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Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Chapter 34:

Harry

Harry refused to speak to Hermione, or even look at her, for the rest of the weekend. He knew that she wasn't really sorry for spying on him. She was only sorry she got caught. He heard other people talking about how she ranted over the loss of an item to McGonagall, and how it was all Harry's fault. When they asked him, he just said that she broke the rules and McGonagall punished her for it. It had nothing to do with him. Harry just wanted to take his finals and then go home. He wanted to talk to his mum and grandparents. Surely, they would be able to help him out with this whole mess.

Harry's Charms finals were good. He was able to fill out the test with no problems, and the practical was easy. He waited outside of the classroom for his friends to finish up their turns with the practical portion of the exam, and noticed that Hermione was glaring at him. He ignored her, but she stormed over in a rage. Harry sighed.

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione cried out. "How dare you get me in trouble with the Deputy Headmistress? Now I won't be able to use the item next year, or any year after that!"

"That's all on you," Harry replied, looking around for a teacher to stop the rabid know-it-all.

"No, it's not! I only did what I was told!" Her brown eyes were wide in anger, showing the whites around the irises. Her hair started to frizz, showing her power rising with her anger. "You told McGonagall somehow! How did you know that I would be there?"

"A little birdie told me that you were up to something and where you would be. Then we saw everything. We saw you and Dumbledore." Other students were watching the two of them, waiting for something to happen. Harry sighed.

"Why didn't you try to stop me before I left, then?" Hermione asked with a sneer.

Harry rolled his eyes. "If I had, then you wouldn't have done it, and then we wouldn't be having this conversation because I would have still thought of you as my friend."

"We're not friends anymore? Are you sure?" Hermione asked. "I'm sure Dumbledore will explain that this was all just a misunderstanding and we will become friends again. Then I'll be able to help you study next year. You're obviously not doing well."

"Excuse me?!" Harry looked at her in shock.

Hermione brushed her bushy hair out of her face. "You're not even in the top ten of the year, you poor thing. I'm sure that's why you're out here waiting for your little death eater friends."

Harry was pissed, and people started backing away as his magic started swirling around him. "My friends aren't death eaters. And, Granger, the list you see in your common room is only for the Ravenclaws... not the whole school. You are not the person in first place over the whole year."

"Of course I am." She scoffed, not seeing the danger.

"No, you're really not." Harry tried to calm himself as he said, "Why don't you ask Professor Flitwick?"

"You won't get away with lying," Hermione said. "You can't help how dumb you are. Dumbledore said that I was the smartest witch of my age."

"So, you believe everything that Dumbledore shits out?" Harry asked, losing the battle with his rage.

Hermione and the other students gasped at Harry's language. "You can't say stuff like that about the Headmaster! He told me that your mother was pretty good with spells, but then she died, and that I should emulate her. So I did. I'm the top in the year, and there's nothing you can do about it." She smirked.

"What are you saying about my mom?" Harry growled. His powers sparked around him. A student ran from the area to the charms room.

"I'm saying," Hermione said. "That your mom was the best. But when she died, I became the best." She looked at him, hearing a humming sound. "What are you doing? You can't do magic in the halls."

"That's accidental magic," said an older student from Gryffindor, having come out of his class to stop the fight. "He can't control it right now." The sixth year student calmly walked towards the third year boy, speaking in a soothing manner, "Mr. Potter, it's okay now. She will learn. Please don't lose your temper. We have everything under control."

"He's lying to you!" Hermione yelled. "He's pretending that he can't control his magic and saying that it's accidental, just so he can hurt me without getting into trouble." She glared at Harry. "I thought we were friends, Harry. How could you do this to me?"

"Just shut up," the sixth year Gryffindor said to her. Then Harry's magic exploded outwards, sending everyone to the stone walls. Harry was staring out into space as a sudden chill came through the air, making the students and staff nearby shiver.

Professor Flitwick came out of the classroom with the student that had run for help, and he tried to get through the hall of students to Harry. The air was thick with magic, and the chill was not unlike the chill from dementors. Flitwick cast a few warming spells on the students and sent them on their way except for Harry, Hermione, and the sixth year student. "Now, what is going on here," he asked the sixth year.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but the sixth year student spoke first. "From what I saw, Miss Granger was verbally attacking Heir Potter, saying that she was only doing what the Headmaster said, even while knowing that the Headmaster was doing something wrong. She mentioned how since Heir Potter's mum was dead, Miss Granger was the smartest witch. Heir Potter was getting angry, and his magic started swirling around him. Miss Granger assumed that Heir Potter was trying to attack her and she doesn't believe that accidental magic can happen in Hogwarts. Then Heir Potter's magic exploded outwards."

