Nine layers of Hell by fvdv123

Chapter 35

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., We can not compare to you… or your bank account… not for our lack of trying from our side. I have to tell you though, that when you are looking down on us from above… we can see under your skirt. Those are the small trills that keep us going. Okay… totally inappropriate but true nevertheless.

AN: I am trying to keep every Layer down to six or seven chapters. So sometimes I have to cut some corners to get it done. The reason? I am an ass? Lazy? Control freak? Maybe it is for people to be able to read my story in one day. Meh, pick one or two and you are probably right.

Previous:

I opened my eyes in the Hogwarts Express at the station… Wtf? What happened yesterday? Hermione would never agree to that! My parents would never allow it! Luna alone would drive Dad up the wall. Most of all, it felt like a dream to me.

I looked outside, a lot of the muggle kids were dressed weirdly. Like this is… why does that kid have a poster of the Rolling Stones on his trunk?

LEVEL FIVE COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY

Wait a fucking minute! Now I get it! ROB used Luna to mess me up! This was a Dream!

35 A Little Shit Again.

I concentrated on the dream and tried to find where it started, it was yesterday! The whole day was a dream! I am glad and sad for Dudley somehow. Glad that he didn't end up with a Harem, and sad he didn't get a Harem… it is hard to please everyone.

I took stock of myself... High-end clothes, my trunk was old but again of very good quality… I better sit down and meditate on who I am. And... there it is! Sirius Fucking Black! The Withe Sheep of the family.

And what do you know, I am a Little Shit again! It is my first year all over! Let's see… The Game is gone, Voldemort's skills and knowledge too… ROB nerfed me well, but not all of it is gone, I remember most of the spells and skills I learned from the last Layer, but I need to train them up again, like my Wandless and silent casting.

After levitating my trunk down and taking my extra pair of shoes out, I put the trunk back. It is still pretty early and I passed my time getting adjusted to my current skill level. No more Fiendfires in the first couple of years. Bummer, I loved that spell.

There is a lot you can do with your shoes if you set your mind to it, levitating, tying the laces, giving them a shoe shine, letting them tapdance. I just stopped myself from vanishing them, that would be bad, the Hag would throw temper, and a Crucio as punishment is not uncommon. Don't blame me, Sirius calls her The Hag, I just keep on calling her that, she is one though.

Someone cleared their throat to get my attention, "Is it alright if I join you here, or do you want to be alone with your shoes?"

I looked at him, Potter of course, I shrugged: "Come in, mate, I prefer someone my age rather than my extra pair of shoes or some snotty upper years. Here let me help with your trunk."

I put my shoes aside and offered my hand: "Sirius Black, the White sheep… no, the White Dog of the Family."

After a shake, "James Potter, I don't know what animal or what color I am. So, a Black?…"