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A matter of trust: First things first by Josan and Kai (NC-17)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Length: c. 85.000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
josanpq (josan at IJ) kaiz (kaiz on IJ)
Author Website: Josan's Tales and The Zone (Kai)
Why everyone should read this: Have you seen the pairing? Oh yeah....
Anyways, let me not be so shallow *snerk* This is Severus and Kingsley in the middle of the war, Sirius is still here and poor Severus why must he suffer so? I love the back story of Kingsley's life in this fic and how it's used to bring something good into Severus' life. Snape is Snape, as we know him and love him. Stoic, snappish and full of scorn. He is suffering as a Death Easter spy and he's not faring any better as a member of the Order, who I think turn a blind eye to how much he is suffering just because he's Snape. It is maybe about time that someone should make his life better, go Kinglsley!
And of course it's Josan's and Kai's fault that I LOVE this pairing and wish I could find more fics with it *g*
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A matter of trust: First things first by Josan and Kai
There was something wrong.
Not with Snape's report. That was delivered in a staccato voice that dared anyone to interrupt.
No, there was something wrong with the man himself. A slight tremor that he couldn't prevent. The way his voice was growing sharper, more surly. Quicker, as though he wanted to get through with his report before something happened.
And there was something going on with the way the others were ignoring him.
Well, not Black, whose grin was growing more feral as the report went on. He knew what the hell was going on and he was getting a lot of pleasure out of it.
Molly, who had hovered over everyone as they had arrived, including himself, was now looking at her hands, clasped tightly in front of her on the table top.
Kingsley frowned as he watched Dumbledore listening, but only once looking at the man who was still speaking. The Headmaster was keeping a more frequent eye on Black, a very headmasterish eye. It almost made Kingsley smirk aloud to think of the Order as mere students under the watch of a tried-and-true instructor, who had learnt to ignore all small classroom transgressions for the sake of his sanity while being alert for far more serious ones. He wondered if Black would dare cross that line.
Tonks caught his eye and raised her eyebrows, inquiring. He shrugged and she settled. They were the newcomers here. Kingsley wondered if all meetings were like this. Snape was their spy in the Dark Lord's inner circle and they were all reacting as though they couldn't wait for him to finish and...what? Leave?
The man's tremors were beginning to affect his voice.
Kingsley turned so that he was facing Snape, the only one at the table actually looking at him. He allowed his mind to wander from the report and to focus on the man holding himself stiff, not successfully controlling his body's reaction. Was there something physically wrong with Snape? A palsy or something of that sort? He hadn't heard, but then he was new to the Order.
Curiosity fed on the responses of the others and he decided to see just what was going on. He carefully approached Snape's mind, not all that surprised to find barriers up. He didn't push his way in, he wasn't into violations of that most personal of spaces. But he waited, knowing that at some point, Snape's hold on himself had to weaken as it demanded more and more of him to remain sitting as Dumbledore finally began asking questions, seeking clarification on several points.
And there it was: a scent rather than an image. Hex. Snape had absorbed a fair number of hexes over the last few days. Four. That's what he'd told them all. He'd been in Voldemort's presence for the last four days.
He hadn't mentioned the hexes and, suddenly, Kingsley knew that he didn't have to. These people probably all had a pretty good idea of what Snape had undergone. What was it? They were embarrassed? Definitely uncomfortable. Except for Black who was now sitting back in his chair, eyes dancing with delight. He caught sight of Kingsley looking at him and he grinned, as though inviting Kingsley to share in his enjoyment of the situation.
Read the story here!
Pairing: Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Length: c. 85.000 words
Author on LJ:
josanpq (josan at IJ) kaiz (kaiz on IJ)Author Website: Josan's Tales and The Zone (Kai)
Why everyone should read this: Have you seen the pairing? Oh yeah....
Anyways, let me not be so shallow *snerk* This is Severus and Kingsley in the middle of the war, Sirius is still here and poor Severus why must he suffer so? I love the back story of Kingsley's life in this fic and how it's used to bring something good into Severus' life. Snape is Snape, as we know him and love him. Stoic, snappish and full of scorn. He is suffering as a Death Easter spy and he's not faring any better as a member of the Order, who I think turn a blind eye to how much he is suffering just because he's Snape. It is maybe about time that someone should make his life better, go Kinglsley!
And of course it's Josan's and Kai's fault that I LOVE this pairing and wish I could find more fics with it *g*
*************
A matter of trust: First things first by Josan and Kai
There was something wrong.
Not with Snape's report. That was delivered in a staccato voice that dared anyone to interrupt.
No, there was something wrong with the man himself. A slight tremor that he couldn't prevent. The way his voice was growing sharper, more surly. Quicker, as though he wanted to get through with his report before something happened.
And there was something going on with the way the others were ignoring him.
Well, not Black, whose grin was growing more feral as the report went on. He knew what the hell was going on and he was getting a lot of pleasure out of it.
Molly, who had hovered over everyone as they had arrived, including himself, was now looking at her hands, clasped tightly in front of her on the table top.
Kingsley frowned as he watched Dumbledore listening, but only once looking at the man who was still speaking. The Headmaster was keeping a more frequent eye on Black, a very headmasterish eye. It almost made Kingsley smirk aloud to think of the Order as mere students under the watch of a tried-and-true instructor, who had learnt to ignore all small classroom transgressions for the sake of his sanity while being alert for far more serious ones. He wondered if Black would dare cross that line.
Tonks caught his eye and raised her eyebrows, inquiring. He shrugged and she settled. They were the newcomers here. Kingsley wondered if all meetings were like this. Snape was their spy in the Dark Lord's inner circle and they were all reacting as though they couldn't wait for him to finish and...what? Leave?
The man's tremors were beginning to affect his voice.
Kingsley turned so that he was facing Snape, the only one at the table actually looking at him. He allowed his mind to wander from the report and to focus on the man holding himself stiff, not successfully controlling his body's reaction. Was there something physically wrong with Snape? A palsy or something of that sort? He hadn't heard, but then he was new to the Order.
Curiosity fed on the responses of the others and he decided to see just what was going on. He carefully approached Snape's mind, not all that surprised to find barriers up. He didn't push his way in, he wasn't into violations of that most personal of spaces. But he waited, knowing that at some point, Snape's hold on himself had to weaken as it demanded more and more of him to remain sitting as Dumbledore finally began asking questions, seeking clarification on several points.
And there it was: a scent rather than an image. Hex. Snape had absorbed a fair number of hexes over the last few days. Four. That's what he'd told them all. He'd been in Voldemort's presence for the last four days.
He hadn't mentioned the hexes and, suddenly, Kingsley knew that he didn't have to. These people probably all had a pretty good idea of what Snape had undergone. What was it? They were embarrassed? Definitely uncomfortable. Except for Black who was now sitting back in his chair, eyes dancing with delight. He caught sight of Kingsley looking at him and he grinned, as though inviting Kingsley to share in his enjoyment of the situation.
Read the story here!