The "Harry Potter" characters belong to JK Rowling, her associates and affiliates. CPT Holdings Inc. and Sony Pictures Home Entertainment own "Bewitched" and "Tabitha". For entertainment purposes only. There. I have spoken.

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 down on the couch to finish feeding Stella after Sirius left. She read the storybook to Sarah, absently, unable to concentrate. After she put the girls to bed, she padded down to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. As she sat sipping it, she saw Kreacher pass by. He paused long enough to give her his usual impertinent glare, but there was something else in his expression, pure malice. He was forbidden to touch her or her children, but Tabitha was frightened. She called her mother.

Samantha came, and Tabitha explained the story to her. Over the course of the night the two women sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, waiting for word. Tabitha refused to go to sleep although Samantha promised to wait up for any news and to wake her immediately she learned anything.

Early into the morning, Lupin and Tonks arrived in the kitchen. He looked so weary and Tonks looked unwell, and they both looked so grim, Tabitha's mouth went dry, and she was unable to stand up. Samantha put a hand on her daughter's shoulder and said, "What's the news?"

Tabitha didn't need to be told. Their grief was too obvious. Tabitha put her head in her arms down on the table and burst into tears.

Tabitha was again standing in a crowd at a funeral. Well, not precisely a funeral, because there was no body. A memorial service. She was standing in the crowd at the memorial service.

Although she had shared a house with Sirius these last few months, she was not afforded a spot close to the front. Tonks outranked her as his cousin, and Harry outranked her as his godson--they were up front, with a few other persons Tabitha had never met. Not that she cared. She was so shaken by the events of the last week, she would never have noticed or cared if she was relegated to the back balcony. Over and over again she replayed the last hour she had seen Sirius. On a conscious level, romance had been the furthest thing from her mind. She had been entirely focused on Stella and Sarah. She had felt as if she were cocooning in a soft fluffy place where there was friendship in abundance, but not romance. Sirius was the first man to kiss her since Paul, and he had thoroughly startled her out of her complacency.

Until that night, Tabitha had never thought of Sirius in a romantic way. She cared about him tremendously, they had become close friends in the few months they had known each other, and she felt comfortable talking to him about almost anything. Looking back now, the signs that he was falling for her were obvious, but at the time, the thought that a young, single man would be interested in a widow with one baby and another one on the way never entered her mind. She had been content with being buddies while he had other ideas.

Would it have made any difference if she had known? Tabitha honestly didn't know. She had enjoyed kissing Sirius, and she was fond of him, but she hadn't had enough time to explore these feelings before he died. She hadn't entertained any romantic feelings for him, but on the other hand, the idea had never presented itself. Now there would never be any further chance.

Tabitha was dabbing her wet eyes with a tissue as the crowd began to disperse. She saw Remus sidle up to her and he slipped his arm around her shoulders and said, "Come with me a moment."

He led her apart from the crowd to a quiet corner and sat down with her. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a little box and handed it to her.

"Sirius wanted you to have this."

Tabitha opened the box and inside was an antique gold pin embossed with the Black family crest. Tabitha stared at it, shaking her head.

"He loved you, you know."

"Yes, I know." The dull and constant pressure she had felt in her chest the last few days increased to bursting and she started crying hard. Remus put his arms around her and let her cry it out.

After her sobbing had subsided she wiped her eyes and said, "I don't think I can accept this."

"Why not?"

"I don't know that I had the same feelings for him. I would feel like I was accepting this gift under false pretenses."

Remus sighed. "Tabitha, he knew that. He was planning to talk to you once you were on your feet again and things were back to normal. He knew that he didn't have a lot to offer you right now, with him needing to lay low, but he wanted to let you know how he felt."

Tabitha sat quietly. So, he and Remus had discussed this. She didn't know how to take that. She felt flattered, but it was an odd feeling, knowing that she had been discussed.

Remus said, "Keep the pin. It's okay--he wanted you to have it."

Tabitha nodded and glanced around to where Tonks was busy trying not to look their way too obviously. Remus had been such a good friend to her all these months. He deserved some happiness. She wondered if he knew how Tonks felt about him and was tempted to tell him. Tabitha was pretty sure the feeling was mutual, or at least that Tonks had a chance, if the idea were put in his head. However, she wasn't 100 sure, and she was afraid to cause awkwardness between them.

She did not happen to glance in the direction of Snape, who had positioned himself where he could see them clearly, but definitely not be obvious.