Charlotte woke with a start as the piercing sound of sirens echoed through her small bedroom. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled to turn off the alarm clock, only to realize that the sound was not coming from there. She threw off her blankets and stumbled towards the window, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside.

As she drew back the curtains, her stomach dropped. The streets below were awash with chaos; people were running in all directions, carrying their belongings and desperately searching for safety. Smoke billowed from buildings, and the distant sound of gunfire filled the air. The reality sank in – her country was being invaded.

Fear gripped Charlotte's heart as she quickly dressed in the only clothes she could find, her hands trembling as she put on her shoes. She dashed downstairs to find her parents already huddled around the radio, their faces pale and anxious.

"What's happening?" Charlotte asked urgently.

Her father turned to her, his voice quivering. She never had seen him scared before. "Charlotte, our country is under attack. They're saying the enemy has breached our borders. We need to leave, and we need to leave now."

Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she glanced around the room, filled with the memories and comforts of her childhood. Leaving everything behind seemed unimaginable, She thought everything, she thought about Harry.

Oh, Harry

Where are you when she needs you the most.

Her 'mother' grabbed her hand. "Charlotte, pack only what is essential. We have to go to the shelter; it's the safest place for us right now."

Charlotte nodded. She quickly grabbed a small bag and filled it with some clothes, a few photographs, and a cherished stuffed animal she had since she was a child. As her hands moved mechanically, her mind raced with worries about him, her neighbors, and the home she knew so well.

Outside, the noise intensified, and Charlotte clung tightly to her herself as they made their way through the chaotic streets. Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the chaos, and they turned to see their elderly neighbor, Mrs. Johnson, struggling with her walker.

"Mrs. Johnson, what are you doing out here? It's not safe!" Charlotte cried.

Mrs. Johnson clasped Charlotte's hand tightly, her elderly eyes filled with fear. "I couldn't leave my home without saying goodbye to it, dear. It's been my sanctuary for fifty years."

Tears streamed down Charlotte's face, mirroring Mrs. Johnson's sorrow. "Come with us, Mrs. Johnson. We will keep you safe."

With trembling hands, they helped Mrs. Johnson into their car, her frail body buckled in amongst their hastily packed belongings. The drive to the shelter was one filled with tense silence and the distant sounds of destruction.

Upon their arrival at the shelter, they were greeted by other displaced families who clung together, sharing their worries and fears. Charlotte found solace in the presence of these strangers bound by a common enemy. They spoke of lost homes, loved ones still missing, and a longing for the safety and peace they once knew.

As the deafening sound of explosions reverberated through the city, Charlotte's heart raced with fear. Buildings crumbled around her, leaving behind a trail of chaos and destruction. She desperately hoped for her friend Harry's safety amid the relentless attack.

In the midst of the chaos, Charlotte's mind traveled back to the days filled with laughter, shared secrets, and countless moments of joy with Harry. She anxiously clutched the letters he had sent her, seeking solace in his words of assurance.

With trembling hands, she opened the first envelope, her eyes scanning the elegant scrawl on the paper. Harry's voice echoed within her, "My dearest Charlotte, I know this is a time of turmoil, but rest assured that I will do everything in my power to stay and keep you safe. We will get through this together, just like we always have."

Tears streamed down Charlotte's face as she read through each of Harry's letters, his unwavering determination seeping through every word. She imagined his voice speaking to her, "Remember, Charlotte, we are stronger than any obstacle. We will rebuild and create a city even more breathtaking than before."

As the letters continued to give her hope, Charlotte clung to Harry's promises, finding strength in their unwavering friendship. Despite the uncertainty that surrounded her, she knew in her heart that Harry's love and support would guide her through the darkest of times.

The young woman with a heart full of worry, stood by her window, gazing at the destruction that unfolded before her eyes. Her thoughts were only  turned to her dear friend, Harry. It been two weeks since the war happened and Harry is the only person who occupied her mind and thoughts. She still hasn't seen him. The situation is too dangerous for everyone, even for wizards.

Therefore, he is only allowed to leave the haven in order to fight the enemy

"Please, let him be safe," she whispered, as tears welled up in her eyes. She knew he is safe in his home, Hogwarts, but she prays God every day for Harry to return to her safe.

Just then, a familiar sound broke through the cacophony of destruction. It was his owl, Harry's owl, Hedwig delivering his mail. Charlotte rushed downstairs, desperate for any news from Harry. With trembling hands, she sorted through the letters, hoping and praying that one of them would be good new.

Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed an envelope with Harry's handwriting. She quickly tore it open and began to read.

"My dearest Charlotte," the letter began, "I hope this letter finds you well amidst all the chaos that has befallen our beloved city. Please know that I am safe, though the battles have been fierce. The enemy grows stronger each day, but so does our resilience. We will not surrender."

Relief washed over Charlotte as she continued to read Harry's words. He detailed the challenging conditions they faced,

"But fear not, my dearest," the letter continued, "for I shall return to you. Hold onto hope, like a beacon in the darkest of nights. Our friendship will guide me back to safety, back to your arms."

Tears streamed down Charlotte's face, the warmth of Harry's words wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. It was as if he were right there beside her, offering reassurance and courage. She clung onto every word, finding solace in their love and determination.

Days turned into weeks, and the attacks on the city intensified. Charlotte's worry grew with each passing day, her heart constantly heavy with fear for Harry's safety. But through it all, the letters from Harry arrived without fail, a lifeline in the midst of despair.

Charlotte felt an overwhelming need to address Harry's worries, to provide the same reassurance he had given her. With renewed determination, she picked up her pen and began to write.

"My dearest Harry," Charlotte's reply started, her voice filled with a mixture of love and concern. "Your letter brought me immense relief, knowing that you have found refuge away from the chaos of the city. You have always been a resilient soul, but please remember to take care of yourself amidst these trying times."

She went on, sharing stories of how Arcadia was struggling to survive under the constant onslaught of the enemy. She told him about the valiant efforts of the remaining citizens, banding together to protect their home. Though her words were filled with hope, the weariness behind them was evident.

His words became her source of strength, helping her find the courage to endure the darkness that had befallen their city. His reassurances, whispered through the ink on the parchment, reminded her that love could triumph over even the greatest adversity.

One stormy evening, as the sound of explosions echoed in the distance, Charlotte received a letter that bore a sense of urgency. She tore it open, hands trembling, and read with bated breath.

"My dearest Charlotte," the letter began, "the tides of battle have turned, and victory might be within our reach. We shall push back the enemy forces, and soon, our city will be free. Hold on, dear, for I am coming home to you."

A smile spread across Charlotte's face, lighting up the room in a way that the bombs and darkness outside could not. She knew that their love had grown stronger amidst the chaos, and it would carry them through until they were reunited.