Zacharias & Kingsley Harry Potter is dead. The words were like a blow, though Kingsley could see clearly that, with the amount of blood spilled, there was no way Harry could be alive. Kingsley felt a stab of grief, but he hid it behind a stony gaze and a steady wand as he stared down the wizard before him.
The wizard who was apparently trying to stifle laughter.
It took all of Kingsley's control not to do something he'd regret. Instead he cast a complicated spell, locking the scene - and those within it - in a temporary stasis for the time being. The young wizard and the crying witch were left immobile and unconscious of their surroundings, locked in their positions while Kingsley secured the scene then threw up an obfuscating charm to hide it from view until an investigation could begin. Which be about as long as it took Kingsley to get the Gala emptied out and the DMLE notified.
What was already a long night just turned into the longest night of his life, Kingsley realized grimly as he headed back inside to find the head of the DMLE.