Euphemia Potter slowly opened her eyes for the third time the morning of October 31, 1980. A dejected sigh left her lips, yet another day without her beloved husband, another day without her baby boy, or her daughter-in-law. Last she heard, they were expecting a child, she was to be a grandmother, or perhaps already is. Nevertheless, she stayed in the ancestral home of the Potter family, alone, with nothing but a post owl sending her the local news every morning. Another attack from the Dark Lord, mass panic everywhere, and another prominent family dead.

"When will this terror end? When will the senseless violence finally stop? All this because a man wanted to spread the message of blood purity, what a joke…" Euphemia scoffed, throwing the paper into the fireplace.

She got up from her bed, and made her way into the foyer, she looked around the many photos of previous lords and ladies of Potter.

"Oh Jamie, I wonder what you and Lily are up to, hopefully, you aren't causing too much trouble, and giving your lovely wife too many headaches."

Suddenly, she heard a light tapping on the window pane a few feet away from her, she saw a rather adorable brown owl she didn't recognize, "Oh hello, little one," she greeted with a small smile as she made to open the window. "What brings you here?" She asked politely, opening the window at long last, only for the small owl to drop the letter supposedly intended for her, onto the ground.

She picked it up, opened the envelope, and unfolded the letter, "Dear Euphemia, I don't know if this letter will ever reach you, or if you're even alive at all, Dragonpox, is a truly horrible pain I do not wish to inflict on my worst enemy, I'm getting sidetracked, it's me, Minerva, I don't know what more to say other than, James and Lily are safe, well, as the first one can be. They have a son, his name is Harry, Harry James Potter, he looks adorable, almost reminds me of my dear Drew, he seems to be very bright, a little chaotic, but that's to be expected it comes to a Potter Child, no?"

Euphemia let out a sigh of exasperation, she knew exactly what Potter boys were like. Regardless, she continued with the letter, "I don't even know why I am writing this, maybe it's a bit of catharsis; maybe I've finally lost my mind. Still, I just thought I would let you know that your boy and your daughter-in-law are still perfectly fine, if anything they accustomed themselves to being isolated rather quickly, which is surprising considering how rambunctious James can get. They both send their regards by the way, and Sirius too. Heaven forbid he doesn't get mentioned in the letter meant for his true mother." The lady Potter let out a small laugh, that was most definitely her Dog Star. So, she had a grandson named Harry, not the most unique name but something she could work with. She tilted her head to look at the post owl, and asked, "Many apologies noble owl, but could you please wait here for a moment? These bones don't move like they used to."

The nocturnal bird gave a small hoot in response, with the closest thing to a nod she had ever seen.

"Thank you, I'll be right back," she said with a gracious smile before walking out of the foyer to retrieve the parchment. When she returned, she inked her quill and replied, "Hello Minerva, as you can see by my letter, I am not dead, however, I feel like I am walking with cement shoes. My poor Monty has passed on to the next life. Each day without him feels empty, quite frankly. I'm glad James and Lily are fine. Harry, huh? A respectable name. If you can, tell my boys to send me a letter, and please tell me James isn't already trying to have his son on a broomstick. Knowing how much of a fanatic he is, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. This illness won't get rid of me that quickly, I'll find a way to beat it and spend some quality time with my boys, I can promise you that!"

With that, she gave the letter to the owl and stared out the window for a solid thirty minutes before going back to bed.

The next morning, the same owl approached the foyer window pane, with Euphemia eagerly waiting for a response from the deputy headmistress. "Hello again dear friend, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

The owl gave a short click in response, once more dropping the letter on her person. "You know, it's rather rude to just drop a person's mail on top of them, correct?" She asked with a small grin.

The owl just looked at her, not caring, as if she had delivered one too many packages that morning.

Euphemia of course did not take too kindly to that, and said, "I guess you're not in a talking mood, did they wake you up too early?"

The animal gave the closest thing it could to a nod.

"Well, that explains it, how about I get you some treats before I read this letter? Would that lift your spirits?"

An enthusiastic hoot was her only reply. "Well, I guess that answers that question, give me a few moments, like I said last night, I am getting old."

After going into the kitchen and retrieving some treats, she finally opened a letter from Minnie, "Oh thank heavens you're still alive, I thought you were gone with your husband, I'm sorry, that was insensitive, no sense in starting a new letter anyways, your boys are fine, James and Lily are eager to send you some letters, and photos if I remember correctly. Young Mr Black is currently showing Harry his Padfoot form. But I digress, today your boys have sent many gifts. My apologies but I can't tell you what they are. Enjoy!"

Euphemia chuckled slightly. A few moments passed by as another owl approached the window sill, a beautiful barn owl landed right next to the first. "Am I to assume you're holding a letter from one of my boys?" She asked the second owl. A sharp bark and a lift of its right leg was her reply.

The Potter matriarch was about to reach for the letter until it ripped itself open and formed into a mouth and her second son's voice projected loudly, "Hi mum! It's me! Your favourite child; Sirius! In this Howler is a photograph of Harry minutes after he was born, it's crazy to think I have a nephew! Sorry about dad, I wish I could be there personally, but there's still a lot of work to be done. As soon as you're feeling better, please let me know so I can at least try to visit! Before I forget, could you, pretty please send over the nursery book you read James and I? I'm sure it'll be helpful with his reading comprehension, and I'm not talking about Harry. Thank you, mum, I love you!" The howler deposited the picture of infant Harry, before shredding itself to pieces.

Yes, that was most definitely Sirius Black, she would have to send her own howler in response later. For now, she waited eagerly for James's letter.

Almost half an hour later, the third owl arrived, "I see my other children have decided to send their letters, but once more, I have to get treats, please be patient with me! She called out as she made her way to the kitchen.

Shortly after returning, she opened the first letter, "Hi Mum! It's me, James! Your actual favourite child, despite what Padfoot says… anyways! I'm sure Padfoot already sent you a picture of Harry, so here's a picture of all of us together, yes, even Peter is here, Lily will be sending some, supposedly, handcrafted cookies; however, I doubt that, she may be a whiz in the kitchen, but her baking skills are not the best. I'm sorry to hear about dad, I wish I could be there to give you a hug, at the very least, I know you'll be good enough to take care of Harry. If something goes wrong, I don't believe it will, but can't be unprepared.

I love you, mum!"

A wistful smile graced Euphemia's lips; even in his twenties, he was just as energetic as when he was eleven.

Just as expected, Lily did in fact, send her treats. Although they were a little burnt, she did enjoy them all the same, they were lovely to have such a wonderful daughter-in-law was truly a gift, women, these days confused her

The exchange of letters continued throughout the year, covering topics from politics to some small parenting advice here and there, it seems in each letter, all her children seemed to becoming more and more erratic, and short, it wasn't until October 2 that she understood why, "Hi Mum, I know our letters have been short recently, I can only apologize for that, but here's the reason why, there is a prophecy surrounding two potential children, Alice and Franklin's, boy Neville, or little Harry, as much as I hate to say it I really hope it isn't Harry; we can't take any chances, however so we will be going under Fidelius charm until such a time that we put an end to the threat of Voldemort, there's a high chance none of us will make it, I'm begging, mum please take Harry in if something goes wrong!"

A prophecy? There's only one person close enough to Dumbledore to give such a prophecy, and she doubted it was genuine, but she'd have to wait and see.