Author's Notes: Facts about the Harry Potter-verse are slowly slipping from my head. I can't remember what happened in which book anymore… please correct if you see any blatant mistakes.

On another note, I'm reading and typing too much Naruto fics lately. I almost put down chakra instead of ki… so glad I caught that mistake.

"To bed, all of you!" Molly Weasley shrilled out. The two cousins and the Weasley family were currently at the Nobel and Most Ancient House of Black. In fear of another demon attack, and this time at the Weasley cottage, Dumbledore invited them to stay in Sirius' home for their own safety.

"But mum!" "Mrs Weasley!" The kids, safely in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place tried to protest. It was two days since they got to the old house for winter break. Two days with no proper answers from the adults.

Oh, he'd tried. Harry did his best to get answers, but no one was talking. The frequent visitors and residents of the Grimmauld Place plead ignorance to the situation, since they were no where near Hogwarts at the time it happened. He debated on owling the headmaster about it, but decided, perhaps, they would talk about it when he came over for the much need Order of the Phoenix meeting.

Of course, as luck would have it, no one was letting they stay downstairs, let alone talk to the members.

"Not buts! Leave it to the grown ups. You kids just go upstairs and don't worry a single thing."

Ron huffed, "We're old enough! Even Fred and George are in the Order-"

"Ronald!" Molly Weasley wrung her hands, casting a nervous sideways glance at Shuichi. The Order was confidential information, but Shuichi knew about from Dumbledore. But that fact clearly was not distributed to the others.

The boy caught himself, admittedly, a bit late. He sworn under his breathe at the idea of giving a Death Eater a hint about the Order. It was bad enough that Shuichi knew its location. The only thing that kept Ron from openly getting rid of the other boy was the fact that the house was under a fidelius charm.

"Let's go to bed, I guess," Harry responded with a sigh, already ascending up the stairs. He didn't want his cousin involved in this. The others followed his lead.

The Nobel and Most Ancient House of Black was less grim than he'd seen it last year. It made Harry depressed every time he looked at it. Sirius must have spent days and months cleaning up while locked up in his house. Yet he wasn't here to enjoy it together.

The second floor had more than enough rooms to allow for each of them to have their own. The rooms weren't sparkly clean, but much better than all that muck and gloomy, musty air it was coated in the year before.

The portrait of old Mrs Walburga Black stayed permanently stuck on the ground floor as she'd always been. As always, right in front of the entrance, screaming at the top of her lungs at any and all visitors. The first time Shuichi saw her, he grimaced at her voice, and learned to stay clear whenever she started her rants. Harry was glad she didn't scare his cousin off.

Kreacher, surprisingly, seemed to like Shuichi - or fear him. Or something him. Harry could never tell with that nasty little critter. When Shuichi and Kreacher first met, the little bugger splat on the floor, muttering about more filthy mudbloods dirtying up his poor mistresses' home. Shuichi merely gave him a pleasant smile and told him gently to 'play nice'. Surprisingly, Kreacher listened, backing up and leaving Shuichi alone after that. This, of course, gave Ron more ammunition to rant about how Shuichi was evil, since Kreacher only respected dark wizards.

Harry sighed, reaching for the door knob of his room. "Night guys." Maybe Fred and George would be nice enough to share information about the meeting with them tomorrow morning.

The other two boys, and Ginny responded in the like before heading off to their own respectable rooms. Harry could've sworn Shuichi's eyes gleamed unnaturally for a moment. But as usual, he chalked it up to a trick of the light.

The floo flashed green, and Albus Dumbledore stepped through, eyes older and wiser than it'd ever been his whole life. He wandered down the narrow stone stairs towards the basement.

It could be said that the Order of the Phoenix was in a state of panic. They'd be right for saying so, actually. The truth of the Hogwarts incident was distributed for the members' knowledge. Fears grew at their helplessness at the situation. They couldn't be blamed for panicking.

"What can we do?"

"Will it continue?"

"How did it happen?"

"Will my babies be alright?"

Eyes focused on their fearless leader, who regarded their questions thoughtfully. "Please, do not worry. I admit, we were caught surprised in this event, but that will not happen again. We are taking greater safety measures in Hogwarts."

His words felt a little dry, even for himself. But there was nothing else he could say without giving away his hidden plans and bodyguards.

