Two women sat around a table, "So you've finally come back Deanna, it's been along time." Spoke the first in hushed tones, "what brings you back after all these years?" The other, who had been previously looking at her mug on the table, looked up, holding the others gaze with dark, rich brown eyes which burned with a passionate intensity." Isn't it obvious Mary? I want the truth." Mary gasped "Wha-what could you mean, what truth?" The intensity of the stare increased and with it some anger. "You know what I want and you're going to help me find out!" Mary caved in. "Allright I'll help you find out, but I don't know how you're going to do it, after all there's no one left who would know the entire story." Deanna smiled for the first time that night " Oh but there is, or have you forgotten him after all this time, why you haven't seen Remus since the funeral. Well I doubt your beloved husband is coming back Mary, I think it's time we left." Mary's face changed from fear to embarresment and finally to shame. She was not proud of what she'd done but it was over now, or was it. Why couldn't she just leave it to rest? What she wanted to do felt like grave robbing. She sighed there was no hope for it, she could only hope that it might lay a few memories to rest.