Arrested
It was a horrible, blustery night and Kingsley was feeling very sullen toward his superiors for posting him in Hogsmeade. As if Death Eaters were going to be walking these streets―especially on a night like this one. He recast the regulation disillusionment charm on himself and shifted his position slightly to move the weight on his feet and stop them from going numb.
The war effort so far had been gruelling. They had no leads and the attacks were unpredictable at best. They needed a lucky break. Someone from the Inner Circle who they could interrogate and find out information from.
He sighed and cast his gaze to the sky, his eyes tracked a falling star and he remembered an old muggle tradition about making a wish. He closed his eyes for a moment and hoped.
A moment later, he snorted. Wishing was useless. Hard work was what would win this war. Hard work and diligence. He returned his gaze to the street and his attention was drawn to a commotion at the Three Broomsticks.
Someone was being thrown out.
He landed in the snow and Madame Rosmerta sent a stinging charm at the man. “Next time I catch you listening at doors I’ll call the Aurors! Now be on your way! Mr Snape!”
Kingsley’s body went taught like a bowstring. Snape? Severus Snape? It couldn’t be! Sirius Black had managed to disrobe several of the Death Eaters on a previous raid and Snape had been one of the lucky ones to be identified.
He hurried forward, avoiding the patches of snow so his footprints wouldn’t show and he reached Snape just as he was stood up, brushing clinging snow from his robes.
A quick stunner, and then the Aurors binding spell and Severus Snape was magically bound and on his way to Auror Headquarters for questioning.
Kingsley was praised by his superiors for his quick thinking and reaction time and he went home wondering how many lives he might have saved tonight just by bringing in a young Inner Circle member like Severus Snape.