"But it's demons we're against!" A voice shouted out.

"We are wizards, my boy. As the past dictates, we have dealt with such problems before." And there will be specialized spirit detectives to help was left unsaid and unknown.

Arguments began again, doubting the Headmasters words. They were demons! He really didn't expect them to fight such beings did you? Heck, half the Order weren't even Aurors to begin with! They had no experience with this!

Moody's stomp of his wooden leg stopped all conversation. All eyes drew on him with fear and curiosity. His magical eye whirled in annoyance. "Albus," the man gruffed out, "I hope you have a hunter on the job."

"A hunter?"

"Of course; they'll help!"

"A demon-hunter?"

"You've contacted one, right?"

The old man cleared his throat, "Please, quiet please." Dumbledore glance at his men gathered around the table in the old Grimmauld Place. "You have my assurance I have asked for help from the best." He told his old friend. His eyes softened as he looked over at Molly Weasley, pale and clutching her husband, "Your children will be fine. He will not allow any harm to come to them."

The members calmed at the old man's words, but Moody merely narrowed his eyes in response. "You have a hunter, right?" he repeated, suspicion building up.

"Do not worry a thing about it, my friend. I have it under control." Dumbledore reassured.

Moody, of course, did not believe him, but he let the topic drop. The headmaster could tell by Alastor's narrow eyes. Nevertheless, he continued on, opting to deal with his dear friend's suspicions later on.

Albus ran his fingers through his beard, contemplating how to proceed. "To our next topic - Voldemort's plans…"

Happy? No. Gleeful? No. Both were too much of an understatement. He was… he was positively euphoric.

His red eyes gleamed in the dark chamber. His complexion was ghastly white, but then again, it always was. Slits appeared where a nose would normally be seen.

"Severus," the snake-like man hissed, "You say that they were able to get into the castle?"

The other man, clad in black with a white skeleton mask on, kneeled deeply into a bow, "That is correct, My Lord."

"Excellent. That was just for a warm up. The old coot won't know what hit him next. " There was a crackle of excitement. "We shall commence to the next plan." There was a shuffling of movement. "The Book."

Harry gasped; his sweaty palms clutched his head in pain. Voldemort was happy. So happy, he could practically taste it in the air. Harry groaned, trying to get his bearings. His head still spun from watching the meeting through the Dark Lord's eyes. And the happiness felt like poison, filled with ideas of destruction.

Flopping back on his bed, Harry breathed deeply, sorting though his memories.

So Voldemort let whatever those things were into Hogwarts? The green-eyed boy growled, cursing the evil lord's existence. He should have known. And knowing Voldemort, there'd be so many more just itching to attack once more.

Sitting up, the brunet shook his head, clearing up his thoughts. No, he could think about this later. First things first; he had to tell the headmaster about his vision.

Besides, it wouldn't be his fault if he overheard part of the meeting while delivering his message.

o-o

Creeping down the stairs, Harry let out a sigh of relief when no one came running out to see what the problem was. He was sure the old, creaking, wooden floors were loud enough to wake the dead.

Inching quietly across the ground floor, Harry slowly made his way towards the stairs leading to the Order meeting room. He glanced a pair of green eyes around, ensuring no one else was present. So far so good. He placed a foot on the steps.

"POTTER."

The boy stiffened at the voice.

"What are you doing here, Potter? Trying to stick your nose in where it doesn't belong again?

Harry bristled at the insult, and the implied probe at where that got him last time. The only thing that kept him from yelling back at the man was the knowledge that his friends were asleep upstairs. "Professor Snape." He greeted with a hiss, "I'm not sticking my nose in anything. I just have something I need to tell Professor Dumbledore."

"And this can't wait until tomorrow?"

He glowered at his professor's tone, "No sir, it's important." He subconsciously rubbed his scar as it started the throb again.

The man looked at him curiously for a moment. "And did it not occur to you that the Order might be already aware of whatever information you think you might have?" Harry blinked where he stood, suddenly remembering that Snape had been in the meeting as well. Before he could comment, Snape turned on his heel, robes billowing around him. "Come on then." He said simply.

Harry stared at the man, bewildered at his response. Did Snape just give in without a fight?

"Don't just stand there, you numbskull; I said 'come on'." The man snarled. Harry followed numbly behind.

