Harry Potter: The Last Exodus

A New Home for All

The air in the library of 12 Grimmauld Place was thick with purpose as Harry stood in front of the fireplace, bags of enchanted coins in his hands. The group gathered around him—Alex, Justin, Max, Draco, Luna, Neville—watched him closely, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"These," Harry said, holding up a small, unassuming leather sack, "are more than just coins. They're portkeys. Each of you is going to take one and use it to reach out to different magical creatures and beings. We need to offer them the chance to come with us to a new world—Zenithara."

He handed each of them a sack, watching as their faces lit up with understanding. "We can't leave anyone behind," he continued. "The world's magic is dying, and that includes every magical creature—centaurs, house-elves, goblins, and others. We need to make sure they know there's another option. A place where magic thrives, where we can start over."

Alex smirked, tossing her bag of coins into the air and catching it with ease. "I like this plan. Who gets the werewolves?"

Harry smiled. "That's you, Alex. Make sure they know what's at stake."

Justin examined the sack thoughtfully, his brow furrowed. "And we're just handing them these coins? What exactly do they do?"

"The coins are portkeys," Harry explained. "Each one is tied to the phrase 'New Home.' When the leader of each group says those words, they'll be transported to the Great Hall of Hogwarts. From there, we'll gather everyone and prepare for the next steps."

Draco raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "You've thought of everything, haven't you, Potter?"

Harry nodded, but his expression remained serious. "We're running out of time. Every day, magic grows weaker, and soon there won't be enough left for any of us. That's why we need the creatures with us—they're part of this world, part of the magic itself. Without them, we can't truly start over."

Neville stood up, his face set with determination. "I'll go to the centaurs and the giants. They might be difficult to convince, but if anyone understands the power of nature and magic, it's them."

Luna clutched her sack to her chest, her eyes faraway as always but filled with resolve. "I'll talk to the Thestrals and unicorns. They'll listen. Creatures like them understand when a world is dying."

Harry passed the final sack to Draco. "I need you to talk to the goblins again, Draco. They'll be key in keeping order once we get to this new world."

Draco gave a brief nod, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and purpose. "Consider it done."

Finally, Harry turned to the Russo siblings. "Alex, Justin, Max—you'll talk to the werewolves and vampires. They're nomadic, used to being on the fringes of magical society, but we need them with us. Offer them safety, and a future."

Alex saluted dramatically, a grin on her face. "Leave it to us, Captain."

Harry smiled slightly before his face grew serious once again. "Remember, the word is 'New Home.' Once they agree to join us, give the leader of each group a coin and explain how it works. This is their chance to escape a dying world—and join us in something new."

With the plan set, the group dispersed, each heading to their respective destinations to convince the magical creatures of their cause.

Later that Day – The Library of 12 Grimmauld Place

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry. He had watched his friends and allies disappear to their tasks, each determined to recruit magical creatures from across the land. Now, alone in the quiet of Grimmauld Place, he found himself once again drawn to the dusty tomes of the ancient library. The leather-bound book that had started everything—his discovery of Zenithara—was still open on the table, but there was something nagging at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to find, more to uncover.