"He did attack me!" Hermione said, pleading with Professor Flitwick to believe her.

He stopped her from saying anything else, and turned to Harry. The boy was still staring into space, but he seemed to be slowly coming out of it. "Heir Potter, are you with us?"

Harry blinked a few times as his eyes cleared. "Professor," he said. He looked around, seeing Hermione and the Gryffindor. His eyes moved back to Professor Flitwick. "I was speaking to Death," he said with a pale face. "He said that Granger's parents were going to be attacked by death eaters this summer. They've been tracking the Grangers for three years now, and they are only waiting for Granger to be away so that she feels the loss much deeper." Harry's voice trembled.

"You would kill my family, just over a misunderstanding?!" Hermione Granger looked at Harry like he was a bomb about to go off.

"You misunderstand, Miss Granger," Professor Flitwick told her. "Harry's not the one threatening your family." Even he was a little shocked at the thought of Heir Potter speaking to Death.

"Merlin!" said the Gryffindor, sitting down where he stood. "Can you speak to any of the dead?"

Harry looked at him. "I don't know. All I know is that I just spoke to Death. He didn't say anything about me being able to speak to the dead." He tilted his head. "May I ask why?"

The sixth year swallowed hard. "My little sister was raped by the death eaters when she was thirteen, and went into labor nine months later. Both she and the babe... both of them died on the birthing bed."

Harry moved over to the Gryffindor. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said, placing a hand on the shoulder of the older boy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brown," said Flitwick. "I didn't know what happened to her. All I knew was that she disappeared before her third year. Her housemates missed her, but the Headmaster never told me what happened to her." Flitwick shook his head. "I'm sorry, we're getting off track. We need to decide on what to do about the current situation."

"Expel him," Granger said. "He used his magic in the halls, attacked me, and threatened my parents."

Flitwick shook his head. "No he didn't, Miss Granger. He had no control over it, and you made him mad. Also, he did not threaten your parents, but only warned us to keep an eye out for you and your parents." When Hermione continued to deny it all, Flitwick took several points from her and took her away from Harry.

Harry turned to look at Brown. "Brown... There's a girl by the name of Lavender Brown in my year. Any relation?"

Brown smiled. "That's my little cousin. I'm not that close to her, since her father seems to think that he's the Lord of the house, but he's not."

"Then you're Heir Brown?" Harry asked.

Heir Brown winked and put a finger to his lips. "Come, Heir Potter. Let's get up from the floor. Oh, you can call me Rowan." He stood up, holding a hand to Harry.

"That name makes sense. You are the protective sort, aren't you?" Harry grinned as he took Rowan's hand. "Thanks, Rowan. You can call me Harry."

"It was nice meeting you, Harry, but I have to get back to class." Rowan smiled at the younger boy. "Good luck on your exams."

"You too, Rowan." Harry watched his new friend walk away, and then he went back to waiting for his friends to get out of their current exam.

Soon, an adult's head popped out of the room where their exam was taking place and they looked around. Only seeing Harry, they fully opened the door and let the students out. Blaise, Draco, and Theo hurried over to Harry at once.

"What happened?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, the examiner kept us inside the room when we all felt the pressure." Blaise's eyes were a little wide.

"It had something to do with it, didn't you?" Theo asked, looking at Harry closely.

"How could that be," Draco asked, looking over at Theo.

Harry nodded at Theo. "Granger came over to me and accused me of getting her in trouble. Then she said that we should just put it all behind us and become friends again so that she could help me study next year. Apparently, she thinks that she's the top of the year... and not just in her house." Harry scoffed. "She had the nerve to compare herself to my mother."

The other boys laughed. "Well, that's stupid." Blaise smirked. "Yes, they are both muggleborns, but Lily Potter was kind, caring, smart, and friendly with everyone from all of the houses." He caught Harry's expression. "My mama told me stories about the great Lily Evans."

Harry beamed at the news that others could tell him more about his mom's childhood. He and his friends made their way outside to relax before their next exam. They enjoyed the sunshine and the light breeze, playing and blowing off steam from the stress of their tests. Harry saw Ron watching them. The youngest male 'Weasley' was glaring at the other Slytherins, but smiling at Harry when he noticed Harry's gaze. Ginny, the 'only female Weasley', was walking over to her brother's side, having also just finished an exam. Then they were both staring at Harry. Harry shuddered at the thought that he had stalkers.

