Harry Potter: The Last Exodus

The Dragons' Decision and the World's Wizards

The early morning mist clung to the mountains as Harry, Draco, and Luna stood at the base of a towering peak, the sky above them swirling with clouds. The air was thick with magic, and even from here, Harry could feel the ancient power that radiated from the creatures who lived at the mountain's summit. Dragons. They were the last of the great magical beings Harry needed to convince, and they were perhaps the most formidable.

Draco tightened his cloak around him, his eyes scanning the cliffs. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Potter? Dragons don't exactly take kindly to visitors."

"We don't have a choice," Harry said firmly. "If magic is dying, they'll be affected just like everyone else. They need to know what's coming."

Luna's eyes were wide with awe as she gazed up at the craggy cliffs, her voice soft. "They'll listen. Dragons are ancient, wise creatures. They understand the balance of magic better than anyone."

Harry nodded, feeling the weight of her words. They had already reached out to nearly every magical being, but the dragons—intelligent, powerful, and fiercely independent—were the key. If they agreed to join them in Zenithara, it would show every other creature in the magical world that this was the right path.

"Let's do this," Harry said, gripping his wand tightly as he led the way up the steep path.

The Dragons' Lair

The climb was treacherous, the cold air biting at their skin as they made their way higher up the mountain. After what felt like hours, they reached the entrance of a massive cave. The mouth of the lair was lined with ancient runes, glowing faintly with protective magic. As they approached, a deep rumble echoed from within, followed by the unmistakable sound of heavy, beating wings.

Luna's breath hitched slightly as the ground trembled beneath them. "They're coming."

Harry raised his hand, signaling for Draco and Luna to stay calm. A moment later, a great shadow filled the entrance of the cave, and from the darkness, the largest dragon Harry had ever seen emerged.

Its scales shimmered with a deep emerald sheen, and its eyes—intelligent and sharp—glinted as it regarded the three wizards before it. The dragon's wings spread wide, sending a gust of wind across the mountain, and it lowered its massive head until it was level with Harry.

"You have come to disturb us, young wizard," the dragon rumbled, its voice echoing in Harry's mind. "For what reason?"

Harry met the dragon's gaze steadily, refusing to show fear. "I've come to offer you and your kind a chance to survive. The magic of this world is dying—slowly, but surely. You must feel it."

The dragon's eyes narrowed, and behind him, the sound of more wings could be heard as other dragons gathered at the entrance of the cave.

"We are aware of the change in the winds," the dragon said, its voice thoughtful. "But what would you, a human wizard, propose?"

Harry reached into his cloak and pulled out one of the portkey coins, holding it up for the dragon to see. "There is another world. A galaxy called Zenithara. It's a place where magic still thrives, untouched by the decay here. We've been gathering magical creatures from all over the world to join us there—and we want the dragons to come as well."

The dragon's gaze shifted to the coin, its eyes gleaming with curiosity. "You offer us a new home."

"Yes," Harry said, stepping forward. "We can't rebuild without you. The dragons have always been part of the balance of magic. If you join us, it will be a sign to all creatures that Zenithara is the future."