It was really the only answer he could come up with. After all, no child would refuse to eat unless he had severe mental issues.
"Muggles!" Voldemort growled. How dare those filthy muggles abuse his property? No one mistreated Lord Voldemort's things. He almost wished he hadn't allowed his death eaters to kill the muggles. He very much wished to torture them himself right now for hours.
Once more, Severus thought of laughing at the irony. A week ago, the Dark Lord would've rejoiced in Potter being treated in such a way. Now, he wanted revenge on the boy's behalf. Oh, he knew the Dark Lord didn't actually care about Potter. He was just angry about one of his possessions, as he considered Potter to be, being treated in such a way.
"You mentioned brewing him a potion," Voldemort prompted.
"Yes, a nutrition potion. He'll have to take a dose with every meal for several weeks. It also goes without saying that he'll need to eat at least three meals a day from now on. Actually, for now, he may have to eat more than that. He probably hasn't eaten properly since he left school. His stomach probably won't be able to handle a normal proportioned meal for a while. He'll just have to eat less more often until his stomach can handle more," Severus explained.
Voldemort nodded. "Work with the house elves to ensure that he gets the proper proportions. Start immediately. I want him eating something right away."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Then get started on the potion. I trust you gave him the pain reliever?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes, My Lord, but I doubt he'll most likely assume that it's poisoned and refuse to touch it," Severus said. Even with his warning, he knew the boy wouldn't take it. He was too much of a Gryffindor for that.
"I shall deal with it if it comes to that. Now, it won't be long before the old coot realizes what has happened, if he doesn't already know already. I want you to preserve your position as spy. So when you finish with the potion, you will go to him and find some way to convince him that you could not stop this from happening," Voldemort told him.
"Of course, My Lord," Severus said.
"Go," he ordered.
Severus bowed and immediately left the room.