Okay, so sorry for the delay, but I didn't really know how I wanted to write this chapter. It took me awhile to figure it out. About half of this is just filler for rest of Sirius' third year at Hogwarts, but the last part is pretty important to the plot. A reviewer gave me the idea for the bit, and I fell in love with it. This chapter is dedicated to you, Sassydoe.

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Thank you all so much, and please enjoy this chapter!

Sirius goes back to Hogwarts. He is constantly distracted by thoughts of his father's warning. His friend's assume he is worried by Voldemort's rising power. They pull lots of pranks in an attempt to cheer Sirius up. (Chapter 8)

"Are you feeling alright, Sirius?" Marlene asked, sitting next to the despondent boy.

"Huh," Sirius mumbled, jumping slightly and dropping the quill he had been twirling in his hands. "Oh, hey, Marlene. Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

"For an entire month?" Marlene asked with a snort before turning serious. "Honestly, Sirius. We're all worried about you. James is going out of his mind. Even Lily is curious as to what's wrong."

"It's nothing," Sirius sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Just worried about the war, is all."

"Yeah," Marlene said. "I guess I understand. You're probably all up in the middle of that with parents like yours, right?"

Sirius frowned, but nodded his head anyway. His parents had never announced to the wizarding public that he had been kicked out. Sirius supposed it was for appearances, and he wasn't about to go out of his way to tell anyone.

"They are really into blood purity," he agreed instead, turning back to the essay he was supposed to be writing. It was due in a week, but Sirius just wanted to get it over with. "I'll see you around, Marlene. I really want to get this Charms essay out of the way."

"No problem, Sirius," Marlene said, clapping him on the back and leaving him alone.

"So what do we do?" James asked Sirius curiously, handing over the box of soap he asked the house elves to get him.

"Soap, when heated up, looks an awful lot like bread, James," Sirius said with a grin, pulling out a bar of soap and waving his wand.

He broke off a piece and showed it to James.

"Wicked," James grinned. "Now we just heat all of these up and ask the house elves to replace the Slytherins' bread at dinner with the soap."

"Exactly," Sirius grinned, pulling out more bars of soap to begin heating them up.

It only took a few minutes for the two boys to finish preparing their prank. As soon as they were both done, they called in a house elf to plant the soap in place of the Slytherins' bread. This had been too easy for the two fourteen year olds.

"Really?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking at the two boys with raised eyebrows from across her desk. "You fed the Slytherins soap?"

"Oh come on, Professor," James grinned. "Even you have to admit their expressions were priceless. The look on Lucius Malfoy's face."

No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, a small smile curved the Transfiguration professor's lips.

"Well," she said slowly, as if testing the words out. "As there was no one injured during this little prank of yours, I see no reason to take off any house points, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black." Here Sirius and James shot each other grins. "However, I will be forced to give you both a detention with me this Friday at seven o'clock precisely."

"That's all, Professor?" Sirius asked dubiously, staring at Minerva like she had a second head. "Normally you'd give us like a week."

"Don't push your luck, Sirius," Minerva said sternly, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Now, get out of my office. And remember, seven o'clock."

"Yes, Professor!" both boys shouted as they jumped from their seats and ran from the room together.

"I can't believe she only gave us one detention," James grinned as he and Sirius stopped outside the Room of Requirement. They had discovered it last year while trying to escape from Filch.

"Yeah," Sirius agreed, stepping inside the room. During the run to the seventh floor, he had lost his grin and was back to the blank expression he'd been wearing since the start of the new term.

James followed Sirius into the room. Their were two arm chairs set up in front of a fireplace, just the way the two boys liked it when they were alone together.

"Are you feeling okay, Siri?" James asked, sitting in one of the armchairs. "You've been down ever since term started up again. Don't you dare say it's because of You-Know-Who, either. You and I both know that's a huge lie."

Sirius frowned. James was his best friend. He would understand, right? Besides, if he kept all of this bottled up inside of himself he would explode. He needed to talk to someone. Why not James?

"Will you promise not to tell anyone, Jem?" Sirius asked, looking at James with worried eyes.

James frowned. Sirius only called him Jem when he was really upset.

"Anything, Siri," James promised, leaning forwards to look intently at his best friend, no, his brother. "I swear I won't tell a soul unless you tell me it's okay."

Sirius nearly smiled at the accidental pun James had just made.

"It's a little out there, Jem," Sirius started, "but I swear I'm telling the truth. Yeah, well, it all started when my parents kicked me out. Apparently, Orion Black isn't actually my dad." Sirius paused for an interruption from James, but, when there was none, he continued on. "My real dad's name is Thanatos. You know all those Hellenistic myths?" James nodded his head. "Well, apparently they're real, and my dad is the Ancient Greek god of death."

"You've got to be kidding," James said, staring at Sirius with wide eyes.

Sirius couldn't hold back his groan. He should've known James wouldn't believe him.

"You mean to tell me," James continued before Sirius could say anything else, "that your dad is the god of death and not the god of pranks?"

Sirius stared at his friend for a good minute before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

"You'd be surprised," Sirius finally managed to say. "Death actually has quite the sense of humor." James and Sirius both broke into another fit of laughter. "But yeah, my dad is definitely the god of death. I've met him a few times and everything."

"That's wicked," James grinned. "At least now you know why you don't fit in with the Blacks."

"True," Sirius agreed with a wry grin. "Very true. Anyways, I went back to America over the winter break because that's where this camp is for demigods, or the half-blood children of the gods. Which ever you prefer."

"I think demigod would be less confusing," James mused, lost in thought for a second before jumping back to attention.

"That's the one I like best too," Sirius said with a smile. He wished he had thought to talk to James sooner. His best friend always made him smile. "Anyway, so I was back in America and two pretty big things happened."

"Your dad is a god, and that's not the biggest news you've heard?" James asked, completely baffled by Sirius, who just grinned and shrugged.

"Yeah, well, Zeus, the king of Olympus, his weapon was stolen along with Lord Hades' Helm."

"You call Hades lord, but the king just gets Zeus?"

"My father's domain is the Underworld, therefore Hades is my king, not Zeus." Sirius most definitely did not jump at the distant thunder that rumbled through the cloudy skies. "Anyways, it's really bad that both of their symbols of power are missing, and to top it all off, my dad goes and drops this huge bombshell on me about what being his son entails."

"Why do I have a feeling it's something to do with dead people?" James asked sarcastically. Sirius glared at him.

"I'm supposed to be some angel of death/grim reaper type thing," Sirius explained solemnly, looking down, not wanting to look James in the eyes as he said the next sentence. "I'm supposed to kill people."

Sirius nearly jumped when he felt James' hand on his arm.

"It's not killing people, Sirius," James said softly, looking deep into his friend's pain-filled eyes. "It's just helping them pass on to end their pain."

Sirius looked at his best friend for a pregnant pause before launching himself at the slightly younger boy.

"Thank you," he mumbled into James' shirt.