The rest of the week was hectic for Harry as he focused on his extra classes' exams. He felt like he was doing well, and that he could continue all of the electives in his fourth year. Harry sighed and stretched when he finished his last exam, and he spent the time before dinner napping in his room. He was exhausted, but feeling accomplished. During dinner, he and his friends discussed Summer plans.

Harry was glad to be back on the train, heading home. He would be getting to spend time with his dad and uncles, and getting to know his cousin... the little Regulus. To spend as much time with all of them as possible, Harry was doing his summer homework on the train.

"Can you believe the temper tantrum Granger threw when she learned that Ravenclaw was in fourth place?" Draco asked Blaise and Theo. The two of them laughed.

_Granger had stood up with a shriek after all of the houses had been listed with their points for the year, "Ravenclaw can't be in last place! What about all of the points I won for the house?" She had asked._

_"You lost more points than you earned," Flitwick had told her... Then she had thrown a fit, leading to Flitwick having to give her a ton of detentions and point loss for the next year._

"Yeah, I actually can," Theo said.

Blaise nodded. "She seems to think that she's the only one in Ravenclaw that can earn the most points, and that the others drag her down."

Harry glanced up from his homework. "She believes that she's the smartest in the school, because Dumbledore told her so." The others scoffed, and Harry smirked. "She seems to think that Dumbledore can do no wrong and that he is the only one in charge in the wizarding world."

"Poor girl," Daphne said, having been quiet thus far. Harry glanced at her and blushed slightly before going back to his homework. "Someone's going to have to show her where she's wrong," Daphne continued, still looking at her magazine.

The others agreed, before they moved onto other topics. The train ride passed rather quickly after that as most of the guys played games and the girls talked. Harry was pleased to see his dad healthy and happy on the station at King's Cross. He rushed out with his trunk shrunk in his pocket. "Dad!"

"Harry! How was the rest of your term? Where's your trunk?" James asked.

"An older student shrank my trunk for me when I asked." Harry looked up at his dad. "The rest of term was weird. I'll tell you all about it when we get home. It's a long story."

James frowned at the news, but nodded. "Okay, then. Say goodbye to your friends, and we'll head home."

Harry told his father all about the end of the year, including what happened in the Slytherin Common Room... and finding out what Hermione and Dumbledore did. "I just don't understand how he got my cloak. It's not summonable."

James sighed. He rubbed a hand over his face. "He probably had an elf grab it, saying that you gave permission, or something like that."

"I'll have to talk to the elves when I get back. By the way, thank you for telling me how to find the kitchens. I don't always go there, but it's nice to have the option." Harry smiled.

They enjoyed the next few weeks spending time with the Black family and the Malfoy family, traveling through France and Italy, just seeing the sights and ignoring the discord with Dumbledore for now. The three families woke up on the day of the Quidditch World Cup to a newspaper article on the Weasley Family. Harry read aloud the article,

"'Weasley Family Scandal by Rita Skeeter:

Today, we awake to find out that a certain family is not what we thought. The Weasley family, a light family, has just come forward with the truth. Molly Pruitt, previously known as Molly Weasley, was never actually married to Arthur Weasley! Arthur Weasley is, in fact, married to Amelia Bones-Weasley, the new head of the DMLE! Someone, I believe to be Dumbledore and Molly, plotted and executed the plan to take away the memories of the married couple... letting the two keep having children, but letting everyone think that it was Molly Pruitt that was pregnant! But, that's not all! Molly Pruitt has never been pregnant!

You read that correctly! Molly Pruitt raised Arthur and Amelia Weasley's five sons, but she adopted Ronald and Ginevra Pruitt! I was unable to find who their parents were before the adoption. The goblins were unable to tell me. Arthur and Amelia Weasley have acknowledged the problem, sending the Pruitts out of the Burrow, the Weasley house, and are now living together with their youngest three sons: Percival Weasley (17), Frederick Weasley (15), and George Weasley (15) in Weasley Manor. That's right! The Weasleys are back in favor after having gotten rid of the leeches. If charges are pressed, you will be the first to know.'

Well, she got the ages wrong," Harry said. "But the rest is pretty good. Percy turned 18 in March, and the twins turned 16 in April."

