In the night of Christmas Eve on 1959, a loud knock was heard and the house elf, Dinky, answered the door only to see that a small basket was in front. He took it to his Mistress, Euphemia Potter, who sat on a red couch in the drawing room in front of the fireplace supervising the house elves who are decorating the whole house and setting up the Christmas Tree.

"Mistress, Dinky found a basket." Dinky walked towards his Lady and gave her the basket.

"Thank you, Dinky. I'd like a cup of hot cocoa." Euphemia smiled at the house elf and it blushed then popped out of the room.

It was a wicker basket made of mahogany which emanated a powerful magical aura and some dark magic. For it was only to be given to the House of Potter. Should anyone else have touched it, boils and broken bones would have met them. A small green and silver checkered handkerchief was tied to the handle and several letters were put in it with the Crest of the House of Black sealed each envelope.

Euphemia felt the dark and powerful aura and thought twice of touching it but she also felt like it was beckoning her to read one of the letters.

She picked up the envelope on top of the stack and opened it,

Dear Lord and Lady Potter,

I deeply apologize for the possible curses and consequences given to those who are not from your family. It is essential that it these letters must only be seen by your eyes.

You'd think I'm mad to send this to you during these dark times but I must have you on my side for me to complete my mission.

My name is Altair Morgana Black, granddaughter of Walburga Black. I am from the year 1998 and I know the fate of your children. They will face tragedy, heartache and loss but do not worry, your grandchild is safe...

Euphemia gasped and almost dropped the letter. It's completely impossible. Time travel? No one had ever survived travelling this far back! A grandson, too. Will we still be alive to see him grow up?

...I have planned this mission along with a close friend of mine. She was (re)born to my house. I can not tell you all the details of our plans but, know this, no harm will come to your family as long as I complete my mission.

One of the children you are carrying is me..

Euphemia looked down at her protruding belly and held it protectively. How powerful is this child to do such complex spells? She dropped the letter back to the basket for she can not read it anymore else she'll throw it in the fireplace. She startled when a loud pop sounded in front of her. Dinky, arrived with her hot chocolate and looked worried for his Mistress.

"Dinky has made Mistress sad. Bad Dinky! Dinky has failed in taking care of Mistress!" Dinky stepped back and started hitting himself.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Fleamont arrived at the Potter Manor's drawing room to see one of his house elves hitting himself and his wife shaking.

He rushed to Euphemia and turned to where she was staring at fearfully.

A basket with the Slytherin house colours?

"What is the meaning of this? What is it you fear, my love?" Fleamont asked and hugged his wife.

Euphemia hugged him back and pointed picked up the letter and gave it to Fleamont.

"Read it. It's completely impossible!" Euphemia's voice cracked and she began to mumble, "Not my child. Anyone else but my child."

Fleamont started reading it and pulled his wife close for every word he read.

One of the children you are carrying is me. My fate in this timeline is not what any parent would want for their child. I can not go back for I have no one to go back to. My family is gone. My brother has died and I have seen more bloodshed to last me multiple lifetimes.

Fleamont crumpled the side of the letter and felt fear bubbling in the depths of his heart but he continued to read,

If my calculations are right and no harm will come to us in our journey through time, my friend and I will retain our memories of this life. The war against the Dark Lord has began in your time. The war of two men will raze the Wizarding world. For us to save what we have lost, we have taken this risk.

This basket contains the letters I have written for my future self in your time, a letter for your first-born, a letter for Dumbledore should you wish to inform him of this. Some of these letters will not open until certain years of her life. Believe me, if there was another way to save everyone, we would have done that instead of risking your lives and your children's lives.

I only ask that when I grow up, knowing that I am not supposed to exist in your time, to treat me as you would your real child. I hope that you would let me keep my name and for you to guide me out of the darkness.

Sincerely,

Morgan Black, Order of Merlin First Class

P.S: Dumbledore is not the kind of man you believe him to be.