Where are you now?

That was the question that ran through the mind of the young witch. Her delicate fingers punched the buttons on the Muggle sound device. He had shown it to her, calling it a "boom box."

When she received it and learned of the name, she had half expected it to blow up as some sort of physical comedy to cheer her up, but rather than blow up, she was delighted by the symphony of sound.

"I doubt Voldemort even knows about these things. He's too up his own arse in wizard domination to ever consider a Muggle device worthy of being used for communication," he had explained before leaving. "You can tune to any radio station by turning the dial, and you can press the 'record' button on the boom box to have the song from the radio be transmitted to the cassette."

"Sort of like a binding charm?" Her eyes were wide with surprise at the way Muggles compensated for their lack of magical skills. He nodded, eliciting a wide grin. And then, after a quick kiss to her forehead, Harry Potter had walked out of her bedroom and into the unknown.

But now, months had passed with no word from the person she cared most deeply for. In her own prison, hushed from snooping ears by a silencing charm, she traced the tracks from start to finish, allowing for pauses in between, while trying to avoid those incessant Muggle disc jockeys that always seemed to interrupt at the worst times. Sometimes, the perfect cut would be met by one of these interruptions, requiring her to wait for the song to be played again. But time was the one thing she had.

It became her daily routine, this swimming through the stereo. She had managed to procure several more blank cassettes, and had even set about rearranging the order of the songs. The task gave her purpose; the music gave her strength. Day after day, she made it her duty all while wondering, "Where are you now?" And on this day, she allowed her mind to wander. She reached into one of her pockets and unfurled a piece of parchment.

He had left it for her when he "broke into her house" in the summer. Of course, that's what he had called it. She was sure he had permission to create this adventure for her rather than an actual home invasion. It wasn't as simple as finding the letter, either. She retraced every step he made, from the fields outside Ottery St. Catchpole, all the way to her attic ceiling. She found it there, hiding in plain sight.

My love,

I wrote this for you so that when the difficult times come, you can at least read this and know that at this very moment, I am safe. I'm safe because I'm with you. The time I spend with you is when I'm truly happiest.

I promise you that I will come back for you. Just give me some time to have this whole 'save the wizarding world' thing blow over, okay? Please be safe. I know you can hold your own. We'll see each other soon.

With all my love,
Harry

She hugged the letter to her chest before tucking it safely away once more. She returned to the boom box, the letter recharging her inspiration to create. But before she could begin to tune the radio, she heard commotion outside the door. She leapt back, lifting the boom box as carefully as she could muster, and setting it out of the field of vision. The door opened.

Loud cries rang out against the walls. A shouted name was muffled to those upstairs by the silencing charm.

Her voice came in a shocked whisper. "Harry? Ron?"

"… Luna?"

And for the first time in months, despite the dire circumstances, Luna Lovegood was able to smile. "Yes, it's me!"