"Voldemort just pissed all over the Statute of Secrecy": Yes, he did, but things aren't quite as dire for the Wizarding World as many of you seem to think.
Keep in mind that, canonically, the number of Muggles who know about magic are the parents and siblings of Muggleborns and the current and former Prime Ministers; what's more, it's said explicitly in book 6 and is common sense that explaining the situation as magical terrorists attacking people because they don't have magic would get you strange looks.
What's the more 'rational' explanation, magic or normal, human terrorists bombing a stadium to cause fear and panic?
As for nearby cameras, yes, they captured the event, but keep in mind that 1996 was the year of Independence Day and Star Trek: First Contact and Dragonheart, all movies with decent, even good, CGI.
The vast majority of people would dismiss the recordings as a joke in extremely poor taste, and those who took it seriously would be considered conspiracy theorists and dismissed.
Though that does give me an idea for a different story entirely, now…
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Disclaimer: Rather than waiting a year for Draco to fix the Vanishing Cabinet, did Voldemort just send some Death Eaters to sneak into Hogwarts on a Hogsmeade weekend, when the school gates were kept open the entire day?
If not, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise; it belongs to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Press, Warner Bros., and whomever else she sold the rights to.
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Jen raised her bottle of butterbeer and clinked it against her friends'. "To our exams being over. Finally."
"Hear, hear," Susan answered, the sentiment echoed among the rest. Kenneth was hanging out elsewhere with friends from his own year, so it was just the five of them sitting at the table inside the Three Broomsticks and enjoying their newfound free time. The school year was not yet officially over because the professors still needed to score the exams the rest of the school had to take and pass those marks back, but with the OWLs finished, the fifth-years had nothing to do until Wednesday when they would return home.
And for the Friday right after that, I might tell everyone that I'm spending a couple of days with some friends in Wales and head to Cardiff, she thought to herself, fingers sliding down her left arm to scratch idly at the scar decorating her wrist. The summer solstice was fast approaching, and thanks to the wound she had inflicted on herself while bearing the Baron's mantle during her latest ritual, she could now actually feel the light magic of the world reaching its crescendo, like spiders crawling beneath her skin. Her family had been extremely worried when she passed the day in her fevered stupor, and since she knew that was something she would have to suffer through for the rest of her life, any opportunity she could get to minimize their knowledge of her 'condition' and avoid them asking awkward questions was worth the effort.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that something had disturbed the students sitting by the window, and when they just stared out the window, she craned her neck to get a better look. Outside the castle's wards like this, her sonar stretched a mere ten feet, but even if she had her full thirty-meter range, it would do little good stuck inside the building as she was. Other diners had begun noticing the distracted individuals, and a wave of silence swept through the room as more and more people watched them or stared out another nearby window. Only after the whole tavern was quiet for several seconds did someone near the back whisper, "What's going on?"
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B.Q. Book Two: Black Princess Ascendant
FanfictionSecond in the Black Queen series. Last year, Jen had to contend with a deadly Tournament, a revived Dark Lord, a meddlesome Headmaster, and worst of all, reconciliation attempts by her parents. Surely her OWL year can't be anywhere near as complic...
