I know there's something out there
Character: Padma Summary: Padma gets another owl, and doesn't make it to the memorial.
Padma hadn't seen Faelan since their too-brief kiss in the bookstore when he had Floo'd through, the day Sirius had gone. But she had stopped by Haven's Loft several times to leave food and see if he was there.
He never was.
She knew he needed time, so she didn't push. She wasn't even sure about going to the memorial service - she didn't want to go if he didn't want her there - but in the end, Padma decided that she ought to be there for Harry at least, even if Faelan wasn't ready to talk to her yet.
It seemed that no sooner had she made the decision, and started getting ready, than an owl showed up, rapping at her window. The owl flew away as soon as Padma took the small package. When Padma opened it, photographs spilled out. Pictures of her walking in Diagon Alley, with Parvati and the baby in Madame Malkins, talking with the store manager in Flourish and Blotts, by herself in the Leaky. Scribbled in red ink across each picture was "I'm watching you".
Padma turned the pictures upside down and set them on the table, then went to sit down on the couch. Distantly, she noticed that she was shaking, and the thought "he's not gone, he's not gone" kept running through her mind. Padma curled up on the couch and sat there until it got dark, barely noticing the passing of time. Only when her stomach protested at not being fed did she get up.
It was midnight and she had missed the memorial for Sirius.
Padma picked up the photographs and put them back in their little box, then went to put it with the other, more grisly package she'd received last week. She went back to the kitchen and got out some crackers and water, which was all she felt able to handle. As she ate, Padma wondered whether she ought to go to Haven's Loft to see if they were home yet, to see Faelan. She decided against it, though, because she didn't think she could keep from confessing that he was back, was after her. And telling them about him meant that she'd have to tell them that she hadn't been quite so safe or protected or innocent in the last war.
She'd have to tell them that she'd killed someone.