Severus Snape knocked on the door to the meeting room of the Order of the Phoenix.

"What's that boy doing with you?" a gruff voice called out from the inside. It was Alastor Moody, of course, looking through the door with his magical eye.

Albus Dumbledore rose to open the door. "Harry, my boy, what is the problem?"

"I…" The young wizard looked around, unsure of what he should say. "It's about… you know…" he rubbed his scar to get the point across.

"Ah, yes, those visions of yours." Harry looked up startled. "Do not worry, dear boy, everyone here is aware of them." Albus added, for the green-eyed boy's sake.

"Yes… well," with a glance at Snape, Harry recounted all that he saw.

"A book?" the headmaster repeated as Harry finished. "Interesting. Did he say what it was for?" A the boy's shake of his head, the old man just smiled, "Very well, then. I believe, if that is all, your bedtime's quite overdue, Harry."

"But Professor!" the boy tried to hold his ground.

"You heard the headmaster, Potter. You've done what you came here to do, now leave." A stark voice cut in.

Harry's green eyes flashed with his annoyance, "Haven't I the right to know about this? I'm the one Voldemort's after! Shouldn't I know what's going on?"

"I does not concern you, Potter!"

"Does not concern me? I'd like to think that having an evil maniac coming after me concerns me, Snape."

"Potter!" Spittle flew with the snarl, "You insolent brat. Just like that mangy -"

The door slammed shut as Harry fled the room and raced upstairs. He didn't need to hear anymore. Sirius had nothing to do with this. Trust the greasy git to make things worse. And to think Harry actually thought he was less of a git today.

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"Was that truly necessary, Severus?" Dumbledore chided mildly, back in the meeting room. The other member had to hold their tongues in order not to defend for the poor boy during the argument; Fred and George in particular.

"Of course." The man simply said, successfully bring a close to the conversation.

The old man clasped his hands together, and stared at his former student. But he let the topic drop. "Alright then, my boy." Albus got back to business, "Do have anything to add to Harry's tale?"

Snape retold basically the same story. "As for the book," the man began, "The Dark Lord has not even told the inner circle about it. He merely sends the Death Eater on raids and to kidnap muggles and muggleborns. All he has disclosed to us is the idea that the book will change the war once and for all."

There was a murmur of fear all around. "Do you know anymore about it?"

"No, Albus. The Dark Lord is very secretive about this matter in fear of any leaks. The Death Eaters have not even been informed where the book came from, let alone what it will allow him to do." The spy shook his head, "I am not even sure if he has obtained the book yet, or who he will send out to do so."

Dumbledore nodded, lines of wrinkles etched on his face. "I see." He closed his eyes, "I fear Voldemort might be a couple steps ahead of us this time." he said gravely. And he dismissed the group for the night.

Kurama's eyes snapped back open, and he let out a shaky breath. That technique took far too much ki for his likings, but it did the job.

A wirily smile appeared on the redhead's face, glad no one noticed the new addition to the potted plants decorating the Order meeting room. Kurama would've preferred being there himself, but there was no way he could stay hidden, especially around the man they called Moody. That vivid blue magical eye of his saw too much.

The fox settled himself back on the bed, a troubled look set on his face. The book they were speaking of…

Even before Botan's visit a few nights later, Kurama could guess the book was most likely already in Voldemort's possession. And he already had a fair idea what the contents were about.

Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody was not pleased with the outcome of the meeting. You could tell it on his face as he came hobbling out of the Order of the Phoenix meeting that night.

"Albus is getting old." He murmured to himself, flooing home for the night. His wards washed over him as he walked through his house. He grabbed a parchment and some quills along the way to his study table.

"He's a fool." He thought back to their conversation during the meeting. The man was too busying trying to calm down the other members to get much done. Who decided to let a housemother into the meeting in the first place? Half the members were not even professionally trained.

The paranoid man dipped his quill into a bottle of ink, laying out a piece of parchment. "Albus should know better than to not hire demon hunters." He said out loud. It did not escape him that the old man kept dodging his question. "We're up against demons; not Death Eaters anymore. The Order is incompetent against them. We need professional help."

Whoever Albus Dumbledore had employed to help clearly were not demon hunters, or else he would've said so. Moody didn't want to know where the headmaster's confidence in the situation came from.

