A/N: Just so you all know, I have decided that Fred and George already have Weasley's Wizard Wheezes up and running already.

Chapter Eight…Snow

"This what ye lookin' for?"

Remus looked at the small bag in the old woman's hand. "Yes, that's it, thank you."

She nodded and named a price. Remus winced but pulled out his money pouch.

Buffy walked round the shop, staring at all the many assortment of animals, such as the dancing rats and purple lizards. She was about to poke her finger into what appeared to be a rabbit's cage when something flew at her. "Ah!"

The woman glowered. "Ye lil' beast, keep away from me costumers!"

Buffy pulled the thing off her shoulder to find it was the winged cat she had seen before. It was pure white, with wide blue eyes and the cutest little face Buffy had ever seen. "Oh, hi little guy. Aren't you a cutie?"

"She's nothin' but trouble, I tell ya'. Keepin' me customers away, that's what she's doin'."

Buffy stared into her wide, innocent eyes. "How much?"

"Wha?" the woman asked.

"How much for her?"

She frowned. "Ya' wan' her, take her. I certainly don't want the bloody thing!"

Buffy smiled and held the little kitten as Remus paid for the bag of food, adding an extra one for the cat. They walked out of the store.

"Isn't she adorable?" Buffy asked him.

Remus looked at the baby creature. "She is rather cute. What are you going to name her?"

Buffy tilted her head at the kitten, thinking. Sapphire, Angel, Jewel, Snow… "Snow!" she answered, smiling at her new pet. "Is that OK with you?" The kitten rubbed her head against Buffy's shoulder in response, purring. "Well I guess that's a yes."

Remus smiled. "She seems to like you. A lot." He reached out, rubbing behind the kitten's ears.

She purred louder, eyes closed.

Buffy smiled. "She's such a little cutie. Isn't that right Snow?" She scratched behind the animal's ears. She seemed to like that the most. "So what else do we need to do?"

Remus looked thoughtful. "Well, I have the book, the cat food. We have her." He nodded at some decision he'd made. "There is this place, a nice little restaurant called The Green Leaf. It's nice."

Buffy smiled. "Well, if the food's good, then I'm in." She followed him as he started down the street.

They arrived there five minutes later. It was, indeed, a nice place, with shiny oak tables and kind employees. Buffy ordered some cheese sticks and ice-tea. Remus ordered chicken and coffee.

"You should go to Fred and George's shop some time," Remus said as he bite into his chicken. "It's rather interesting. I know me and Sirius would have died in excitement had we a store like that when we were young."

Buffy smiled. "Yeah? Were you as bad as they are?"

"Oh," Remus chuckled. "Even worse. Much worse. I do not believe there was even a week when we weren't in trouble."

She giggled. "Oh yeah? Sounds fun. I kinda' wish I'd been able to go to Hogwarts." She took a bite of her cheese stick, chewing. "So it was just you and Sirius?"

Remus looked sad suddenly. Buffy watched him as he swallowed. "No, it wasn't. it was me, Sirius, James, and Peter."

"James and Peter?"

James Potter and Peter Petigrew." Remus set his food down, waiting for her reaction.

"What? James Potter and Peter Petigrew? How? James…and Peter." She frowned. "But I heard that Sirius killed Peter! How…if they were friends…?"

Remus shook his head. "Sirius was framed, remember? He's innocent. It was peter who told Voldemort about James and Lily's hideout. Peter told him everything." He sighed. "Sirius decided to make Peter the secretkeeper at the last minute. None of us could have known how much he'd regret that choice."

"Wow." Buffy took a bite, swallowed. "I'm sorry. I never knew…and he was your friend? Jeez, that sucks." She sipped at her ice-tea. "Why haven't you told anyone?"

"Told someone?" Remus snorted. "And just who do you think will believe me? Or anyone, for that matter? No one, that's who. Not a single person." He sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just…it's so hard to believe. I mean, he was our friend! From our first year to our seventh! And then he went and…" He faltered.

Buffy reached over, squeezing his hand gently. "It's OK. I understand."

He looked into her eyes, then smiled. "Yes, I believe you do." He stood. "I'm exhausted. We've been out for about three or four hours.

"Let's get home, shall we?"