A/N: From the dynamic duo who brought you Glimpsing Happiness and Like the Storybooks, PJ and I are excited to bring you A Twist of Fate! Enjoy our third Blackinnon AU! Read it on her account (EnthusiasticSloth) too!

Over the course of his life, Sirius had grown rather accustomed to the sound of his mother's screaming. It wasn't even always directed at him. He learned to tune it out regardless.

The weather was just lovely outside and as per usual, the vines in his yard behind the family shop grew more prosperous than any of the neighbors. Those vines were a little thing he prided himself on. For all the disappointment and shame he brought his mother, she could never say that he was disappointing in the realm of growing grapes.

He stood in his family's shop beneath their living quarters, the Grecian sun seemed much cheerier than his day was going, but he seemed to have an innate ability to bounce back. Sirius was, by nature, jovial. It surprised even him considering the woman before him was his mother.

"Are you even listening to me!" His mother stomped her foot. "You can't just give away our food! We have a shop to run! We aren't meant to let filth rob us! Especially not on purpose."

His grandfather—his mother's father, as he knew nothing of his father nor any paternal relatives—had been a merchant. The family, for generations, had managed a little spot at the Agora where they sold wheat and barley, as well as freshly baked bread. They'd started selling fruit and wine as well during Sirius's lifetime.

"The man was hungry, mother." Sirius sighed, this was an old fight. "Besides, it wasn't as if the food was flying off the shelf today. It might have gone bad before anyone came round to purchase it."

"He was just a slave." She huffed. "It's not your place to go feeding other people's slaves."

"He's a person," Sirius flinched knowing this would not go over well, but nothing really did with his mother, so he let himself continue "And was hungry. I fed him. We're fine. You're not going hungry, are you, Mother?"

"You horrible little ingrate! I wish…" She hesitated, "I wish I'd never met the damned god of wine! You have no respect. For me or for humanity in general!"

Sirius froze, "I'm going to put aside how that is objectively false, and ask you… what does this have to do with the god of wine? Dionysus?"

"Yes, I guess that it's out in the open then. He was the one who left me with you." She threw a rag at him.

Sirius' whole world spun around upon itself in an effort to rearrange everything he knew and thought was true up to this point with the last sentence that rang out in his mother's acid-filled voice.

She had been young when he was born. She was still young, really. Not yet 40. Her dark olive complexion showed no hint of age. Not a single grey had appeared in her thick black hair, which she kept in a braid these days. She would have been a stunning young woman, Sirius was sure, if she hadn't been so awfully unpleasant. Perhaps she had been better at hiding it 20 some years ago, especially when the god of wine was involved.

Bizarrely, he found himself wondering what Dionysus looked like, and wondering if he resembled him at all. That was an idiotic thought because no god could even be seen in their true form. He probably looked like some sort of great and terrible blinding light. Sirius looked like… a person. Not unlike his mother even, excepting their eyes. The way they saw the world was entirely different. Her amber eyes were hateful while his steel grey ones at least tried to see the good in people.

"...So… My father… is the god Dionysus?"

"Yes. Unfortunately. Clearly, he didn't have any use for you either." She spat.

"Does he know?" Sirius turned to stare at his mother.

"Well, I assume that he must. He's a god and all." She shook her head in disgust.

"Perhaps he was busy! Forgot to check in!" Sirius looked out at the little town he called home, as if Dionysus would suddenly pop out of one of the shops. "Gods tend to get around you know." He smirked, "Well I guess you really do know… but…"

"Bite your tongue young man!" She spun to slap him but Sirius was already at the door.

"Mother, you're going to have to find someone else to mind your shop and take your insults. Turns out I'm not a young man, I'm a young demi-god and I think I'm off to find my father. Thanks for… Yeah, not a lot…"

"You can't just… leave!" She moved from behind the counter towards him.

"Funny, it seems like I'm doing just that! Farewell!" His voice was entirely casual as he walked out of their front door and down the stone steps in front of the home to which he hoped he'd never have instance to return.