"Wait your dad is a god? How does that work?" Sirius's best friend, James, looked skeptical.

"I'm fairly certain that you know how it works. Dionysus has a ton of kids." Sirius' eyes widened. "Wow! I must have lots of brothers and sisters! Oh no… anyone in the world could be my brother or sister." Then his face paled. "I'm taking a vow of celibacy."

"Sirius you're focusing on entirely the wrong angle here, my friend." James shook his head and laughed. "Shouldn't you have some sort of superpowers? Maybe your mother was lying to you, or she was mistaken."

"I seem insufficiently godly to you? I am wounded." Sirius flourished his last word dramatically.

"You're supernaturally annoying?" James smirked at him.

"So you'll help me find him? Where would one look?" Sirius looked out the window of James' kitchen.

"I mean I guess we should probably look for a party. That'd be a place to start?" James shrugged. Sirius smiled, a party sounded fantastic!

~~9 parties later~~

"Ok, so I am exhausted. I take back everything I said." James leaned up against the wall and yawned. "You are obviously a demigod. It's just that most of your power is devoted to… having a good time?"

"Well, you are familiar with Dionysus as a concept, correct?" Sirius chuckled. "Did your mother teach you nothing?"

"At least she was upfront about the identity of my sire!" James spat back.

"Yeah… fair." Sirius surveyed the room. "Does that guy look godly to you?" He pointed to a rather young looking man; beardless and androgynous, across the room, dancing, and only half dressed. If he wasn't a god, he was probably the most shameless person Sirius had ever seen.

"He looks…" James yawned again, "like he's having a lot of fun."

"It could be him I think." Sirius started to push off the wall when James grabbed his arm.

"Wouldn't he need to be older?"

"He's an immortal deity, you nitwit! He can be whatever age he likes." Sirius rolled his eyes. "He could probably be a swan if he likes. I know Zeus found instance that time…" He barked a laugh.

"That was very strange." James shuddered. "Honestly it sort of came off making the woman look stranger than she might've…"

"She laid eggs, James," Sirius interrupted, "everything about her is strange."

"LAAADS!" The possibly divine youthful looking merrymaker beat Sirius to the punch. Before he could get his bearings on the whole ordeal he had a long and unnaturally graceful arm draped over him. This was very odd.

"Have we met?" James, ever a helpful friend, asked pointedly.

"You may have encountered me, when deep in your cups or else in a mad frenzy. I do not know if I have ever had chance to meet you. But this one looks like more fun, in any case." He smiled at Sirius. "You look familiar! I meet so many people you see… it's a hard life." He cackled at the sarcasm of his last words and winked at Sirius.

Sirius did not need to ask his name and now there was no doubt that this was his sire. The man's eyes… the grey color that reflected light like the stars in the night sky… it was like looking in a mirror. Sirius had always wondered who gave him these strange eyes.

"I believe you may have encountered my mother, some twenty-one years ago, my Lord." Sirius cut to the chase. "I'm afraid it was nine moons or so before my birth so sadly, I missed it."

"Oh no…" the god looked slightly abashed. "Did I forget to check up?"

"I'm afraid so," Sirius nodded. "But here I am."

"Well, I see it now." Dionysus handed him another goblet. "You must be my son with that delectable little shopkeeper's daughter. She was such a pretty thing. Is she alright?"

"I suppose. But to speak plainly, the woman is evil. Hated everything I did. Hated people. Hated fun." Sirius shuddered. "I've only just escaped her upon finding out the truth of my parentage."

"She hated fun? Well, I owe you an apology, my boy!" He slapped Sirius on the back, sloshing the wine in his cup, but miraculously not spilling a drop. "Wait… what's your name again?"

"It's Sirius. And yes. Maybe remember to check up next time." Sirius didn't think his father really understood what a couple of decades under his mother's wrath was really like. There didn't seem to be much gravity in the situation for him though.

The god shrugged his naked shoulders. His skin didn't look quite real. It was unmarred, untouched by the sun. The olive-brown tone of his complexion was perfectly even throughout.

"Well let me make it up to you now, Sirius my son. You look like you know how to drink and be merry, right?"

"I'd say so. He's rightly exhausting…" James groaned.

"Oh hello," Dionysus turned back to James surprised. "You're still here. And definitely human. That's alright. I love mortals. Son, your pet mortal is very nice looking."

"Pet Mortal?" Sirius couldn't help but laugh.

"Beg pardon my lord? But I am no one's pet!"

"No? Would you like to be?" Dionysus lowered his voice suggestively and winked at James.

"Err… father…" Sirius pointedly put himself between Dionysus and James, "is it alright to call you father? Could you please stop looking at my friend like that?"

"See!" Dionysus put your arm around Sirius' shoulders again. "I knew he was your pet! I won't take toys that don't belong to me, don't worry! There's plenty of love to go around!" Then his smile brightened. "You should come with me to Dion, Sirius. I have a whole cult there you know."

"A cult. Lovely." James seemed like he would have liked to have disappeared.

Sirius wondered idly if Dionysus could teach him how to disappear. That would be wicked!

"Well I've never been in a cult before but it sounds great! Not like we had anything better to do." Sirius chuckled at how excited he felt about this. Everything about his father was the exact opposite of his mother, and it was exciting!

"I'm so glad! We'll have such fun together. I just know it. My cult is going to love you!" He playfully pinched Sirius's cheeks before being distracted by some sort of loud noise in the distance, calling him away to bring drinks and laughter to some other guests.