Nine layers of Hell by fvdv123

Chapter 42

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"Welcome, Heroes" I heard the old goat say.

42 A new Level…

We broke our kiss off and looked around, our battle instinct took over, we turned around with our backs against each other and started freezing the people facing us. I did Dumbledore first and Snape, then the rest I was facing, Lilly did the same with her half. We surprised them with our Wandless spells, they had no time to react.

"Put them asleep until we figured out when and how we got here," I told Lilly.

Dumbledore and Snape got a double dose of my sleeping spell, both got disarmed from wands and portkeys. Then we took stock of our situation. A tempus showed 15 July 96, just a few weeks after Harry stormed the DoM. What went wrong?

Lilly and I examined each other, we aged up to 16? ROB no doubt, "Welcome Heroes, he said, what happened with the local ones?" I asked, "What happened to Harry and Neville in the DoM?"

Lilly inspected the sleeping members of the Order, "Molly is up to her old tricks, Fleur got it bad for Bill. No, Molly can't stand Fleur, it must be Dumbledore or Bill. Lupin has loyalty potions up to the gills, Tonks is showing signs of something I can't detect. The others are surprisingly clear from potions and compulsions, which is strange, it is the Modus Operandi for Dumbledore in all the Layers I have been and the ones you told me about."

I groaned: "A Layer with a GOOD Dumbledore? I can't stand that creep! Nope, here is Harry's cloak! He still can be the bad one, I'm putting the wand and cloak in my Mokeskin poach."

I smiled when I checked her out, "You, my dear, are looking very Yummy! Come here and give me a snog before we wake them up. We are finally old enough for some action."

Lilly jumped in my arms and said: "I agree, these last two Layers were frustrating, we are going to enjoy life a bit."

Xxxxx

After a snogging session with a lot of groping and heavy patting for a half hour, we woke the stooges up. We started with Dumbledore, we woke him up and only released the head from our spell. The rest of the bones from his body were still locked up, and couldn't move an inch.

"Call your bird here, old man," I demanded, "Whether or not he passes our inspection will define life or death for you. Don't bother to flame out, that will hurt like a bitch."

Dumbledore looked us over and asked: "Sirius Black and Lilly Evans? How is this possible?"

Lilly frostily answered: "If Fawkes doesn't pass our inspection you won't be alive long enough to find out old man. Call the bird or we skip it and kill you just to be sure."

Fawkes appeared before us, I let him land on my arm while Lilly examined him. "He is clean, Siri, except for a tracking spell. A shame, I really wanted to kill him. You are lucky, Dumbledore. Siri, we better wake everyone up. Make a perch for the bird first."

"Wait! How is this possible? The ritual doesn't revive people!" Dumbledore almost demanded to know.

"We will wake everyone up, old man, and before you demand answers, you better start answering our questions first, got it?" I bit back, "We can always put you back to sleep and get our answers from your puppets."