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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.

Tabitha sat in the front row at the funeral with her grandmother, her parents, and Adam. Tabitha cried with her grandmother and Adam patted Phyllis' hand.

Once during the service Tabitha turned around and could almost swear she had seen Sirius in the shadows. Then, at the graveside she thought she saw him in a copse of trees. Then she mentally shook herself. He wouldn't attempt anything so stupid. She just had him on her mind so much.

Back at the older Stevens' house, at the reception, she saw Aunt Minerva and her friends from the Order. They were dressed in mortal clothing for the occasion, but they still managed to seem different, somehow. Maybe it was just her perception after these several months of living in a nearly all-magic environment.

In life, Frank Stevens had had numerous business associates and social contacts and the crowd in attendance was quite large. Furthermore, many other people came to give their condolences to the family. The Tates attended, although only Louise came to the house. Paul's parents came both to the funeral and back to the house. Endora brought Aunt Clara, who had been anxious to pay her last respects.

Tabitha found herself in the center of a crowd of women who wished to give her their condolences, but also wanted to inquire about her condition.

Aunt Minerva conducted herself with her usual dignity, and because of her frequent contact with the Stevenses, blended in seamlessly with the other guests, paying her respects to the older Mrs. Stevens and to Darrin. Truth to be told, Minerva McGonagall was one of the few in-laws Darrin actually liked. At least, she never tried to use magic on him.

Lupin and Snape, on the other hand, had to control their curiosity in this alien environment. They learned what the term "split-level" meant. They saw that muggles had a passion for decorating their homes with pictures and statues which didn't move. Lupin almost jumped out of his skin when he was standing by the wall near the kitchen and the telephone rang. He watched as a muggle hurried over to answer it. Then there was the challenge of trying to eat food without actually sitting down at a table. The muggles seemed quite adept at juggling cup, plate and fork, but one would suppose you would get used to anything after awhile. On the other hand, Tabitha's family seemed very friendly, and Adam took it upon himself to talk to the two warlocks and make them feel welcome. Adam was savvy enough in the ways of magic to know what and what not to say.

Tabitha was feeling the fatigue of her grief and the well-meaning comments of the other mourners. Furthermore, if one more person patted her stomach, she knew she would scream. She put on her coat and headed towards the back door to go outside and get some fresh air. She was walking through the utility room when she heard "Psst!"

She jumped and turned in the direction of the sound. There, between the dryer and the broom closet, stood Sirius, beckoning to her.

Tabitha hurried over to him, closing the door between the utility room and the kitchen so they wouldn't be seen. She wished she could lock the door.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"You didn't think I would let my best girl go through this all alone, did you?" He took her hands and rubbed them. "Your hands are like ice."

"Are you crazy? You could have been seen! I did see you--at the service."

"Tabitha, I didn't care about all that. I wanted to be here for you." He looked a little hurt.

Tabitha sighed. Sirius could be so stubborn. "I know, but I don't want anything to happen to you."

He seemed pleased by her concern. He started to say something when the kitchen door opened and there stood an angry Minerva McGonagall.

"What do you think you're doing, Mr. Black," McGonagall was furious.

"I came to give Tabitha my support in this difficult time," Sirius replied with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Did anybody see you skulking about among the laundry room?"

"No Professor," Sirius mumbled.

McGonagall turned to Tabitha. "I saw your father head outside, dear."

"Sirius," Tabitha asked, "Did Daddy see you?"

"No, Tabitha, I think I know better than to prowl around muggle houses." Sirius sounded annoyed.

"You know what Professor Dumbledore asked you to do. I must insist that you leave this house right now," McGonagall said emphatically.

There were few people that Sirius would submit to, but Professor McGonagall was one of them. He gave Tabitha a quick hug, and as he was preparing to leave, McGonagall said to him, kindly, "I won't mention this to Professor Dumbledore, but watch yourself next time."

"Is everything okay, Aunt Minerva?" Tabitha asked after Sirius was gone.

McGonagall's lips twitched. "I needed to come out here to compose myself. It's just Clara."

Tabitha was pretty sure she knew what was coming next, but she asked, "Is she telling people...?"

"Yes, that we're witches."

"Aunt Clara's been telling people that for years. It drives Grandmother Stevens crazy. But everybody assumes she just has dementia."

"That's not why I had to leave," Mc Gonagall started to laugh at the memory. "We're used to Clara, but we should have explained her to Lupin and Snape earlier." She laughed harder.

"Don't tell me..."

By this time, McGonagall was having a hard time telling the story between gasping for air and laughing out loud. "Clara--told the whole room--that they were warlocks--Remus--just said--'yes, Miss Clara'--but Severus--Severus--he didn't say anything, but he just gave her that look--"

"Oh no--"

McGonagall took a deep breath. "But that's not why I had to leave. Endora quickly swept Clara away to the buffet table before she could say anything else. No, it was that woman--Mrs. Tate." McGonagall started chuckling again.

"What--?"

"Well, she walked up to Severus--thinking she was helping--patted him on the arm and said, 'Don't worry, dear, nobody here would really think you're a warlock'" McGonagall covered her mouth so they wouldn't hear her laughing in the next room."

Tabitha wasn't sure whether to be horrified or amused. "Should I go back in and --"

"No, it's under control now," McGonagall said. "Samantha's explaining everything to him." Then she sighed. "It is funny, but I just know Severus will be in the worst mood when we get back to Hogwarts tonight. I just have to keep a straight face." The two women grinned at each other.

Tabitha pushed on the back door and let herself onto the patio. The awning was rolled up to allow the sunshine into the back yard, and, as Aunt Minerva had said, her father was sitting on the picnic bench, from which he had brushed the soft, powdery snow. Tabitha went and sat down next to him.

"Isn't it a little cold for you to be outside?" Darrin asked her.

"I'm fine and the baby's been kicking me all day. Still kicking me, in fact. Besides, I was getting tired of all the free obstetric advice from the living room," She said, looking around to see that she wasn't overheard.

Darrin chuckled. Then he asked, "So, you like London?"

"Yes."

Darrin paused. "Your friends. Are they...?"

"Yes, Daddy, they're warlocks."

Darrin looked at his hands and sighed.

"Daddy, are you disappointed?"

"No, not disappointed, exactly. It's just that," He paused to find the right words. "It's been my job to provide for and protect my family. I've always been able to do that using mortal methods. But when you or your mother do magic, I can no longer protect you. Or even guide you." He put his hand over Tabitha's. "That's what fathers do. They protect their families."

Tabitha leaned her head on her father's shoulder. She couldn't bring herself to say she didn't need protection because they all did nowadays, and she couldn't tell him about Voldemort because she felt it was her job to protect mortals by stopping Voldemort before he could harm mortals. However, for the first time, she understood why he had been opposed to magic.