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.

They were seated around the table for the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, Tabitha between Remus and Tonks, and Snape on the other side of Tonks. Tabitha was telling Lupin about the dementor attack when Dumbledore called the meeting to order.

"Professor Dumbledore, just one moment, please," Tonk's voice rang out. "I need to change seats. The lighting, you know..." she gestured vaguely. Turning to Tabitha, she said sweetly and innocently, "Could we trade...?"

Tabitha raised her eyebrow at Tonks. This was the first time she had ever heard that Tonks had problems with her eyesight. Sighing, she stood up and traded seats with her. She could almost swear Tonks winked at her for a moment. Therefore, when they sat down in their new seats, she kicked Tonks hard under the table. Tonks had to struggle to keep a straight face.

McGonagall watched this interplay with something less than amusement. It also hadn't escaped her attention the way Snape was carefully not reacting to any of this action, not even by a roll of his eyes. With some irritation, she put on her best school-marm attitude and said, glaring at Tonks, "If Miss Tonks and Mrs. Thurston are quite through, could we start the meeting now, Professor Dumbledore?"

Tabitha blushed with mortification, but Tonks, unrepentant, sat next to her, shaking with the effort of not laughing.

Somehow the meeting was gotten through. As the gathering was breaking up, McGonagall happened to notice that Snape leaned in close and said something to Tabitha that made her blush again and lower her eyes as she busied herself clearing the refreshments. McGonagall sighed in frustration, but it was none of her business. Only...Cousin Endora would not care for this budding situation much. She had hoped so much for Samantha, then Tabitha, to marry well, to marry a wizard of wealth and status. Snape did not fulfill those requirements. Granted, in Cousin Endora's eyes he would be preferable to another muggle, but Snape's family did not have the status or connections. Cousin Endora had told McGonagall in private that she hoped that Sirius would take a fancy to Tabitha. There was a family for you! Cousin Endora knew about but simply ignored the unsavory aspects of the Black family history and activities.

After the meeting, Tabitha checked in on her girls, then changed into comfortable clothes before heading downstairs to find a new book to read. In the front room sat Tonks with her back to her. Tabitha walked in, ready to have it out.

"Would you like to tell me what all that was about in the meeting, there?" Tabitha asked her, voice heavy with irony.

Tonks turned around, eyes swollen and red. Tabitha hurried to sit down next to her. "Tonks, what is it?"

Between sobs, Tonks spilled out the story. Remus didn't want her--didn't like her--like that--well, he did admit caring for her, but gave some stupid excuse about not wanting to ruin her life--he was too old--she was too young--he was a werewolf--she didn't understand the full implications of that--didn't want to complicate her life...The list went on and on.

Tabitha hugged and patted her, then got up to get her a drink.

When Tonks stopped crying, she asked," So, how do I convince Remus to take a chance, that it's all right?"

"I don't know that there is a way. I'm so sorry, Tonks. If it makes any difference, he doesn't know what he's missing."

"It doesn't make a difference, but thanks."

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Back at work, Tabitha's segment on Wartime Safety became increasingly popular. Her boss was so pleased that it became a permanent segment of her program. She continued to send the coded messages through her music selections as Dumbledore directed, and a few weeks later her boss suggested she open the lines to listeners' opinions on the war. Tabitha wasn't sure how this would be accomplished without telephones, but her ever-resourceful producer was able to magick a connection between Floo and the network that would accomplish this feat.

Naturally, she got her share of nutters, but some of her callers had useful information to pass on. Some persons made unsubstantiated claims of having seen Voldemort in this town or that city, but Tabitha's producer quickly learned to prescreen the callers. Snape had been right. Her show was in a precarious position with the Ministry, but it was increasing in popularity. She was even offered a more convenient evening slot, but she refused to change her hours when the opportunity was offered to her, because it would have been too inconvenient for her and the girls, so WWN began playing pre-recorded segments of her show during the daytime and evening hours. Tabitha was becoming famous.

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