My dear friends Lily and James, I hope you will fare better than myself in the war. A Death Eater attack when visiting my parents, what a humiliating way to go. I always thought that it would be during a proper fight, like the ones we had chasing down those blighters. Thought that I would be the first of us to get married, so my divination skills are not up to par on both those fronts. Lily, don't feel guilty for smiling at that. James, you hold her when she cries, more often than you do now. It breaks me knowing that you spend more time hunting the baddies than being with your wife, who happens to be my best friend, you git.
Darling Peter, I know you aren't really one of them. Be strong, despite what you think, you really can be. All you need is to try. You were just getting out of the shadow of the other Marauders, and you went to them. Don't think I didn't know, just that there was no proof. I forgive you. Turn yourself in. Pay the price, and hold your head high, rather than wallow in jealousy. You can be a fine man, and the worst thing about my death is knowing that it will be very hard for you to ever become what you always should have been. Don't turn into something you are not.
Love,
Marlene McKinnon.