The Journey to Astaria
The final pieces were in place. Harry had spent months preparing for the exodus to Astaria—the magical world's last hope for survival. Supplies were packed, the magical community was united, and the time had come to make the journey. But until recently, the one thing Harry hadn't found was the spell that would actually transport them to this new planet. Then, deep within the ancient texts from Gringotts, he discovered it: the Temperal World Call.
The spell was powerful, ancient, and complex—magic that required more than just a wave of a wand. It was a ritual, one that had to be performed at a place where the boundaries between worlds were thin. The location needed to be steeped in ancient magic, a site where ley lines converged and time itself could be bent.
That place was Stonehenge.
On the morning of the journey, Harry gathered the leaders and the magical beings who had committed to leaving Earth. The plan had been carefully communicated, and now they were all ready. Thousands of witches, wizards, and magical creatures began arriving at Stonehenge in groups, their belongings packed in magically expanded trunks. The towering stones stood like sentinels, humming with energy as if they had been waiting for this moment for centuries.
The air was thick with anticipation as Harry led the procession into the heart of the stone circle. Around him were the leaders—Draco, Luna, Neville, the Weasley twins, and others—along with the heads of the magical creatures: Lucius Drach for the vampires, Firenze for the centaurs, Sorina for the veela, and the Goblin Lord himself. The merpeople, represented by a shimmering medallion, watched through a magical projection. Tension and excitement filled the air, the moment drawing near.
"This is it," Harry said quietly to those closest to him. "We're about to make history."
He stepped forward, unrolling the parchment that held the spell. The Temperal World Call was no ordinary spell. It required the magic of multiple wizards and witches, combined with the energy of Stonehenge, to create a portal large and stable enough to transport everyone to Astaria. The ley lines converging at this site would fuel the magic, and the ancient stones would act as anchors, holding the spell in place as it bridged the gap between worlds.
Harry took his place in the center of the stone circle, motioning for the leaders to join him. Wands raised, they formed a circle around the stones, their magic ready to combine.
Harry raised his wand and began chanting the incantation: "Tempora Mundi Vocans!"
The others joined in, their voices weaving together in a chorus of power as they repeated the ancient words. The ground beneath their feet began to hum with energy, and a soft glow spread from the base of the stones, growing brighter with each second. The ley lines pulsed beneath them, feeding the spell as the magical energy swirled upward, forming a dome of light above them.
The sky darkened, and the air crackled with power as the spell took hold. The swirling magic formed a portal, shimmering with vibrant colors—purple, blue, and gold—casting an ethereal glow over the entire group. The portal began to expand, growing larger and more defined as the magic intensified.
Harry's voice rose, the final words of the spell echoing through the stones: "Ex Terra, in Aeternum, Astaria vocamus!" (From Earth, forever, we call upon Astaria!)
With a final surge of power, the portal burst open, a swirling vortex of light and energy filling the stone circle. For a moment, everything was still. Then, with a blinding flash, the portal expanded outward, enveloping the entire group.
When the light faded, they were no longer at Stonehenge.
They had arrived on Astaria.
The first thing Harry noticed was the air. It was fresh, cool, and filled with the unmistakable hum of magic. He opened his eyes and looked around. They stood in the middle of a vast green plain, stretching as far as the eye could see. In the distance, towering mountains framed the horizon, their peaks covered in snow. Rivers wound their way through the landscape, glinting in the sunlight, and forests dotted the terrain, thick with trees and wildlife.
The sky above them was a brilliant shade of blue, with strange, iridescent clouds floating lazily overhead. The entire planet seemed alive with magic—pulsing, vibrant, and untouched by the decay they had left behind on Earth.
For a moment, there was complete silence as the group took in the beauty and strangeness of their new home. Then, slowly, the murmurs began—whispers of awe and wonder as they realized they had truly arrived.
Luna was the first to speak. "It's... even more beautiful than I imagined," she said softly, her eyes wide with wonder.
Neville nodded, his gaze sweeping over the landscape. "It's like... everything is alive here."
Harry felt a surge of relief. They had done it. They had left Earth, crossed the boundaries between worlds, and arrived on Astaria. But now, the real work began.
"Alright," Harry said, turning to the leaders. "We need to set up camp. Let's get the tents organized and make sure everyone has a place to stay for now. Tomorrow, we'll start exploring."
The group quickly got to work, each leader directing their people to unpack the magical tents that Harry had prepared. The tents were enchanted, capable of expanding to fit entire families and designed for comfort. They quickly formed a makeshift camp, creating a temporary settlement where everyone could rest after the long journey.
The vampires set up their own section of the camp, using tents charmed to block out the sunlight. The centaurs and goblins formed their own clusters, while the witches, wizards, and other magical creatures found their places.
Harry watched as the camp began to take shape. The first tents went up easily, their occupants using magic to expand and furnish them with beds, tables, and other essentials. By nightfall, the camp was a bustling settlement, filled with the soft glow of magical lights and the quiet hum of conversations.
As the last of the tents were set up, Harry stood on a hill overlooking the camp, gazing out at the endless landscape of Astaria. This was only the beginning. They had left behind a dying world, and now they stood on the edge of a new one—filled with endless possibilities, new challenges, and, above all, hope.
Tomorrow, they would begin exploring. Tomorrow, they would start building their new home.
But tonight, as the stars of Astaria twinkled overhead, Harry allowed himself a moment of peace.
They had made it.
Astaria was their new beginning.