Godric's Hollow, once so full of life, had grown quieter with each passing year. It wasn't just the village—the magical world itself seemed to be slowing, as if everything were losing its color, its vibrancy. Harry Potter could feel it, like a dull throb at the back of his mind.
From his window, Harry watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the small village. The wind rustled through the leaves of the nearby trees, but it felt hollow, almost... wrong. Magic was still there, yes, but it wasn't the same. The world had changed, and Harry could sense it with every breath.
He had first noticed it a few years ago—small things that seemed insignificant at the time. A spell here or there fizzling out, broomsticks that didn't fly quite as fast, and potions that lost potency quicker than they used to. Back then, it was easy to dismiss. Magic wasn't perfect; mistakes happened. But now, it was undeniable.
Across from him, Ginny sat at the table, absently flipping through the Daily Prophet. It had become a habit of hers lately—scanning the pages for news of what was going wrong in the world. And there was always something going wrong.
"Another one," Ginny said, not looking up from the paper.
Harry didn't need to ask. "Where?"
"France. Some potion shop exploded in Paris. Apparently, the ingredients were unstable." She sighed and pushed the paper away. "That's the third one this month."
Harry leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "It's everywhere now, isn't it?"
Ginny nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. No one's admitting it yet, but everyone knows something's wrong."
The Ministry had tried to downplay it for years—blaming accidents, miscast spells, or rare magical phenomena. But Harry knew better. The signs were too obvious now, the cracks in their world growing wider every day.
"It's getting worse," Ginny added, her voice tight. "I was at St. Mungo's yesterday. They said some of the Healers are losing their touch. Spells that used to be routine are suddenly failing. And no one knows why."
Harry didn't respond. What could he say? It wasn't just the Healers. Aurors had been reporting problems, too—duels that didn't go the way they should, dark creatures acting more erratic, and magical wards faltering without explanation. Hogwarts' wards, some of the strongest in the world, had flickered last year, sending the staff into a quiet panic.
Magic was slipping, and everyone felt it. No one wanted to say it out loud, though. There was too much fear in admitting what they all suspected: magic itself was failing.
"I've been talking to Hermione about it," Ginny said after a pause, her voice hesitant.
Harry's stomach tightened. He knew where this conversation was going. "What does she think?"
Ginny hesitated, glancing at him. "She's... still optimistic. She thinks it's something we can fix—maybe an imbalance in magical ley lines or something in the environment that's throwing everything off."
Harry huffed, frustrated. "Of course she does."
It wasn't that he didn't believe in Hermione's brilliance—if anyone could figure this out, it was her. But they had been dealing with this for years now, and nothing had improved. If anything, things were getting worse.
"She's working with the Department of Mysteries now," Ginny continued, her voice quieter. "They're trying to find the root cause. But they're running out of leads."
Harry leaned forward, elbows on his knees, running a hand through his messy hair. He had heard it all before—the theories, the research, the plans. The truth was, no one had any idea what was really happening. They were grasping at straws, hoping that something would make sense. But it never did.
"What about Ron?" Harry asked after a long silence. He hadn't spoken to Ron as much lately. It wasn't intentional, but there was an unspoken distance growing between them, especially as the world's problems mounted.
Ginny shrugged. "He's been busy at the Ministry. You know how he is—he doesn't want to think about it unless he has to."
Harry nodded, though his heart sank. It wasn't that Ron didn't care, but he had always preferred to focus on the here and now, while Harry couldn't shake the sense of dread that seemed to follow him everywhere. They were all dealing with the problem in their own way, but for Harry, it wasn't enough.
He had spent hours—days, even—poring over old texts, trying to find anything that might explain what was happening. Ancient tomes, forgotten prophecies, even magical records from before Hogwarts was founded. But there was nothing. No clear answer, no obvious cause. Just the slow, steady unraveling of everything they had ever known.
"I don't know how much longer we can wait," Harry said finally, breaking the silence. "Things are falling apart faster than anyone realizes."
Ginny looked at him, her eyes full of concern. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... we need a solution," Harry said, his voice low, as if speaking the words out loud would make them too real. "And I don't think it's going to come from the Ministry."
Ginny's brow furrowed. "You're not talking about leaving, are you?"
"Not yet," Harry said quickly, though the idea had crossed his mind more than once. "But we can't just keep doing the same thing and hoping it'll work. We need to start looking at other options."
"Like what?" Ginny asked, though Harry could hear the doubt in her voice.
He didn't have an answer. Not yet. But something deep inside him told him that this wasn't just a temporary crisis. The decay of magic was tied to something much bigger, something that had been in motion for centuries, and if they didn't figure it out soon, there would be nothing left to save.
"I've been thinking about some of the old stories," Harry said carefully, choosing his words. "The ones about ancient wizards who traveled between worlds. There's magic out there we don't understand—magic that could be stronger than what we know."
Ginny looked at him, startled. "Harry, those are just myths. No one really believes—"
"I don't know what I believe," Harry admitted, cutting her off. "But if there's even a chance that something like that exists, we need to find it. We can't afford to wait for Hermione or the Ministry to figure things out. We need answers now."
Ginny was quiet for a long moment, her expression torn between worry and trust. She knew Harry wasn't one to chase impossible dreams, but this sounded dangerous, risky in a way that made her uneasy.
"And what if you're wrong?" she asked softly.
Harry met her gaze, his eyes tired but determined. "If I'm wrong, then we're all in more trouble than we realize."
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Harry Potter: The Last Exodus
FanfictionWith Earth on the brink of collapse, both magically and physically, Harry Potter discovers a distant galaxy with a planet identical to their own, offering a lifeline for witches, wizards, and magical creatures. However, when his plan to transfer onl...