A/N: ::dies of absolute shock:: You like my story?!? I got eight reviews!!! EIGHT! Seven of which were in the same day. So as promised, I'll continue. The title contest still stands, because I only got one title submission.

Sapphire_lily- Why thank you!

Amethyst bubble- I know... but it can't be helped.

Eturnal Sailor Earth- You bet!

Bloodfang- then I will. Thanks so much for the title submission. I really like it, but I think I'll keep the contest open a little longer, ok?

Yami- Thanks! I'm glad you like it!

Neko Tiger- Thank you.

Maruken- Really? I thought maybe Hiei was a bit OOC, but maybe not. I'll try to keep them in character as much as possible.

Mystaea- lol. Yes, it will be very interesting when Hiei gets his hands on Voldemort. And you're right about Kurama too. ::rubs hands together:: I CAN'T WAIT!

Thanks so much for all the reviews! You guys all officially ROCK!

And on to...

Chapter 2: Time Zones and Dementors.

London airport was not as crowded as Kurama thought it would be, which was a good thing. They had taken the first flight to England at 8:00 am, and had spent four hours on the plane (A/N: I'm just making up times. A flight between Tokyo and London is probably more like eight hours but...). Hiei looked around nervously. He hated being in new places, especially around crowds of humans. What was worse though (in Hiei's opinion anyway) was the fact that Kurama had forced him into what Kurama referred to as "normal clothes." Hiei had tried to reason that his black tunic and pants were normal, but Kurama remained stubborn and in the end had managed to make Hiei wear one of his old black tee-shirts and a pair of blue jeans. Hiei was obviously not thrilled about the arrangement.

They left the airport and took a taxi to a hotel not far away. Hiei noticed, to his surprise, that it was night. He swiftly grabbed Kurama's wrist and stared at the watch. Just like he thought, the watch read 12:08 pm.

"Kurama, I'm confused. Your watch says it's noon, but it's clearly night time. What the hell is going on? We were only on that damned... thing for what, four hours?"

Kurama laughed quietly, "Hiei, there's a nine hour time difference between London and Tokyo. It's about 3 am here. And please, remember to speak in English. We're attracting looks."

"Oh."

Kurama reset his watch and looked around. "I don't think they let people into the hotel this late at night. Maybe we should find a tree to spend the night in."

"Hn."

"I'm glad you see things my way."

They walked together to a small park near the hotel. It was over grown with various trees and forms of ivy. Even Hiei thought it was a beautiful park. Many of the trees had been left alone for what looked like centuries, so it was not hard for them to find a branch suitable to sleep on. They settled down on different branches, Hiei slightly higher up than Kurama. Both closed their eyes and tried to sleep in the few hours of night that were left.

Kurama was just about to doze off when his sensitive ears picked up a cry of fear. His eyes snapped open and he glanced up at Hiei. Hiei was standing on his branch and scanning the park. Suddenly, he jumped down and called to Kurama, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Hiei darted as quickly as he could across the park. A shadowy cloaked figure was advancing on a red haired woman who lay sprawled on the ground. Hiei felt a rush of cold shoot down his spine as he neared the figure. In his head, Yukina's last screams and pleas played over and over again, to the point where he could barely stand. He charged the figure and slashed at its head with his katana. Instantly, the figure crumpled to the ground, nothing more than a pile of robes and dust. The cold feeling left and Yukina's cries diminished.

Kurama turned the corner in time to see a robed figure turned to dust. Glancing at Hiei's pained face, he turned to the woman. She was sitting up now, looking slightly pale but relieved.

Mrs. Weasley was not having a good day. Dumbledore had sent her by Knight Bus to Diagon Alley to pick up some medicinal supplies. To prevent people from finding out about 12 Grimmauld Place, she had to get off the bus two blocks from home and walk through the park. At night. She managed to get herself lost, of course and then a dementor started chasing her. She fell and cried out, and by some miracle, some one heard her. Out of no where came a short Asian boy with black hair that that was spiked in such a way that made her wonder if he had stuck his finger in one of those electrical sockets that Hermione had mentioned once. He slashed at the dementor with a... sword?!? The dementor crumpled and Mrs. Weasley began to sit up when she noticed another Asian boy coming out of the trees. This one was much taller than the first, who looked like he was maybe seven. He had long red hair and delicate, almost feminine features. He cast a quick glance at his sword wielding companion before turning his attention to her.

Kurama extended his hand to the frightened Mrs. Weasley and said, "Daijoubu desu ka?"

"Huh?"

"Whoops, sorry. Are-are you alright?"

"Yes, but I think your companion may still be slightly affected by that dementor still."

Kurama didn't stop to question as to what a dementor was. He turned to see Hiei staring at the pile of robes that was once the dementor. He was extremely pale.

"Hiei...?"

"What was that thing?"

"A dementor," answered Mrs. Weasley. "It forces you to relive your worst memories in your mind. Though usually only wizards can see them."

Hiei said nothing, so Kurama turned back to Mrs. Weasley. "My name is Kurama, and this is Hiei. We arrived here from Japan just this morning. We are actually looking for information concerning a specific wizard. Perhaps you can help us."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes narrowed slightly, "Depends."

"His name is Voldemort." Kurama could only hope his accent hadn't butchered the pronunciation too badly.

She flinched and hissed, "Why would something like that concern to Japanese wizards?"

"First, we are not wizards. Hiei there is a fire demon. And secondly, if you must know, we are looking to kill him."

"Using any means possible, preferably with lots of torture involved," Hiei finished.

Mrs. Weasley relaxed slightly, "And why would you want to do that?"

It was Hiei who answered this time. "He tortured and killed my only sister with me sitting right there. Is that reason enough?"

She seemed to consider the two for a moment and then signaled for them to follow her. She led them out of the park to 12 Grimmauld Place. She opened her mouth to tell them how to enter the house, when Hiei said calmly, "I'm going to guess the place that we're headed is that very well warded house between 11 and 13 that is invisible to the human eye."

Mrs. Weasley's mouth dropped, "You really are a demon aren't you."

"Hai. Err.. yes."

She sighed, gestured for them to be silent, and lead them into 12 Grimmauld Place, the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix.