Here it is, everyone and I am sorry for the delay. I am finally better and made this chapter longer for all of you! Hope you have fun reading this and review to tell me what you thought. If I get enough reviews I think I'll make another chapter or two with truth or dare . If not I'll just start the have you ever game. Warning! This story is going to get a little dark and sexual. That's the reason I put this story under M but if anyone reports this I am going to be super mad! I have warned everyone! So its not my fault if someone reads this and say its inappropriate.

I do not own Harry Potter and I feel very sad about that T-T boo.

Harry opened his eyes to the blaring morning light.

Uhh! he thought, falling back down on the bed.

Its too early to get up!

He casted tempus and it revealed the time to be 7:52 am.

Harry groaned and laid on his back, green eyes looking up at the high up sealing.

He could not help, but think of last night's proceedings. It almost seemed like a dream. Everyone seeming to get along and even a few romances thrown into the mix.

Who would have thought Sirius Black and Severus Snape would be in a romantic relationship?

Harry snickered and tucked back his long raven locks. Even when it reached past his shoulders he refused to cut it. He thought it was a better look for him and kept the legendary Potter hair at bay.

What the hell was wrong with me? Flirting with the Dark Lord? I'm supposed to be the Light's Savior.

Harry could not help, but start doubting his position. If Dumbledore truly cared for him he would have saved him from the Dursley's. No matter how much he begged and pleaded, Dumbledore kept sending him back. Even when his godfather was more than willing to have him stay at Grimmauld Place.

Every summer he would go back to the Dursley's and they would make him do hard, back breaking work and be forced to make all the food. Not receiving any for himself. Hell, he never even received a 'thank you' or a 'good job!' He was forced to do the cooking since he was four years old and every time Aunt Petunia had guests over she would receive all the credit. Berated, beaten, starved, and ridiculed. All because of the magic inside him and the scar on his forehead. When he was younger, he had thought the scar looked cool. It was the only thing that gave him an identity. Vernon and Petunia only called him "Boy" and Dudley always called him "Freak."

If only he had a loving family from the very start. Harry would have grown up happy and not have such a hard life.

When he first came into the wizarding world he thought it was the most beautiful place possible. But then he learned of the prejudices the wizarding society carried and how much they believed murder, starvation, and desperation was the only thing for those classified as 'Dark.' Remus himself was a werewolf and he was as far as you can get from Dark. He could barely cast a Riddikulus! on a Boggart without feeling guilty about it.

The wizarding world needs to change, Harry thought, and I am the one who is going to do it!

Harry got out of the bed and dressed himself. Walking down into the kitchen, he realized he wasn't the only one who was up.

"Good morning, Harry," said Hermione.

He nodded to her and smiled, "Morning, Mione, want some breakfast?"

Hermione looked very happy and gushed, "I would love some. You know how much I enjoy your cooking!"

Harry chuckled at the witch and began gathering all the ingredients to make a giant breakfast. No doubt everyone would be hungry when they woke up. Dark or Light, man or woman, everyone needs to eat.

Not 20 minutes later people started to wonder into the kitchen.

Draco and Blaise walked into the kitchen and then stopped.

"What is that heavenly smell?" sniffed Draco.

"Breakfast, now take a seat and wait until everyone comes down. Its almost ready," stated Harry.

They did as he said and within the next few minutes everyone else came in as well.

The Dark Lord and the others sat down at the table watching Harry with suspicious looks in their eyes.

He clucked his tongue, "Relax, I'm not going to poison you. I bet you all are hungry, dig in."

He levitated all the food onto the table and everyone pounced on it.

"I call the pancakes!"

"Back off, Malfoy, those sausages are mine!"

"Draco, haven't I taught you any manners? Chew before you choke on something!"

"Touch that Bacon and your dead."

"Ohhh! Biscuits!"

"Waffles are best served with maple syrup, here have some!"

"Can you past the toast, Moony?"

"Blueberry and chocolate muffins are my favorite!"

"He even made crepes? I can't make a crepe to save my life!"

"Pass the scrambled eggs, please?"

Harry ate his treacle berry tart and watched in amusement as his food was inhaled by the group. Nothing satisfied him more than watching people eat his food. It proved to him he could really do something right and normal.

