A/N: This has taken me awhile to develop in terms of plot/storyline. My main goal, especially with a Marauders fic, is that I stick to the story. I want to make sure all the facts fit in, and that it all works out in the end. Thanks for reading! ) If you don't like it, I want to know. I need all the con-crit I can get!

Also, I wanna thank snevz and fabi, my two best friends that brutally edited this story. They're amazing.

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Chapter One: The Truth.

Remus took a deep breath, taking it all in.

They were all gone. All of them.

James and Lily were dead, dead at the hands of his friend.

The same friend that killed Peter, the same friend that killed the girl he loved, and her best friend.

It was time. It was time to uncover the truth.

It had been one week since it all happened, since the deaths of his friends, the death of his soon-to-be bride.

He had been in love. He had love that was, unreal to him. Something he never imagined possible.

Yet, somehow, he didnt trust his love. He didn't believe that it was all his.

He couldnt. Because if the love that he had was completely his, like she said it was, then it would have been simply cruel to be taken away from him.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to know.

He hated himself for not trusting her. Hated himself for not trusting him. But how could he? They lied to him before, they would easily do it again.

He sighed, stepping into the messy, haphazard room. The bedding was ripped, curtains torn from the small, square window. The drawers were all pulled out and upturned, clothes, jewelry and shoes strewn across the hardwood floor.

He took a deep breath, and said quietly "Accio Diary." He flicked his wand and a deep red leather diary flew into his hands. the pages were singed on the edges, but otherwise, it was completely intact. Remus tried to open it, but it required a password. Remus sighed.

"James" he said, and flicked his wand. nothing happened.

"Lily." He said again, with the same wand movement. nothing happened.

He tried every name possible. every name he could think of. except for hers. He sighed, and said queitly, trying to repress tears.

"Charlie." the diary flew open, and remus dropped to the floor, his greatest fear confirmed. He pulled a similar diary, this one bound in a deep black dragonskin, from his shabby coat. Across the top, in a messy scrawl, read "Charlotte". He sighed, and opened it.

He had to read them. He had to know the truth.