He placed the quill slowly on the parchment, sketching out a letter. Dumbledore might seem to think he knew what he was doing, but Moody was not just going to sit around and watch. Especially when his plot was filled with so many holes.

Alastor rolled up the missive, calling his owl by the window. He stared grimly after it as it flew off into the night.

There was one demon hunter he knew he could trust. The man left his profession; left the wizarding world, years back. It had been a while, but he used to be the best demon hunter Moody used to know.

If Dumbledore wasn't going to call one, he would. For all they knew, there could already be demons lurking in Hogwarts. He couldn't take the chance just because their leader told them not to worry.

"Constant Vigilance." He muttered to himself, getting to bed. Albus should know better.

Somewhere much, much further away…

An owl pecked ferociously at the window, positively famished from the journey. A letter was clutched in his talons.

"Father, there's a letter for you." A boy said, waving the parchment in his hand.

The man didn't look up, busying typing out documents. "Really, I thought I checked the post this morning?"

"An owl, I mean." The boy corrected, and as he expected, his father jolted up in shock. The man promptly snatched the letter from his son's hands. "Mum looked shocked at seeing an owl." The young boy added idly from his spot.

The father swore under his breath, promising to deal with that problem later. He glanced at the letter in his hand. The writing looked familiar, but it was odd, since he'd sworn off the wizarding world when his late wife died.

What could be so important? The man broke the wax seal, and read.

My old friend, it's been a while.
I'm aware you no longer take note of the happening in the wizarding world, but could I convince you to come back just this once?

Are you aware you-know-who, Voldemort, is still alive? The England Ministry of Magic officially declared it early June of this year. I know you don't want your family to be involved in such a thing anymore, and I would't have ask you to come back in any other circumstances. However, we have received word that Voldemort is now recruiting demons.

You were one of the damn finest demon hunter I knew back in the days. I would appreciate it greatly if you would consider helping us in this war. Wizards nowadays are not prepared to battle against demons of any form, or are even aware of them. The Auror program doesn't even prepare Aurors against demons anymore. And don't get me started on how lazy this new generation of wizards are.

I'm not forcing you to accept, but just think of all the children and broken families that will result. If things get too bad, it might even affect your own. Take time to consider and owl me. If you agree, you might be the key hope in winning this war once and for all against Voldemort.

In the mean time, dispose of this letter as soon as possible.

-Alastor Moody

The man gave a sigh, folding up the letter. He crossed the room, pulling out a wand from one of the desk drawers he stored it in. Well this was a problem indeed.

Up in the Spirit World around the same time, ogres rushed about delivering papers. They tried to avoid Lord Koenma's room, where the man sat, moaning in agony.

"No, no, no, no, no! This is bad… this is so bad!" the little prince wailed.

"Maybe it's just misplaced?" the blue-haired ferry-girl suggested, clutching her oar close.

"It's not misplaced, Botan! That book's never supposed to leave that room." Koenma groaned into his hands, blue pacifier bobbing in his mouth. "I should have known that demon riot wasn't all it seemed."

"How do you know it was stolen then and not earlier?" the girl asked, genuinely confused.

The prince shook his head. "Our ogres and ferry-girls were rushing about like crazy for days trying to set things right. Anyone could've slipped in to grab it. It was a golden opportunity, and I highly doubt it was a coincidence." The toddler rubbed his temples, feeling a headache developing, "If I hadn't had George do an inventory check, I wouldn't have found out until it was too late."

He groaned into his little hands, "My father is going to kill me. First the three dark treasure of the Underworlds, and now this!"

The blue-haired girl smile apologetically, "It's not going to cause a lot of problem in the Human World, is it?" she asked.

"Problem? Problem's not even going to cover it! It'll be a massive disaster in the Human World."

The girl froze hearing that. "Lord Koenma, what book was stolen?" she asked, a bit stiffly.

"The Koumajyutsu." He replied, teeth clenching the pacifier, "Demon summoning." The ferry-girl paled at his words. Looking up at his subordinate, the young Lord's voice held command once more, "Botan, report it to Kurama. Tell him to keep his eyes out about the book. We need to know if that England Dark Lord has it or not. And if not, who does." In haste, Botan nodded, rushing out of the room.

But of course, the redhead already knew by then.

A/N: I didn't put a name down for the demon hunter, but I bet you can guess who it is, eh?