"Is everyone done eating?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked at the group and nodded. "What game do you want to play today?"
"Let's play Truth or Dare!" screamed Ron.

Lucius looked confused. "What's that?"

Harry decided to help the Pure Blood. "Its a game where you pick to tell a truth or do a dare. Its your choice, but it gives a chance for everyone to think of a creative way to embarrass slash humiliate you."

"Its really popular in the dorms though I have never played it myself," shrugged Blaise.

The group walked to the living room and each took a seat where the bottle was from last evening.

"The game goes like this: Someone spins the bottle and whoever it lands on has to pick either truth or dare. If they pick truth the person who spun gets the chance to ask whatever he/she wants. If they pick dare then the person needs to think of an action they HAVE to do. Everybody got it?" asked Harry.

"How do you know if they are telling the truth or not?" asked Hermione.

Harry thought about this for a moment before looking at Severus.

Snape noticed this and scowled. "What are you looking at me for?" he sneered.

"Do you have any veritaserumon you?"

"Of course I do," he snarled.

"Can we use it for the game?"

"What would I get for it, Mr. Potter?"

"I will give you Basilisk skin for the Veritaserum."

Snape gasped, his mouth hanging wide open.

The teens laughed at the picture the potion's master made.

He shut it and sputtered, "And where did you acquire this extremely rare ingredient?"

Harry shrugged and said, "Second year, when everyone thought I was the Heir of Slytherin and was using the Basilisk to attack Muggleborns. I killed the serpent and its corpse is still in the Chamber."

"Anyway..." dragged Remus.

"So who goes first?"

'Me, pick me, I want to go first!" shouted Draco.

"Draco, you are a Malfoy! Act like it for once," bellowed the older blond.

Draco pouted and spun the glass bottle.

It landed on Ron.

Draco smirked, "Truth or dare, Weasel?"

Ron scowled and muttered, "Dare. I'm not afraid of you."

"I dare you to eat dog food," he ordered.

A can of wet dog food appeared in front of Ron. The adults scrunched up their noses at the smell while Sirius and the teens took the less dignified approach. Gagging and plugging their noses at the putrid smell coming from the can.

Ron lifted the can up and sniffed it.

Harry thought Hermione was going to puke by the color of green she was. She never did have a strong stomach.

(Try watching Monsters Inside Me while eating and then tell me if you have a strong stomach or not.)

Ron Weasley simply shrugged and downed it in one gulp.

"Bleeeeeeeeck!"

And there goes Hermione's breakfast.

Harry gave his best friend a look.

"It doesn't taste too bad," smiled Ron.

"BUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!"

Who knew Malfoys had such weak stomachs?

"What? What did I do wrong?" asked Ron.

"That was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen," stated Voldemort.
Most of the adults nodded while Sirius shook his head.

"James did something even more disgusting. He could drink a whole bottle of skeletal-grow and not get sick. I believe that man had a stomach made of steel. He could down anything and not bat an eye. Both admirable and nauseating at the same time," explained Sirius.

Harry grimaced at the memory of his experience with skeletal grow. The first and last time he will ever swallow that putrid, disgusting liquid.

"Next!" he exclaimed.

Ron spinned the bottle and it landed on Hermione.

"Dare," she stated.

"Touch Malfoy's hair," he blurted out.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"

"Senior," he said eagerly.

She shrugged, got up, and walked over to the tall Malfoy.

Hermione ran her hands through the silky pale locks.

Lucius Malfoy did the most unexpected thing ever for a Malfoy.

He purred.

She giggled and removed her hand, even when he mewled in disappointment.

Draco gave a shocked look at his father and gaped.

"Father?" he squeaked.

Lucius cleared his throat, "Next person."

"Mr. Malfoy? Why do you have such long hair?" inquired Hermione.

Lucius huffed in annoyance. "Do you know nothing about status, Ms. Granger? The length of a person's hair shows the public their status and is of course a pureblood tradition. Not many people other than the true members of society, practice this method anymore."

'Oh, that's interesting!" stated the ever the eager to learn, Hermione.

Sorry if this was so short! I really wanted to get a chapter out their and if any of you have any suggestion just pm me. Thanks and I'll get right on that next chapter!