Harry Potter: The Last Exodus

The Final Preparations

The streets of Diagon Alley were bustling with the usual chatter of witches and wizards going about their business, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. Today, his task was monumental, and as he made his way toward the small trunk shop at the far end of the alley, the enormity of what they were about to undertake weighed heavily on his mind.

The bell above the door jingled softly as Harry entered the shop. The familiar scent of old leather and wood greeted him, the trunks stacked high on shelves along every wall. The shopkeeper, the same older wizard who had helped Harry weeks ago, was sitting behind the counter, looking up from a ledger with an expression of mild curiosity.

"Back again, Mr. Potter?" the shopkeeper asked, standing up slowly. "You bought quite a few trunks last time. What can I help you with today?"

Harry smiled, though his face was serious. "I need more trunks."

The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow. "How many?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Seven hundred million."

The shopkeeper blinked, his quill slipping from his fingers as he stared at Harry in stunned silence. "Seven hundred... million trunks?" he repeated, as though unsure if he had heard correctly.

"Yes," Harry said calmly, pulling out one of the Gringotts cards tied to his vault. "I need them for everyone who's coming with us. Magical creatures, wizards, beings from all over the world—they'll need a place to store their belongings when we go."

The shopkeeper stood there, speechless for a moment, his eyes wide. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, he nodded slowly and began scribbling notes in his ledger. "It'll take some time, of course," he muttered, clearly still trying to wrap his head around the sheer number of trunks. "But we can make it happen. You'll need expanding trunks for storage, I assume?"

"Yes," Harry replied. "Each one enchanted with limitless space inside. Everyone needs to be able to bring what they need with them."

The shopkeeper nodded and gave a low whistle. "This is... well, this is certainly the biggest order I've ever had. But if it's you asking, Mr. Potter, I'll make sure everything is ready as quickly as possible."

Harry handed over the Gringotts card, and the shopkeeper took it with trembling hands, still processing the size of the order.

"We'll start production immediately," the shopkeeper promised, a bit of awe creeping into his voice. "Give us a few days, and the trunks will be ready."

Harry nodded, grateful that the shopkeeper understood the urgency of the situation. "Thank you. We'll pick them up when they're ready."

With the massive order placed, Harry left the shop, the weight of the moment settling over him again. Everything was coming together, but there were still details to prepare before the final gathering. He quickly made his way back to 12 Grimmauld Place, knowing that time was running out.

Back at Grimmauld Place – The Library

The familiar creak of the front door echoed through the quiet halls of 12 Grimmauld Place as Harry entered, his mind already focused on the tasks ahead. The house, which had once felt dark and oppressive, now buzzed with purpose. The preparations for the journey to Zenithara had filled its once-empty rooms with life.

Harry made his way up the stairs to the library, the heart of their planning. Books, maps, and ancient scrolls were spread across the large table in the center of the room, and stacks of parchment covered in notes were scattered about. This was where everything had begun—the discovery of Zenithara, the ritual that would take them there, and the detailed plans for the future they were about to build.

But now, Harry needed to make sure everything was in place. The trunks, once ready, would need to be distributed to each magical being and wizarding community. The portkey coins were set to bring everyone to Hogwarts' Great Hall for the final gathering, and the ritual needed to be prepared down to the last detail.

Harry stood at the table, surveying the items they had collected. He carefully laid out the plans for the ritual, studying the ancient symbols and words that would need to be spoken. It was powerful magic—old, dangerous magic—but he trusted that they would be able to perform it successfully.

He spent hours meticulously going over every detail, ensuring that nothing was overlooked. From the moment the trunks were delivered to when the magical creatures and wizards would arrive at Hogwarts, to the steps of the ritual that would take them all to Zenithara, Harry left nothing to chance. Everything had to be perfect. This wasn't just about their survival; it was about the future of magic itself.

As the day wore on, Harry paused to glance out the window. The sky was beginning to darken, and a sense of calm settled over him. They were almost ready. Everyone had played their part, and soon, they would leave this world behind for a new beginning. A world where magic was alive, vibrant, and untamed.

Taking one last look at the holographic map of Zenithara floating above the ancient book, Harry allowed himself a small smile. It was all coming together. They were ready.