"I wonder who the parents of Ronald and Ginevra are," Sirius said.

James opened the letter from Gringotts, thinking that it was his monthly statement. Well, it was, but there was a second piece of paper. 'Lord Potter, we regret to inform you that the child known as Ginevra Pruitt was born to you and the late Lady Potter. The adoption can be reversed, since it wasn't a blood adoption. If you do reverse the adoption, she will go back to being Peony Potter.' James stared at the letter, pale faced, and then he fainted.

Harry hurried over to the fallen man and picked up the letter while Remus took care of James. Harry read the words several times before he exclaimed, "She's my sister?! And Molly's been telling her that I would marry her, I believe."

"That's disturbing," Draco said. "Do you think Molly Pruitt knew that she had the Potter heiress?"

Lucius shook his head. "I don't believe so... or she wouldn't plan for a marriage between the two."

The night air crackled with excitement as the group made their way through the bustling crowd towards the Quidditch World Cup stadium. Harry, Draco, their friends, James, Remus, and Sirius, were accompanied by Draco's parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation of the match palpable.

As they settled into their seats, surrounded by eager fans, Harry couldn't help but marvel at the enormity of the event. The vibrant colors of the competing teams' robes created a dazzling display against the darkening sky.

The match was intense, and the Ireland team's strategy impressed even the most skeptical fans. Draco and Harry exchanged triumphant grins each time their team scored. Amidst the cheers and roars from the crowd, the Quidditch World Cup unfolded in a spectacular spectacle.

After the exhilarating game, where their team won but Krum caught the snitch, the group made their way back to their tents, and they encountered the legendary Seeker, Victor Krum. He nodded in acknowledgment, and Draco couldn't contain his excitement.

"Victor Krum! Can we get a picture?" Draco asked, producing a camera from his pocket.

Krum, with a slight smile, agreed even if he was a little uncomfortable, posing for a quick snapshot with the enthusiastic group. The moment was immortalized in a flash of light, capturing the shared joy of the day.

"Thank you," Harry said politely. He gripped Draco's elbow. "Come on, Draco. Let's leave him alone."

Draco whined slightly, but the grateful look from Krum had Harry smiling. "Okay," Draco said. "Bye, Krum!" He waved at the Bulgarian Seeker.

"Goodbye," Harry said. Their group continued to their tents to talk about the game. "Draco's got a crush!"

"I do not!" came Draco's denial. The others laughed.

As night fell and the camp quieted, the group settled into their tents, exhausted but content. Unbeknownst to them, shadows lurked beyond the edges of their campsite.

A sudden disturbance jolted them awake later that night. Wands drawn, they emerged to find dark figures, masked and cloaked, emerging from the darkness. It was a Death Eater attack, and chaos ensued.

"Stay close!" Lucius Malfoy barked, his wand ablaze with spells. The night erupted into a fierce duel as curses and hexes clashed.

Draco fought alongside his father, his instincts kicking in. Harry, James, Remus, and Sirius formed a protective barrier around Draco's parents. Spells whizzed through the air, creating a chaotic symphony of magic.

Amidst the turmoil, the air crackled with a familiar cold presence. It was the Dark Mark, hanging ominously in the sky. Panic set in as the Death Eaters pressed forward.

Victor Krum, who had been nearby, joined the fray, showcasing his formidable skills. The unexpected alliance between Hogwarts students and a renowned Quidditch player created a momentary advantage.

In the midst of the chaos, Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, revealed his true allegiance. He turned against the Death Eaters, his wand aligning with the defenders rather than the attackers.

The Death Eaters, realizing the odds were against them, began to retreat into the shadows. The campsite, once filled with cheers of victory, now echoed with the tense aftermath of the confrontation.

As the dust settled, Draco and Harry exchanged a wary glance, their shared experience forging an unexpected connection. The night had taken an unexpected turn, leaving them with a newfound awareness of the dangers lurking in the wizarding world.

James growled his frustration as other Aurors came with Barty Crouch Sr. This was going to be a pain. "Sirius, Remus, please take the kids to your house. We'll be there when we're done here... if that's okay, Lucius?" He looked over at the other father.

Lucius nodded, but before the kids could leave, Barty Crouch Sr came storming over. "Which one of you did it? Which one of you conjured the mark?!" He was staring at the kids, mostly Harry and Draco.

"It was Rodolphus Lestrange," Lucius said, drawing the attention away from the kids to let them get away. "I saw it myself, Crouch."