Harry Potter: The Last Exodus

The Ritual at Stonehenge

Harry paced the floor of 12 Grimmauld Place, his mind racing with the final details of the ritual. He had gathered the magical ingredients, secured the trunks, and coordinated with the leaders and creatures from across the globe. Yet, something was still missing. The location. The place where they would conduct the most powerful ritual in magical history—a ritual to transport the entire magical population to Mirithis.

Suddenly, it struck him. Stonehenge. The ancient stone circle had long been a place of mysterious magical energy. Its ley lines and ancient magic made it the perfect focal point for a ritual of this magnitude.

Without wasting a second, Harry conjured a quill and parchment, quickly drafting a letter to every leader involved in the migration.

The Letter to the Leaders

"Leaders of the Magical World,

The time has come for our great journey to Mirithis. The ritual will be performed at Stonehenge—a site of immense magical power. I ask that you and your people gather there tomorrow evening. The ritual requires us to work together, and Stonehenge's ancient magic will amplify the spell.

Please ensure your people bring all their belongings and trunks. When you arrive, find a place within or around the stone circle. We will form a magical connection when the time is right.

This will be our new beginning.

—Harry Potter"

After folding the letters, Harry cast an ancient spell to send them directly to each leader, magical flames carrying them across the globe in an instant. The task done, Harry turned to the Russo siblings, who had been helping him with preparations all day.

"I've sent the message. Now it's time for you all to gather your things," Harry said, looking at Alex, Justin, and Max.

Alex nodded. "We'll be quick. We'll grab everything and meet you right back here."

With a flash of light, the Russos disappeared through their portal, heading back to New York to retrieve their belongings.

Harry, now alone for the moment, breathed deeply, feeling the weight of everything he had worked toward. He couldn't afford to forget anything, not now. He made his way to his room, methodically shrinking each of his trunks until they were small enough to fit in his enchanted backpack. Every Pet Trunk, Food Trunk, and the personal items he had packed from Grimmauld Place were securely stored.

Then, he reached for one last trunk. It held all the notes, discussions, and plans from the many meetings he had hosted—everything about Mirithis, the planets, the continents, and the government they would establish. It was the very heart of their future. He opened it one more time, carefully flipping through the pages. The information was all there—every decision, every detail. A sigh of relief escaped him.

Satisfied, Harry shrunk the trunk and placed it securely in his backpack.

Final Preparations

By the time the Russos returned, Harry was already packed and ready. Alex, Justin, and Max appeared in the living room, each carrying their own shrunken trunks filled with their belongings from the Waverly Sub Station and their family home.

"We've got everything," Justin said, his voice steady but tinged with excitement.

"Good," Harry replied. "We're all set. Everything's in place."

Harry felt the weight of the backpack on his shoulders—inside it were not just his belongings, but the future of the magical world. The spell, the trunks, the memories, and the documents—all carefully packed and waiting for the moment they would leave Earth behind.

Arrival at Stonehenge

With a deep breath, Harry, the Russos, and their belongings apparated to the mystical site of Stonehenge. The moment they arrived, Harry was struck by the sheer size of the crowd. Practically every magical being in the world had gathered. The sky above was a deep twilight, with the first stars of the evening twinkling faintly. Stonehenge stood like a silent guardian, its ancient stones humming with a power that was palpable.

The scene was overwhelming. Thousands upon thousands of witches, wizards, and magical creatures crowded the fields around Stonehenge. Owls swooped through the air, magical beasts roamed freely, and the leaders of every magical culture stood in awe of the ancient site. The energy in the air was electric, charged with anticipation.

Harry walked toward the center of Stonehenge, the sound of murmuring voices quieting as he passed through the crowd. The ancient stones loomed tall above him, radiating raw magical power. It was exactly as he had hoped—this place, filled with centuries of magic, would be perfect.

As Harry stood at the very center of the stone circle, he looked out at the sea of faces—leaders, creatures, and magical beings from every corner of the Earth. The sight was humbling.

He raised his wand to amplify his voice and addressed the crowd.

"Friends, leaders, magical beings from across the world," he began, his voice echoing around the circle. "Tonight, we make history. We stand on the edge of a new beginning—a journey to a world where magic lives, where we can rebuild and thrive."

He gestured to the ancient stones surrounding them. "Stonehenge has stood for centuries, filled with ancient magic. It will be the heart of our ritual, amplifying our magic and carrying us to Mirithis. But this will only work if we stand united."

Harry stepped back slightly, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"I ask all of you to gather in a circle, in and around Stonehenge. Wizards, witches, creatures—everyone must join hands or connect in some way. Our combined magic will fuel this spell."

Slowly but surely, the crowd began to form a massive circle, spreading out beyond the stone circle itself. The leaders moved first—Lord Gringold of the goblins, Thaldrin the dragon leader, Lord Valon the vampire, Draven the werewolf, and others—each guiding their people to their places around the stones. Alex, Justin, and Max took their places next to Harry, hands clasped, their eyes filled with anticipation.

As the crowd settled into position, the energy in the air shifted. The magic of Stonehenge hummed louder, feeding off the anticipation of the ritual that was about to begin. Harry stood at the center, his heart pounding with the weight of what was to come. This was it—the moment that would decide the fate of the magical world.

The stones seemed to glow faintly under the dim light, and the stars above twinkled as if they, too, were waiting.

Harry took one last deep breath, his hand tightening around his wand.

"We're ready," he whispered to himself, though the weight of what they were about to do pressed down on him. The spell was perfect. The preparation was done.

But even with all his confidence, the magnitude of the ritual left him breathless. He stood still, watching as the final connections were made, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

Cliffhanger.