A/N: This story was a request from FeralG3! Thanks, hun! You have helped spark a monster of a story! Lol. :D National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is in just a few days. In November, I will be attempting to post a chapter of at least 1,667 words a day in Rising Storms. I might not be able to post every day, due to prior engagements, but I will try. In order to do that, I will need a little help: At the end of this chapter I ask if I should add chapters in Percy's P.O.V. from before he goes to camp. As you read this chapter, please think about it. Thank you.

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Chapter 3:

Harry

A large manor stood upon a large rolling hill. Ten years had passed. The manor was no longer empty, and the lands had blossomed into a lavish magical creature rescue… large rolling paddocks for unicorns, thestrals, abraxons, and more. A huge, life-size Quidditch pitch loomed behind the manor, barely seen over the roof. Inside the manor, something special was about to happen.

A young boy of ten ran down the stairs to the dining room. His medium-length jet black hair was pulled back into a leather tie, leaving bangs sweeping across his face. Bright vivid green eyes, lit by true happiness, were framed by dark eyelashes. This boy was called Harry James Potter, or known by the Wizarding World Idiots as the Boy-Who-Lived.

The doors swung open and Harry saw his father already sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the Daily Prophet. "Hello, father."

James looked up from the paper to smile at him. "Good morning, son. You ran all the way downstairs and then greeted me formally," he asked, teasingly.

Harry burst out laughing. "Sorry dad. I was trying to greet you as a pureblood heir."

James chuckled. "I think you ruined that with the aforementioned running." He motioned to the chair on his right, and Harry sat down. "Are you excited, son?"

"Yes, sir," Harry said as a glass of pumpkin juice appeared before him. "I can't wait for my Hogwarts letter!"

"It should be here soon." James put aside the newspaper. He sighed. "I had to reread yesterday's paper because today's paper isn't here yet." He pouted so he could hear his son's laughter again.

When Harry laughed, breakfast popped onto the table and they started eating. "Can we go to Diagon Alley after my letter gets here?"

"It's 'may we', and yes, we will go to Diagon after breakfast." James smiled at his son. The flapping of wings drew their attention as two owls flew down from the small mail window and dropped off their burdens. "Ah! The morning paper is here!" The owl that had dropped off the paper was sitting on the back of the chair across from Harry, and James put the money in the pouch so the bird could leave.

Harry petted the owl that had given him his letter, before turning to open the envelope. He grinned when he saw the words 'We are pleased to inform you' and he turned to the second page. "I still can't believe that we can't have our own brooms," Harry said, sighing in disappointment.

James laughed. "Maybe next year you can try out for the quidditch team," he suggested.

"Maybe."

They finished eating their breakfast and then James had Harry get ready to go. They would meet Sirius and Remus at the Leaky Cauldron and then go to Gringotts briefly to get some money before shopping for Harry's school supplies. James couldn't believe how fast time has flown by. Sometimes it seemed like only yesterday when Lily died and Sirius was almost arrested. He could still remember the social upheaval that caused the small family. People kept insulting Sirius and thinking that he was trying to fool everyone, and that he really was a death eater. It had taken what seemed like forever for people to realize their mistake, even with Sirius's magical oath that he hadn't betrayed the Potters and that if he had… he wouldn't be alive.

Harry's arrival back downstairs drew James out of the memories. "Hey, ready to go?" Harry asked.

James blinked and looked up. "Yeah, I'm ready. I was just lost in thought. Together?"

"Sure!" Harry stepped up beside his dad as they got ready to floo out of the manor. "I can't wait to see Siri and Remi again!"

"You saw them last week," James said with a laugh. Then he threw in the floo powder and they stepped into the fire. "Diagon Alley," James called.

They spun around quickly, before they stepped out into the Leaky Cauldron. This would be the first time in a while that Harry had come to the Leaky Cauldron without a hat to disguise himself, and Harry already regretted not wearing a hat. People started staring at him before chaos began.

"Mr. Potter," called out one woman as a crowd gathered around Harry, pushing James out of the way. "Why are you suing the people that published those books about you?"

Harry looked at the woman who was in his face. "Seriously?! They printed lies about me, saying that it was all true stories, not to mention that they didn't have my dad's permission for them to use my name."

"Are you telling me that you didn't do all of those things?" asked another woman, this one with blond hair and awful glasses.

"Do you really think a three year old can defeat a dragon?" Harry scoffed. "That just shows how stupid you really are. And you call yourself a journalist, Ms. Skeeter."

Some of the people laughed, but then the first woman decided to interrogate him again. "Mr. Potter, how do you feel about this mess with your godfather and Peter Pettigrew?"

Harry sighed, shaking his head. "I'm glad that the truth has been finally realized by the sheep of the British Wizarding World, and that my godfather won't be wrongly accused anymore. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to continue my trip with my family that you so rudely pushed aside. How dare you crowd around a minor, demanding answers and infringing upon his privacy, and being nosy buggers."

