Monster

Summary: HPYYH Crossover. Post HBP. After the tragedy of the previous year, the Order has fallen apart with little hope of repair. Arthur Weasely knows it's finally time for him to bring out his last resort…Full Summary Inside…Slash

FULL SUMMARY: After the tragedy of Dumbledore's death, the Order of the Phoenix appears to be on it's last leg. Arthur Weasely realizes it's finally time to carry out his brother's last wish. He had read the letter enough times to know his older sibling was right. How do you fight a monster of a human? You find a bigger monster.

Pairings: Hiei/Kurama, Ron/Hermione, Botan/Koenma, (HINTS OF…) Yusuke/Keiko, Kuwabara/Yukina

Chapter One

It was strange to go back to the house again at the beginning of the summer Dumbledoreless. Not just for Harry, though the boy was showing how hard he had been hit more than anyone else. He had kept it bottled up until the car ride to the headquarters. But the angry tears had stopped just as soon as they had started. It was the depression that Harry had been stricken with that lingered oh so persistently over the boy's already troubled head.

The Order meetings- now run by Arthur, given his family history- were spent discussing Harry's health. Not physically, but mentally. The boy's depression wasn't the only behavior he had been showing off since the beginning of the summer. He had put on displays of anger, surprising and sometimes extreme happiness (followed closely by a three day vanishing act to his room), and, much to everyone's surprise, very flirtatious behavior to not only Ginny, but Hermione as well. Both girls had taken to avoiding the overly affectionate boy in favor of hiding in their room until they were sure he was at least three rooms away and could not pick out their voices from any others.

Harry, however, was slowly becoming the least of their worries. Dumbledore was gone, which meant Voldemort had finally achieved his life long goal: becoming the most powerful wizard alive. And of course, with his life long dream achieved, there was only one thing left to do. Kill Muggles. Voldemort was enjoying himself a lot these days. Muggles were murdered by the dozens on the streets, in their homes, and anywhere else if the Dark Lord was in a creative mood. The Ministry of Magic was at a loss. They had even gone as far as naming Voldemort a 'mutant' on the Muggle news and gave the right to kill him on sight. So far, thirteen bullets had been fired at the wizard. None of them had found their mark.

And so Arthur Weasely, the technical leader of the last remaining Voldemort resistance group, was out of options. He had finally turned to the one thing he feared more than the Dark Lord himself.

He had chosen, of all the times, breakfast, to break the news to his wife and children. Why Arnie Weasly had chosen Japan to make his home was beyond him, but it made it easier in a way. It gave him more time to prepare. After all, he had once promised himself he would never let it get that far. Of course, he had failed himself in that sense…

Molly was eyeing him from across the table. She and Bill, whose face had healed surprisingly well considering what had happened to him the year before, were positioned at one end of the table, while he had seated himself at the other. His wife's eyes bore into him in a way that screamed she knew what was about to come out of his mouth.

If only she knew…

Arthur cleared his throat and sat up straighter. None of the house's occupants (a disgruntled Harry, who was glaring at Ron, who was talking softly with Hermione, who was seated next to Ginny, who was laughing at Mad Eye Moody's behavior towards his mashed potatoes, who was across from Lupin, who was simply staring at his half full plate with something akin to hate, and so on…) acknowledged him. Molly cleared her throat with more feeling, immediately silencing the chatter around her. She nodded to her husband, "Talk."

Arthur suddenly regretted his decision with all these expectant eyes on him. He knew what they thought of him and his job as the leader. He was terrible at it, not even his family could deny that. And now, to tell them this with out even explaining…

"I've been doing a lot of thought lately…about our situation…"

There was a lot of shuffling from Lupin and Moody's direction. Arthur winced, knowing exactly what was running through their minds. Here comes another screw up…

"I've come to a decision," he paused, glancing apologetically at Molly. Please forgive me…

"I remembered, last night, something my brother asked me to do if, God forbid, we ran out of options…" He closed his eyes, for the first time in many years unable to look at his wife, "I've made a decision…" He looked at Harry, finding hard green eyes staring back at him, "I know that Harry…that Harry is the one who was supposed to bring His downfall…but so far this has yet to happen…" Harry's glare hardened considerably, Arthur winced, "My brother and I knew that if Voldemort's hold got too strong…that either he…or in the event of his death, me, would have to take certain measures to defeat him. Now I must go through with it…"

The man's hands found the table. He felt nauseous. The danger he was putting these people in. This action he planned to take could end in not only his death, but in the death's of everyone present and more.

…Did he really have the right to put them in such danger?

His conscious had no answer.

"Arthur," Molly's soft and ever comforting voice broke through the storm of uncertainty going on inside of him. He looked up at his wife, trying to convey how helpless he felt to her and her alone. She looked back at him sympathetically, but the expectant look in her eyes didn't fade, "Arthur, tell us what's going on…what did Arnie want you to do?"

Hearing his brother's name spoken out loud threw it so sharply into perspective the Arthur had to bring a shaking hand to his eyes.

"I can't say…not yet…"

Moody's growl came from directly beside him and he wasn't surprised to feel a light pressure on his shoulder, "And why not?"

The odd mix of worry and anger threw Arthur off even more, "I have to see…"

"See what?" Lupin's tone didn't mask how anxious he was. The redhead looked again at his wife. Her eyes were screaming at him…tell me…

The whisper escaped him before he could stop it, "I need to see him first."

The silence that followed nearly made the poor man at the room's head snap. He looked around at the confused and worried faces, begging them not to…

"Who, Arthur?"

..ask. He didn't even know who had said it, but the damage was done. He knew there was no way they would let him leave with out explaining now. Moody's hand pushed him gently back into his chair. He looked at his lap, at a loss of what to do.

"I don't know were to start…"

"Who is he?" It was, surprisingly, Harry who voiced the question that was undoubtedly on everyone's minds. Arthur looked up at him and saw the bitterness in the young yet battle worn face.

"My nephew."

Another silence followed this statement. Several people who had know the brilliant Arnie Weasely looked shocked and horrified that this mystery child had existed all this time and no one had known about it. Molly's stiff voice broke through the confusion.

"Why didn't he tell us…why didn't you?"

Arthur looked up at her slowly, "Because…because…some part of me was in denial…what that child was…it was so…so wrong…"

"What does that mean?" Molly's tone turned demanding. She was hurt, he knew that. He had failed to reveal possibly the biggest secret he had ever held to her. It was only natural.

"He…" Arthur had resigned to tell the truth by now. He looked at Harry, begging for forgiveness. He knew the boy felt his role as savior had been stolen. This would hopefully put his rage at ease.

"He's not human."

I'll give you three guesses as to who it is. But there are two YYH characters you may have a hard time deciding between. I'll give you a hint: the difference maker and the thing that made my decision is obvious. Think about it. Please review.