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Between McGonagall's patronage and Tabitha's own talent and experience, the job interview was a success. Tabitha got the 10pm to 2am time slot at WWN. She was able to go to work after Sarah was put down to bed, but this necessitated another decision for Tabitha, namely, where would she live. In the end it was decided that for the sake of childcare she would continue living at Grimmauld Place. Sarah would be asleep while Tabitha was at work, and Sirius agreed to feed Sarah breakfast in the morning so Tabitha could sleep in.

Her days developed a predictable pattern. Wake around 10, breakfast, and then take Sarah to the park. She and her daughter were under no restrictions for their activities, and Tabitha was used to mortals. She had been warned not to get too close to muggles if possible, but she thought that restriction was foolish. After all, some of her best friends back home were muggles. However, she limited her contacts with them to play dates at the park, politely sidestepping inquiries as to her own home. Her mother had entertained mortals and magical people alike, but the Stevenses had never been in danger like Sirius apparently was. Tabitha didn't know the precise nature of his troubles, but she was living in his house, and she respected his situation.

Samantha and Endora had both visited her since she moved to Grimmauld Place. Tabitha assumed that her dad turned a blind eye to her mother's magic travels because the reason was to visit Tabitha and Sarah. Endora had never been close to Mrs. Black in life, but they had known each other the way society people always know each other, being of the same social standing and mingling in the same circles. Endora would always spend a few minutes commiserating with Mrs. Black over the sorrow of having ungrateful muggle-loving children and then after one of her visits, Sirius' mother would be a little mellower towards Tabitha and Sarah. At least for a little while.

Aunt Minerva had explained somewhat about the Order of the Phoenix to Tabitha, but it had been in the days when her grief was something new and acutely painful, and Tabitha barely listened. All the new changes in her life managed to divert Tabitha from her own pain during the day, when she was too busy to dwell on it. At night, however, all the dammed up sorrow would catch her up, and she would often lie awake nights crying or brooding. During the day she was pleasant enough, but her eyes were often sad. At work, she put on her best professional manner and read the copy that was handed to her and played the records appropriate to her timeslot's format.

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The Order met sporadically at Grimmauld Place and Tabitha would make herself scarce, often retreating to the front room to find a book to read. On one particular evening, when the Order had convened, she had curled up on the sofa with her legs up because her feet were swelling a little, and she had just made herself comfortable when Aunt Minerva beckoned to her from the doorway. Tabitha got up, mildly annoyed, because this was her night off from work; she had just put Sarah down and was looking for some time alone.

"The Order would like to speak with you, dear."

Tabitha nodded and wiggled her nose to change into the appropriate clothing to wear to a formal meeting among her people. She Transfigured into a floor length burgundy gown with Empire waist, long sleeves and even a little train. Next, she wiggled her nose again and conjured the heirloom diamond hair clip Samantha had given her. She pulled her hair back and pinned it into place. Then she hastily powdered her nose and peered into the glass at the end of the hall and smiled wryly. Paul had only seen this dress once, and he'd had such an anxiety attack she never wore it around him again. Then she had given up magic and hadn't needed it. She knew her father would hate seeing her like this. He had been unhappy at her moving to London at Aunt Minerva's instigation. Not that he had said it outright, but he kept reminding her that she was welcome to come back to Connecticut and live with him and her mother any time she wanted.

"Ready?" Tabitha asked.

"Please."

Nervously, she followed Aunt Minerva down the hallway to the dining room. Samantha had not taken Tabitha to conclaves because of Darrin's opposition. Endora took her to a couple, but then Tabitha could depend on her to guide her behavior. She didn't want to disgrace herself among people who grew up using magic. Tabitha was aware that she had strong gifts, but they were crude and unfocused because of her lack of formal training. Well, she would just have to follow Aunt Minerva's lead and hope she didn't do anything too humiliating.

In the dining room, Tabitha was invited to take a seat. She sat in the most unobtrusive place she could find with her hands in her lap, and peered around the table. She recognized on sight most of the witches and warlocks. There was Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius' friend Remus Lupin whom she had met a few times. A few others. To her mild alarm, they were all looking at her.

"Mrs. Thurston, we asked you to join us tonight because we'd like to request your assistance," Dumbledore said.

Tabitha nodded and Dumbledore continued. "I know you're acquainted with our organization, the Order of the Phoenix, and I know you're familiar with Voldemort's history and that we know he's returned and how we're tracking him."

Tabitha nodded again. She had been in high school at the time of his disappearance. Her grandfather Maurice, a member of the Warlock's Club in London, had been living in England at the time and had told the whole story to Tabitha and her mother. Truthfully, she hadn't paid much attention at the time. She was more interested in the upcoming school dance and who like-liked whom and she couldn't work up too much emotion over events that had happened across the ocean beyond a vague sense of pity for the little boy who lost his parents.

She did notice that the others had all shuddered at the sound of Voldemort's name.

"Mrs. Thurston, we hit an unexpected circumstance in that many people in the wizarding world have refused to believe that he is back, or that there is any increased need for alarm. What we would like from you is to act as a liaison between the media and the Order."

"How do you mean?"

"The wizarding world needs to be made to understand the seriousness of the threat we face, but the media has been downplaying the reports of Voldemort's return, or denying their veracity. We need to have someone who can get the truth out."

Tabitha thought a moment. "Professor Dumbledore, I would be happy to help you all in any way I can, but you must realize that all I do at WWN is read copy and play records from an approved list. I'm not a journalist--I'm a DJ."

"Yes, Mrs. Thurston, we know that, but what we want you to do is to keep your ears open for any information that might be useful to us and report back to us."

Tabitha stared at him.

"The other thing we would like you to do--we want to send coded messages through your show. In other words, we'll tell you what the code is, for instance two muggle songs followed by a wizard song, or something like that. Members of the Order will have already known what the codes mean. In this way we will have another means of communicating."

Tabitha nodded slowly. "Yes, Professor Dumbledore, I will help you."

"Furthermore, we want to help you along with your magical ability. You never had formal training, but your innate powers are strong. Training will help you focus your abilities beyond anything you've done so far. Your Aunt Minerva, Remus, Sirius and Severus have all agreed to help with your training, but the first thing you will need is a wand."

Tabitha thought about that. She had never used a wand in her whole life. She had never even thought about her magic abilities or how they worked. She would simply think about what she wanted, wiggle her nose with her finger and just like that whatever she wanted would come to her. It hadn't been until she moved into Grimmauld place that she even understood how unusual that was. She realized she came from a line of powerful witches, even if the power was diluted in her, and would be even further diluted in the baby she was carrying, if it turned out to be a witch or warlock.

"That will be fine, Professor Dumbledore. I'll look forward to further training," Tabitha agreed.