The Prime minister of Great Britain knew that it would happen eventually. Someone would stumble across something. A wizard or a normal person would escape obliviation. If that happened everything would come crashing down because people would panic. Panic has a lot of effects, and not any of them nice ones. Hostility would rise on both sides and the distrust from the years of secrecy would lead to a full out war. The Prime minister let out a sigh and buried his head in his hands. He knew that it would happen eventually, and it did. All it took was a group of students on a school trip. All it took was one child's need to use the toilet. All it took was for that child to see through the notice-me-not charms on the leaky cauldron, and now it was all tumbling down.
The ministry had sent hitwizards and Aurors to take down a group of children, and the resulting mess was too much to be ignored by so many. It wasn't long before armed police showed up and shot one of the hitwizards dead. A bullet straight through the brain, no amount of magic could save someone from that. From that moment on it had been a long chain of degradation. Shacklebolt had immediately portkeyed into his office, wide eyed and angry, demanding who had sanctified attacks on the wizarding kind. The Prime minister returned verbal fire, asking him none too kindly who had organised what looked like a death squad to hunt down a group of eleven year olds. The matter did not get resolved quietly and Shacklebolt had portkeyed back out again.
Then there was the media coverage. Of course reporters would be on the scene almost instantly. At first glance they put it down to some sort of extra-terrestrial threat, which was just as ridiculous as the truth. It wasn't until one of the camera teams had got the image of an Auror running around, robes flying and wand waving that the penny dropped. Wizards and magic were both very real and ,if the holes in the walls were anything to go by, were also very dangerous.
An emergency session at parliament was called and there was a unanimous decision that something had to be done about the new wizarding threat, and the Prime minister couldn't help but agree. They'd let the wizards go about uncontrolled for far too long. With their wars and battles that always involved normal people. It wasn't right for them to have so much unregistered power, and there needed to be a stop put to it.
The Prime minister raised his head, the sound of footsteps within his office disturbing his train of thoughts. Before he could ask who was there a bright flash of green consumed his vision, his charred head falling back down to the desk he was seated at with a hollow thunk. The wizard in the shadows let out a small chuckle, shook his head under his cloak, and disappeared. The Muggle-Wizarding war had truly begun.
