Sorry it took me so long to put this up!! I took everyone's advice and put both versions up!! However, they have changed somewhat from their original versions, but I hope you enjoy them!! This is the shorter, not as weird version. R&R!! And remember, if you give me Dares, I will try to work them into the story!!

That night in the commonroom Sirius and James faced off in a match of wizard chess as Remus tried vainly to concentrate on the essay they had due in Potions the next morning. He watched James and Sirius disapprovingly, as neither had even attempted to begin their essay. The boys would be up all night trying to finish their essay before it was due.

Thinking about being up all night made Remus think of the Truth or Dare game he and Sirius had started. It was having interesting consequences at the expense of James, and Remus felt it was only fair to let him in on the game, to make up for his humiliation and confusion.

Remus caught Sirius' eye and tried to silently show him that he needed to mention the game to James. Sirius rolled his eyes and moved his piece. "Check."

James squinted at the board as Sirius grinned widely, his grin disappearing almost instantly as James made a move. "And that, Padfoot, is checkmate."

Sirius scowled. "I demand a rematch Prongs. I was… distracted." At the word distracted he glanced at Remus, who was still trying to get him to tell James about the game. Sirius sighed as the pieces set themselves up. He watched as James made his first move, then moved his Knight. He began to get immersed in the chess game and forgot all about telling James about the Truth or Dare game. That is, until he felt a pair of eyes boring into him. He glanced up to see Remus looking at him exasperatedly. Sirius sighed. "Fine, fine," he muttered to himself.

"So… Prongs."

"Yeah Padfoot?"

"Well… what d'you think of games? In general, I mean?"

"Um… they're great. We're playing one right now, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are actually. And about that… there's another game that I think you'd be pretty interested in."

"Really?" James looked up from the chess game, seeming mildly interested in this new game Sirius was going to tell him about.

"Yeah. See, it's a—" Sirius stopped short. His eyes grew wide as his mouth opened and closed silently, like a fish out of water. He clutched his stomach with his hands and he toppled off his seat onto the floor, where he lay motionless.

Remus sat stunned on the couch, and only came to his senses when he saw James leap down to the floor and try to revive Sirius. He joined James next to Sirius and watched as Peter dashed out of the commonroom, presumably to find a teacher. James and Remus were bewildered and had no clue what to do when Lily rushed over.

"What happened?" She sounded breathless. James described what Sirius had acted like right before he collapsed and she nodded briskly. "It sounds like some sort of curse. But he's not breathing, which is bad. I'll try to help." She put her hands on Sirius' face and lowered her lips to his. She took a deep breath and their lips met as she blew air into Sirius' body, trying to revive him. She then put her hands on his chest and pushed three times before repeating the lip 'technique.' Remus and James watched, horrified, as they saw Lily Evans, James' crush since he was a second year, appear to kiss Sirius repeatedly while 'feeling him up' in the chest region. At long last she sat back and watched as Sirius' chest began to rise and fall.

"Good thing my parents taught me mouth-to-mouth." She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and faced James, who was spluttering incoherently.

"What the… how… what were… what?"

She sighed. "It's called Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation. It's a Muggle technique used to get people breathing again once they've stopped. I'm surprised they don't teach it to wizards. And no, I was NOT making out with Sirius Black, and don't you dare think I was." Despite her harsh tone she remained by James' side until Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall rushed in, accompanied by a very frightened-looking Peter.

Madam Pomfrey immediately rushed over to Sirius, who was breathing again. She looked him over and then looked at the three Gryffindors kneeling on the floor next to him. "All right, who's the bright young Gryffindor who knew the mouth-to-mouth technique?"

Lily raised her head. "Me."

Madam Pomfrey nodded briskly. "Ah, good girl. Honestly, what's the use of teaching you all these protective spells if you can't even save a person when they're not breathing? Sometimes I think the Muggles have their priorities better arranged than we do…"

She conjured up a stretcher and floated Sirius out of the room after conferring with Professor McGonagall for a few seconds. She left and Remus walked up nervously to McGonagall.

She looked at him almost gently. "Mr. Black is going to be fine, thanks to Miss Evan's valiant efforts. But you are NOT to visit him tonight, under NO CIRCUMSTANCES. Now, I want you all to bed right now, and believe me, I'll know if one of you is sneaking out of bed, cloak or not. Now good night, and you can speak to Mr. Black in the morning."

She marched out of the commonroom, leaving Lily, James, Remus, and Peter even more bewildered than before. After a few seconds Peter walked back to the couch where he had been sitting to finish his homework. James and Remus retired up to their dormitory, after saying a quick goodbye to Lily, and thanking her very much. After they got up to their room James turned to Remus.

"So she knows about the cloak after all, huh?"

Remus nodded, not trusting himself to speak. They had long suspected that McGonagall and Dumbledore had known of the cloak, but had no evidence up until now. But Remus was still too shaken from seeing Sirius lying on the floor, not moving, not breathing to talk much.

"I think… I'd better go to sleep."

James nodded kindly. "Yeah, that was a hard thing we just saw. But they said he'd be okay, thanks to Lily. Lily. Lily…" He climbed into bed muttering her name to himself and Remus crawled over to his bed and closed the curtains around it. However, he couldn't sleep. Thoughts whirled around in his head, keeping him far from the peaceful bliss of dreams. It was my fault Sirius tried to tell James about the game. It was my fault he almost died. I almost killed Sirius!! I almost killed Sirius!! He tossed and turned in bed, trying to rid himself of these thoughts. He couldn't bear to think of what would happen if Sirius had really gotten hurt. I almost killed him… I almost killed him… I almost… killed… him… I…

It was pitch black in the room when Remus woke up. Judging by his usual impeccable sense of time it was around midnight. For some reason he felt very awake, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for some time. He opened the curtains around his bed and stopped. There was a cold blue light coming from under Sirius' bed. Remus slowly crept over towards it and reached under the bed. He pulled out the game, and the light grew intensely brighter. He stuffed it under his shirt and felt it's incessant tugging. He knew that he had to find Sirius so they could play tonight. They had seen earlier what the game was capable of if it's rules were not obeyed, and they didn't want to find out what else it could do. Putting on slippers and his bathrobe, Remus slipped out of the dormitory and down the stairs to the commonroom. He looked at the last dying embers of the fire and then at the portrait hole. He could burn this game right now, and rid himself of it. The embers still had enough heat to burn it, and then he and Sirius could live without its horrible influence. But as he moved to toss the game in the fire he felt what felt like a cold hand curling around his abdomen. He heard a whispering behind him but when he spun around there was no one there. Remus looked around the commonroom, wide-eyed, and upon seeing nothing, fled for the portrait hole. He was going to find Sirius and figure out how to destroy this horrible game forever.