Statute of Secrecy.


Ryan Hetherington had one hell of a resume: Ravenclaw prefect, Thirteen O.W.L.s, Head boy, Twelve N.E.W.T.s, and even Quiddich captaincy in his last three years at school. He was a model student, and his teachers gave rave reviews of his class performance.

Too bad he was mudblood.

They never advertised the blood supremacy bullshit when you were given the "magic is real" speech before first year, but maybe they should have.

Blood meant everything in the British wizarding world. Even with all of Shacklebolt's changes blood was the deciding factor in how your life would turn out.

In fifth year career counseling he said he wanted to be the minister of magic. The adviser gave a little chuckle and simply said, "It might be a tad difficult". Ryan thought that the advisor was simply stating the fact that it would be difficult for anyone. No, just for mudbloods like him.

When Ryan graduated, the first free moment he had was spent filling dozens of applications for a ministry jobs. Any job would do.

A few days later he got three responses. Janitor, postal sorting, and cauldron bottom tester.

He was understandably confused. With a resume like his, he should have been rewarded with a response to all of his applications. He more than fit the requirements on every application he sent.

A few hours later Ryan found himself in a small department of the Ministry of Magic dedicated to the regulation of magical travel. A few questions to a manager resulted in him being laughed out of an office.

"We only hire proper wizards in this department boy! Merlin, they just keep coming every year…"

It was at that moment that he knew the problem, and he also knew he was fucked.

Muggle borns have no place in this society. None.

He was also fucked because he had just spent the last seven years of his life learning things that would not net him a job. He would be forced to work a menial job for a muggle business. He didn't even have a fucking high-school diploma.

Then he got angry.

What right did they have? What makes them better than me? I'm smarter and a more powerful than every single wizard that applied for any of those jobs.

He made an impulsive decision, and in doing so overturned over three hundred years of work by the wizarding community.

He called his reporter cousin with the story of a lifetime.


Ryan was brought before representatives from over a dozen news agencies. Radio, television, print, and most importantly internet publications were present.

They were not told why they were there, and needless to say many favors were pulled in to have that many reporters present. It was crucial that they remain unaware of why they were summoned. For one, if they were told why, then all of them would have thought it a joke. And two, if this story was to break, then the story would need to be sent to as many people as possible and as fast as possible.

The obliviators could erase a couple dozen minds easily enough, but with the advent of the internet, hundreds of millions could hear about this in a matter of minutes. No way in hell they can wipe that many minds.

He started out slow. He told them magic was real.

A few people chuckled.

They stopped when he pulled out his wand and transfigured a nearby desk into a pig. They all sat amazed for a moment. Then the floodgates opened. He spent hours answering every question and displaying any feat of magic they could think of.

How can magic exist and no one know?

Why are you coming out now?

You can teleport instantly over hundreds of kilometers?

You can wipe people's minds?!

That's when things got serious. They all realized that if they were to succeed, they would need to work fast.


They set a time for when the story was to break. No one could go early and risk alerting the wizards of their plans.

At 13:00 GMT on June the 24th in the year 2011, the statute of secrecy was broken forever.

In under an hour, half of the muggle population knew of magic. Skeptics were silenced when a whole slew of disgruntled muggle borns decided to start practicing their magic freely.

For a time fear gripped the globe, but the witch burnings the pure-bloods so feared never happened.

Within a decade the last of the wizarding governments merged with their muggle counterparts. No surprise Britain dragged its feet right until the end.

But then again, British wizards are stupid.