'So... Snape? What is bothering you?' Kingsley poured tea for both of them, the scent of bergamotte filling the room. He sent a cup hovering in Harry's direction, followed by a bowl of sugar and a small jug of milk. 'Personally,' Kingsley said, almost softly, 'I was so certain he wasn't fighting for Voldemort, but... I think it is the first time I fooled my understanding of how people think and act into believing what others thought - that Snape was a true Death Eater. I was unfair to him, and there is really no way to make it better, not the way Snape is.'
Kingsley hated he had misjudged the situation with Snape. But the plans he and Albus had cooked up... they had been so secretive, not even Minerva had known. Hell, none of them had known, had Harry not seen Snape's memories.