Harry Potter and the Deep Freeze

A Helping Hand

The frost stretched across the world, relentless and merciless. Outside the dome, sanctuaries fought to survive, their supplies dwindling as the freeze pressed harder. Messages flooded the Memory Keeper network—calls for help from places where crops had failed and resources were stretched thin.

Harry stood in the Great Hall, a message clutched in his hand. The leaders of a European sanctuary had written, their plea urgent: "Our stores are almost gone. We need food to make it through the month. Please help us."

Harry turned to his team, resolve hardening in his chest. "We're sending aid. Food, supplies, and something extra—the capturing mirrors. If we can help them monitor their environments and protect their people, it could save lives."

The Packaging Process

The sanctuary sprang into action. Workers filled the processing buildings near the lakes and fields, their focus sharp as they prepared the shipments.

In the orchard, volunteers plucked apples, oranges, grapefruits, and lemons from the trees. Each fruit was sorted, cleaned with quick flicks of wands, and packed into enchanted crates that preserved freshness for weeks.

Neville oversaw the grain storage, where teams bagged corn, wheat, and barley. The sacks were charmed to resist moisture and reinforced with lightweight spells for easy transport.

Draco managed the fish processing, his expression cool but efficient as enchanted knives filleted fish and workers wrapped them in protective charms.

"Keep the sizes consistent," Draco instructed, inspecting a crate. "We want them ready to cook as soon as they arrive."

In the packaging buildings, Fred and George directed the assembly lines, their energy keeping the workers motivated.

"Wrap those lemons tighter!" Fred called out.

"And don't forget the cooling charms for the fish," George added, flicking his wand to demonstrate.

The Capturing Mirrors

In a quiet corner of the processing area, Luna supervised the preparation of the capturing mirrors. Each device was carefully recreated by Harry's team, its sleek surface shimmering with the same magic as the original.

Luna attached a scroll to each mirror, the directions written in clear, flowing script:

1. Tap the mirror twice to activate.
2. Aim it toward the area you wish to observe.
3. The mirror will record and preserve visuals for later study.

"These mirrors will do more than just observe," Luna said to Harry as she worked. "They'll give people hope. They'll show them that they're not alone."

Harry nodded, his gaze steady. "Hope is as important as food right now."

Shipping the Supplies

When the shipments were ready, volunteers gathered in the transportation hub near the gatehouse. Magical containers filled the space, each labeled with its destination.

Percy stood at the center of the operation, clipboard in hand. "You'll apparate directly to the sanctuaries. Confirm receipt with their leaders and return immediately. The frost is dangerous—don't linger."

The volunteers nodded, determination in their eyes. One by one, they vanished with the shipments, their magic rippling through the air as they transported food and supplies to those in need.

Reactions Across the World

In a sanctuary deep in northern Europe, a weary leader named Erik greeted the first shipment. His hands trembled as he opened a crate, revealing apples and sacks of grain.

"This is... more than we hoped for," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We can feed everyone now."

The capturing mirror was the next item Erik found. He unfolded the scroll and activated the device, watching in awe as the shimmering surface displayed its surroundings.

"This will help us monitor the frost," he said. "Tell Harry Potter and his sanctuary—we owe them everything."

In South America, Sofia, the leader of a sanctuary hidden in the Andes, unpacked her shipment with her people gathered around. They gasped at the fresh fruit and grains, their cheers echoing through the mountains.

Sofia held up the capturing mirror, her smile bittersweet. "With this, we can watch the frost without risking lives. Thank you, Harry Potter."

In Asia, Zhang Yi received his shipment with quiet gratitude. As he inspected the food and activated the mirror, he sent a message through the Memory Keeper network: "Your gifts are a beacon of hope. We will use them wisely. Thank you."

A Sanctuary's Gratitude

By evening, the volunteers returned to the dome, their faces tired but triumphant. They gathered in the Great Hall to share the messages of gratitude they had received.

"They were so thankful," one volunteer said. "Some of them hadn't seen fresh fruit in months."

"And the capturing mirrors—they couldn't believe it," another added. "It's going to change how they prepare for the frost."

Harry listened, a quiet sense of pride and relief filling him. The sanctuary had done something incredible—not just for themselves, but for others.

As the sanctuary settled for the night, Harry stood near the edge of the dome, gazing out at the frozen world beyond.

"The frost hasn't won," he said softly, more to himself than anyone else.

Luna appeared beside him, her voice calm. "It never will, as long as we stand together."

Harry nodded, her words resonating deeply. Together, they had given others a chance to survive—and in doing so, they had strengthened their own hope.

The dome shimmered faintly under the stars, its light a promise of resilience and unity in a world of ice.