James finally shook off the men that had been holding him back, and made his way to his son's side. "Please forgive my son. He doesn't know when not to be so truthful." He smiled charmingly at the crowd. "Now, please leave or I'll have you all arrested for assault, as a few of you assaulted me personally… and the rest of you invaded my son's privacy." James and Harry watched the grumbling crowd leave and sighed in relief.

"I'm glad they're gone," Harry sighed again, leaning against his dad.

"Me too." James looked down at his son. "Are you okay?"

Harry nodded. Then he saw the two men that he was looking forward to seeing. "Siri! Remi!" He ran over to the two men with James following behind.

Sirius lifted Harry into the air and spun him around. "Harry! How are you doing?"

"I'm doing okay now," Harry replied, smiling up at his godfather.

Remus shook his head with a smile. "It hasn't been that long since we last saw him, Siri."

"So?" Sirius asked, pulling Harry closer. He rubbed his cheek on top of Harry's head, making the boy giggle.

Harry pulled away. "Ready to go into Diagon?"

"Sure, pup," was Sirius's reply. The four walked into the small alleyway and Remus opened the gateway into the alley. "Ta, Remi."

"Welcome, love," Remus said, kissing Sirius's forehead.

Harry looked up at them with a smile. He wished that he could have something like that one day. That kind of love would be amazing. "Where to first?"

James placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Twilfit and Tattings," he said. "We need to get you fitted like the heir to two houses, and get your Hogwarts robes from Madam Malkin. Then we'll get your school supplies, trunk, and familiar."

"Cool," Harry said with a large grin.

"Then, on your birthday, we'll come back here to get your wand and finalize your heirship financials at Gringotts." Sirius looked over his shoulder at Harry as he passed the father-son duo.

They walked to the first store, passing so many other wizards who were doing the early shopping for the new year, and into Twilfit and Tattings. The bell over the door rang, telling the store owners to their arrival.

"Just a moment," came a man's voice from the back. A little while later, an older gentleman came out of a backroom with a few boxes floating behind him. "Let me just set these here. Sorry, I just got a big order of acromantula silk in." He looked up as he asked, "How may I help you today? Oh, Lord Potter! Mr. Black, and Mr. Lupin, too."

James grinned. "Good morning, Mr. Twilfit, this is my son, Harry. I didn't know that you were in today."

Mr. Twilfit grinned in response. "Normally, I'm not. I'm liking my retirement. I got called in to help because my granddaughter just had her third baby yesterday."

"Congratulations," Harry said.

"Thank you, young heir Potter." Mr. Twilfit nodded to the young lad. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"It's all my pleasure," Harry responded, straightening his spine and giving a proper bow.

The men smiled at the ten-year-old. Harry was measured and given fabrics in all colors to see what suited him best. The Potter ruby and gold colors brought out his golden complexion. Then James mentioned, "The Peverell's colors are royal purple and black. We could try those colors too."

Mr. Twilfit looked sharply at James at the news of the thought-to-be-extint house. "Peverell?"

James nodded. "One of the Potters married a Peverell woman."

Harry tried on some royal purple, and they brought out his eyes. "Awesome," he said.

A couple of hours later, after getting a whole new wardrobe, Harry walked into Madam Malkin's while his father and Remus split to get his supplies and Sirius went to see if he could find a familiar that would bond to Harry.

"Hogwarts, dear?" Madam Malkin asked. "Come on over here. I have another student here."

Harry walked further into the room and looked at the boy on the stand already. He was blond, so blond that his hair was almost white. His eyes were a mix of gray and blue. He was obviously a Malfoy. As the one in a higher status, Harry didn't have to speak first. He did remember that from his heir training.

The young Malfoy glanced over at Harry. "Hi! Do you know what house you'll be in?"

"Hello, heir Malfoy." Harry smiled politely. "I don't know, actually. My family would probably like me in Gryffindor, but I could either go into Ravenclaw or Slytherin." He smirked a little. "I'm sure you'd be in Slytherin."

"Of course." Malfoy looked at Harry with a sneer. "Your family is magical, right? I don't think they should let the other sort in."

Harry's face closed off. "Heir Malfoy, your words are offensive. I am heir Potter of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Potter and the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Peverell. You are the heir of the Noble House Malfoy." At Malfoy's shocked face, and Madam Malkin's aborted laugh, Harry continued. "My mother was the first in her family with magic, yes, but my father and I are descended from Ignotus Peverell. I am the godson of Sirius Black, and you have insulted all of us."

A woman stepped into the shop at that moment and stopped as she noticed the tension. "What has happened here?"

Harry and Malfoy turned to look at the woman. Harry recognized her as a born Black. "Lady Malfoy," Harry said.

A/N: Should I include chapters on Percy's life before his 'adventure' at 12? I'm unsure...