Title: I've Never and Truth without Dare
Summary: The teachers have decided the seventh years needed to get to know each other. Why not play I've Never and Truth without Dare? Nothing is as it seems. AU, Slash, After the war
Disclaimer: *holds up the last Harry Potter book* If I had written this book Severus would be alive and kicking, Harry Potter would most likely turn out gay and hmm... I couldn't have written it anyway J.K Rowling did it before me!
Warning: Slash and I am ignoring Severus' and Albus' death(many who dies will be alive in this story). It is going to be Harry/someone(male) pairing and I am going to leave some hints in the story. Can you guess whom?

A/N: I know I wrote sixth years but I forgot the war was over. The students does their seventh year all over again because of the war (it is over). They're seventeen some even eighteen.

Table arrangement (I've Nevers):
Professor Minerva McGonagall (0)
Millicent Bulstrode (0) - Vincent Crabbe (1)
Hermione Granger (1) - Neville Longbottom (1)
Tracey Davis (1) - Gregory Goyle (1)
Lavender Brown (2) - Seamus Finnigan (1)
Daphne Greengrass (1) - Professor Severus Snape (1)
Parvati Patil (2) - Harry Potter (3)
Blaise Zabini (2) - Draco Malfoy (2)
Dean Thomas (1) - Ron Weasley (1)
Theodore Nott (1) - Pansy Parkinson (1)

Chapter 2

Lavender thought for a moment before she said: "I've never stolen anything." At this everyone raised their hands. The parchment glowed and the question: "The most valuable thing you've stolen." appeared. Minerva: "One of Tom Riddle's books. It was written in a weird language." Harry looked at her amazed and asked: "So it was you who took it? Did you know it was written in parseltongue." Everyone turned to Harry who just indicated for Millicent to continue. "My father's cane."

Hermione: "Ingredients from Professor Snape's personal storeroom." At this Severus smirked smugly. Tracey: "My mother's dress." Daphne: "My mother's jewellery." Parvati: "Some chocolate from Honeydukes." Blaise: "Some muggle candy from Hermione." Dean: "A painting set." Theodore: "Some of the sweets Fred and George makes."

Pansy: "One of Dray's black shirts." Draco turned towards her and glared. "I was going to use it on my date." She hid behind Ron who went next. "I, Hermione and Harry stole Helga Hufflepuff's heirloom, which was turned Horocrux, from Bellatrix' vault at Gringotts." Draco: "Some Polyjuice Potion from Slughorn in sixth year."

Harry looked thoughtful before he answered smugly: "I stole the real Horocruxes and placed believable copies in their place." Eyes widened and mouths fell open in pure shock. Hermione looked at him as if he was crazy, something he definitely wasn't, but they didn't know that. "You're not going to tell me that Voldemort is still alive!" she shrieked. Harry only smiled when he said: "I only answers to I nevers." He gestured for Severus to continue. "I helped Harry." he said and looked Harry straight in the eye to make sure his message was sent. 'Up for a game?' Harry answered with moving his eyes to the ceiling and then to the floor and back again to meet Severus' gaze.

Severus and Harry had been together since sixth year and knew each other as well as they knew the third mate in the relationship. Tom Riddle widely known as Lord Voldemort were their third mate. They had discovered this a week after when they had been called to a Death Eater meeting. Yes, Harry was a Death Eater at that time but after the Dark Lord found out about it both Harry and Severus soon found themselves in the position as equals to Tom. No one knew their identity but a selected few of the Inner Circle. To the other Death Eaters they were either known has the Dark Lord's Consorts or Shadow (Harry) and Venom (Severus).

Seamus were next: "Some chocolate." Gregory: "Some Polyjuice Potion." Neville: "Some herbs." Vincent: "Some Polyjuice Potion."

It was Daphne's turn to say a I've never. "I've never been a bully." No one raised their hands and it was Parvati's turn. "I've never shaved my face." Every male but Harry and Severus raised their hand. They both wore smug expressions. The parchment didn't glow and it was Blaise's turn.

"I've never cried myself to sleep every night when I was six years old." Only Harry and Severus raised their hands. Thankfully the parchment didn't glow. They didn't think they needed any more pity.

Harry sighed slowly. "Dean your turn."

R&R

~Aer Atri Dulci~