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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.

He was back, wearing mugglish clothes and striding down the street to the playground. He sat down on the bench next to her as she sat watching Sarah over in the sandbox.

"Tonks said you were here," said Snape.

Tabitha smiled at him, and gestured with a finger to her lips that the baby was sleeping. A thin blanket with lambs on it was covering the stroller, keeping out the light. She slid closer to him so they could talk quietly

"I came a little early today," she said. "Don't you have school? The muggle schools have already started."

"Students don't arrive until tomorrow. It's my last day of freedom."

Tabitha looked at him in surprise. "I never heard you talk like that. Anyway, I just always assumed teachers liked to have a bunch of kids to boss around."

"Yeah. What a treat."

Tabitha grinned and gazed out across the playground at Sarah. "Good. She's not eating sand. Anyway. We didn't really have a chance to, you know, talk the other day." She paused and blushed, remembering why they hadn't talked. When she had her composure back, she said,"The dementor attack brought it home to me. We really are in a war now. I considered fleeing back to Connecticut, I was so scared, but there are problems over there, too. So, I'm staying, and I want to do my bit."

Snape touched her hair and she turned to look him in the face. He seemed pleased. She continued talking. "Molly told me about the Longbottoms. They only had one son. You must know him, he's in the same class as her Ron."

Snape knew him.

"Well," Tabitha said," It just seems to me that this is the time to stand and fight. Not run or hope the problem will solve itself or hope that someone else will do it." Abruptly she changed the subject. "Did I tell you I have an interview with Scrimgeour day after tomorrow?"

"Really?"

"Yes. I believe that fighting amongst ourselves is a bad idea. It would play into You Know Who's hands. But at the same time, our leadership should be held accountable for its mistakes." She looked grim. "It will be an interesting interview."

"Please be careful," Snape said, seriously. "Don't forget who you're working for and don't forget who your enemy is."

"Thanks." She looked at her watch. "The other women should be arriving any minute now."

"What other women?"

"Our play group, of course. We meet here every Tuesday morning. There's Janet, and Maryann, and Kim, and Terry..."

"Never mind, I get the picture. These are your muggle friends?"

"More like acquaintances than friends. I only see them at play group."

"Don't they ever wonder where you live?"

"Not really. I do a gentle obliviating charm on them. They never think to ask me when they're around, and when they do think about it at home, the phone rings, or there's a knock at the door, or the baby needs something. It's worked so far."

"It's not a good idea to get to close to muggles."

"Don't think I won't hex you if I feel like it. You know half my family is muggle."

Snape sighed. "Yeah. So's mine." He embraced and kissed her. "Good luck on your show," he whispered.

As he went in search of a private place to Disaparate, he passed two young muggle women pushing strollers and headed towards the playground. He could have sworn they were grinning slyly at him.

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Snape invited Tabitha to go with him to the theater, where a popular current wizard production was playing. It wasn't anything too deep; there was a little comedy, a little romance, a little action, and a rather thin plot. But, it was a lot of fun to watch, and Tabitha enjoyed herself, understanding why this type of play would be popular at this time. Escapism in wartime.

Hogwarts had its own box seat, and that's where they were seated. Tabitha had been up half the night before with a very fussy Stella, and the darkness of the theater put her into a sort of drowsy reverie. She could also look at Snape, unobserved.

Funny, the series of events that brought her to this place and with this person. Snape was not what you could call handsome, or charming, although he was generally courteous to her. Except when they argued the muggle question. Which was stupid because he was half muggle, just like her.

That little bit of information had completely taken her by surprise. From his comments about non-magical people, she had naturally assumed he was pure blood. But in fact, his parentage was the same as hers; witch mother, muggle father.

Tabitha had lived a very unremarkable life, aside from her magic abilities. She ran with a crowd of "nice" kids in high school and college, not quite the popular crowd, but close enough. She had been a cheerleader, but not head cheerleader, got good grades (but not spectacular), was voted "Girl Next Door" by the yearbook committee, had a well-liked boyfriend in high school, then another well-liked boyfriend in college.

Then she met Paul. Paul was the golden boy at the network, and she made him the perfect wife. Their marriage had ended before their honeymoon feelings had any chance to fade, and their life together had been idyllic. Dinner parties, barbeques, ski trips, a circle of friends that included other young yuppies. Tabitha had not missed her magical roots while she and Paul lived in their little bubble of enchantment. Then Sarah was born and she made their happiness complete. Tabitha fell very easily into the role of Mommy and had found a circle of other young mothers to socialize with. Things had been happy before Paul died.

Tabitha had heard talk. From what she had been able to gather, it seemed that Snape was none of this. Estranged from his family, he ran around with a crowd at Hogwarts who many of them became Death Eaters during the first war. They were the outsiders and troublemakers. Tabitha could imagine that if they had gone to school together, someone like Snape would have slipped under her radar. Tabitha would more likely have hung around with the crowd Sirius had hung around with.

Sirius Black. In with the in crowd, as they used to say in an earlier time. Popular in school, handsome. Even his stint in prison hadn't entirely erased his good looks. Walked with the swagger guys acquire when they know they won't be judged by the opposite sex and found wanting. And yet...Tabitha had never returned his feelings. It was useless now to wonder if she would have developed romantic feelings for him if there had been enough time. She did love him platonically, and she still grieved for him as one of her best friends. There were many things about him that reminded her of her late husband.

Bottom line was however, that regardless of the reason, Sirius hadn't moved her the way Snape did. What was the phrase? "The heart wants what it wants."

Tonks knew about them now and never said anything negative or discouraging, but it was obvious she didn't understand. Also, Tabitha could swear that Remus was starting to look at her oddly. Not that it was that big of a deal, who was involved with whom. After all, this wasn't high school. However, she could understand their surprise. Sirius would have been the obvious choice for her. Maybe Tabitha was developing a taste for bad boys in her old age.

She sighed quietly and shifted in her seat. Snape turned to look at her in the dark and she looked at him, wistfully, a little ironically. No way he could read the direction of her thoughts. She was a natural-born Occlumens and she was grateful for it now. He couldn't see her blushing, thank goodness.

Gently, he brushed the hair out of her face, and when she closed her eyes, he leaned in to kiss her gently. Groping for his other hand in the dark, heart pounding, she moved in to kiss him back, forgetting about the play, giving herself over to his kiss. She doubted she would ever be able to explain this attraction to anybody else, and furthermore, she didn't care.

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