Sirius loved it in YogCity.
Despite the fact that is was a completely foreign world, despite the fact that all he thought he knew was a lie, despite the fact that Dumbledore was a lying manipulative bastard, despite the fact that he had no idea how everyone else was, he loved it.
The people were incredibly nice, even if some were demons. They were patient and always answered his questions with straight answers.
And they weren't magical, too. The boy in charge of him-Jordan-had actually snapped his wand, and dragged him over to get a demon weapon. In the end, he settled with a nice broadsword possessed by a high class shadow demon named Prometheus.
And, even more of a shocker, Harold Sjoberg, the Demon of Fury's Heir, was actually Harry Potter!
He had never felt so relieved in his life that Harry-no, Harold-was safe and happy.