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Tabitha was sitting Indian-style on the floor with Sarah on her lap, tying Sarah's sneakers when Snape arrived to take her to Diagon Alley.

"Hey," she said, with a little wave. "We'll be ready to go in a sec."

"You're bringing a baby?"

"Yeah, she's never seen Diagon Alley before. It will be a nice day out for her." Tabitha put Sarah on her feet and shifted to a crouching position, reaching for their coats.

"She's a muggle," He said.

"Is there really a law against muggles going to Diagon Alley? What about the kids at that Hogwarts where you and Aunt Minerva teach? How do they get their books and things if their parents are muggles?"

She had him there. It wasn't that there was a rule against muggles in Diagon Alley, it was just frowned upon. Meanwhile, the little muggle in question was clinging to her mother's neck and staring at him as if she understood every word he had said. He tried another tack.

"That's what you're going to wear? You couldn't look any more like a muggle if you tried."

Tabitha looked down at her outfit. Leggings tucked into socks, running shoes, oversized shirt and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail which was threaded through the back of a baseball cap.

"No, actually if I wanted to look more like a muggle, I'd be wearing the cap backward. And anyhow, you try coordinating outfits when your normal clothes don't fit you anymore but you're not far enough along to justify maternity clothes."

"You mean you're pregnant?"

"Duh, you didn't know?" She rolled her eyes.

Snape frowned. He made it a point not to delve too deeply into the private lives of his associates, primarily because it ususally bored him. When he looked at her closely, however, he could tell. She had put coats on herself and Sarah and was now giving the baby some liquid from a dropper.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Something Aunt Minerva gave me to settle Sarah's stomach during Floo. Back home I always just drove everywhere, but when I moved here I gave up my car, and sometimes I have to bring Sarah with me. And, unless I want to clean up baby barf with every trip, I have to give her this."

She stood up and handed him the bottle. He recognized the name on the lable of the bottle, but he rarely made potions that were useful for babies. He nodded and handed the bottle back to her. She had lifted Sarah to one hip, and was using her free hand to lift a peculiar contraption over her shoulder.

"What's that you're bringing?" He asked.

"A baby backpack. I'll carry it until we get to Diagon Alley, but when we get there I may need your help to put Sarah in it."

He sighed. This trip was getting more complicated by the minute.

Eventually Tabitha was ready, and they Floo'ed to Diagon Allley without incident. Tabitha looked around and saw a sturdy table at an outdoor cafe, where she could set the backback and place Sarah in it. As she adjusted the straps on the baby, Snape watched her, noticing she hadn't asked for help after all. Either she was very independent and capable, or more probably, she didn't deem him competent enough to put a baby in a carrying device and wanted to do it herself to make sure it was done right.

Tabitha backed into the backpack, slipping her arms into the straps and with a heave, she straightened up, shifting the pack until it was comfortable. Rubbing her hands together in the crisp air, she grinned at Snape and said, "Well, let's go, we're burning daylight."

Snape led her through the narrow, crowded streets to the bank where she could exchange her US currency, then towards Olivander's. As they walked, Tabitha and Sarah looked around curiously, enjoying the new sights and sounds. They were the recipients of curious stares as they looked in amazement into the various store windows. Tabitha had traveled with Endora enough to act appropriately in magical settings, but this place was more exotic than anything in her experience. Now she understood Snape's dismay at her choice of outfits. She would have to do something about that later, but her pride kept her from Transfiguring her clothes right then and there. Tabitha knew she was a witch, and she decided she didn't have to prove anything to anybody.

When they arrived at the wand shop, Snape introduced Tabitha to Mr. Olivander, but then stepped back as Tabitha took over the conversation; Snape began browsing up and down the aisles.

"So, young lady," Mr. Olivander said, "How did you break your last wand?"

"Oh, I never had a wand."

"Never?"

"No. Never went to wizarding school, so I never had any formal training to use a wand."

"How peculiar," he said, scratching his head. "So, how do you do magic?"

"Like this," she said, wiggling her nose with one hand, and the pens and paper on the counter gently floated into the air, levitated for a moment, then gently returned to where they came.

"Amazing. And no training, you say? Well never mind. I can still find a good wand for you, even at your age."

"Thanks a lump," she muttered.

Olivander came around the counter to take a look at her.

"Young lady, are you expecting?" He asked with a little frown.

She nodded and he sighed.

"Is that a problem, sir?"

"Well," he said, slowly, "We don't usually have any call to find a wand for a pregnant witch. Your powers will change in your condition, you see. I must consult my book." With that, he hurried away to the back room behind the counter.

Tabitha stood drumming her fingers on the counter for a few minutes, then went to see what Snape was looking at. He looked at her as she approached.

"Are you finished?"

"Nah, he has to check his book."

She hoped he would hurry, because Sarah was getting restless and was amusing herself by kicking Tabitha in the ribs. A few minutes more and Olivander emerged from his back room.

"Miss Tabitha?"

Tabitha wiggled her nose and sent up a little container of Cheerios to her restless daughter before meeting Olivander at the counter.

"Okay, here we go. You will use this wand for now. About five months after you deliver, come back and we'll see if you need any adjustments. Understood?" He handed the wand to her to get the feel of it. She supposed it would do. Not that she was in a position to know.

Snape had looked up to see what Tabitha was doing, and saw her examining her wand closely. He was starting to make his way towards them when Olivander said, "One child and another on the way. You and the Mister must be proud."

Tabitha, who was making a few practice passes with the wand, muttered, "He's not my husband."

Olivander noticed that her left hand was indeed, ringless, and he raised his eyebrow to Snape with a disapproving glare. Snape paused, confused. Tabitha, noticing the direction of Olivander's gaze, said quickly,"No, no. It's not like that either. Severus Snape is a colleague of mine." She leaned in closer to explain her personal situation to Olivander.

Snape hadn't heard the conversation, but he noticed that whatever she was whispering to Olivander, she looked sad. Probably that idiot of a clerk had said something stupid to her. He saw Olivander pat Tabitha compassionately on the arm, and nod briefly to Snape as Tabitha put her wand into its box then into a shopping bag.

As they left the store, he asked her what the problem had been with Olivander.

Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Well, other than he thought--oh, never mind." She shook her head, self-conciously.

Snape looked at her curiously. She had been about to say something before she changed her mind.

"Say," Tabitha said, changing the subject, "where would you suggest I get some witch clothes? You were right. I really do stand out here."