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A/N According to more than one website, Adam was a warlock in "Bewitched" and a mortal in "Tabitha". For this fanfic, he's a mortal. It just works better that way. And all due respect to anyone who disagrees.

The first time Tabitha worked with Remus, she knew he would be her favorite teacher. He took a gentle approach. Training with him was like settling in with your best friend for a relaxed afternoon. Tabitha wondered if his careful gentleness was a deliberate attempt to counterbalance his werewolf nature. She had known only one family of werewolves, but she knew them well enough that she had recognized Lupin for one after meeting him a couple times. However, she had only had one lesson with him before grief touched her life again.

The Order was grouped around the dining room at Grimmauld Place after a meeting. Some people were milling around, others sitting around the table. Tabitha had taken refuge in her favorite place, a window seat near one end of the table, where some comfortable cushions had been propped up. At seven months, she was finding it harder to find a comfortable position to sit, and the hard dining room chairs made her back ache. She was curled up, talking to Snape, who had turned a chair around to talk to her. By mutual but unspoken consent, neither one of them had ever brought up the "pillow flinging incident" again. Snape had come back to teach her like nothing had ever happened, and she played along. On this day, she had some questions to ask him about something he had been teaching her, and he was explaining the answer to her. Sirius was watching them, not really thrilled about their acquaintance. Tabitha refused to take sides in conflicts that started before she was even living there. After all, she had only been in grade school when the "Marauders" were at Hogwarts. Whatever had happened was none of her business. Sirius didn't have to like it, but he did have to respect it.

A small commotion drew her attention to the door, where Remus, who had not attended this meeting, was ushering a nice-looking mortal man into the room. She stood up awkwardly, worried.

"Adam?" She said, wondering.

"Tabitha," Adam replied, looking serious. Remus also looked solemn. Tabitha made her way across the room to join them. All the wizards and witches were watching this scene, wondering who the muggle was and why Lupin had brought him here. He was lucky Mrs. Black's portrait hadn't started screaming. McGonagall had also stood up when she saw her nephew, and was inching her way towards him.

"Tabitha," Adam said, "I need to speak with you privately."

She nodded, her mouth dry. She turned to Sirius. "May we use the front room?"

Sirius nodded, and Adam led Tabitha out.

Left behind in the dining room, a crowd had gathered around Lupin. "There's been a death in the family," he said, "Their muggle grandfather."

McGonagall went out immediately to find Tabitha, and found her climbing the stairs to her room. She had met Frank Stevens a few times and thought he was decent enough in a muggle sort of way. Phyllis Stevens was a little too overly dramatic for her taste, but not unlikable for all that. Regardless of her own personal opinion, they had been kind grandparents to Tabitha and Adam and she knew they would both grieve his loss.

"Adam, I'm so sorry," McGonagall said.

"Thank you, Aunt Minerva. It was sudden. Cardiac arrest in his sleep. He didn't suffer."

"How is Mrs. Stevens?"

"Oh, as well as can be expected. Dad and Mom are over at her house now. That's why they sent me. Actually, it was Grandmamma Endora who contacted that Remus guy. I'm not sure how." Adam was no stranger to magic transport and enjoyed it as an occasional adventure, but all in all, he prefered doing things the mortal way. "I have plane tickets for Tabitha and Sarah. We need to fly back tonight."

Adam stepped back when he saw Tabitha come down the steps with a sleepy, cranky Sarah in her arms. He watched in amazement when she produced a wand and said, "Accio Luggage" and suitcases came flying down the stairs and landed gently at the front door. He knew she could have done that by wiggling her nose, but he figured the wand was a new toy she was enjoying using. He waited quietly while the witches and warlocks from the dining room came spilling out, hugging his sister, and offering their condolences to her, and a few who remembered he was there offered their condolences to him, too. He was used to magic from his earliest days, but honestly, this crowd could set back civilization 200 years. They were like Grandmamma Endora times ten. Mom had adopted so many mortal ways that sometimes he could forget the people she came from.

Apparently there was some discussion over who would attend the funeral to lend emotional support to Tabitha. Aunt Minerva, naturally would be there; the Lupin guy offered, also. Tabitha wasn't paying attention to any of this. She was talking to a slightly scruffy warlock a little off to the side, trying to persuade him of something. The warlock looked frustrated. After glancing briefly at the arguing pair, a black-clad warlock said he would go. The argument between Tabitha and the scruffy warlock seemed to stop, and she led him over to introduce him to her brother. Sirius Black. Funny, the names these people all had.