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 now. 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.
Rising Storms
A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover
Chapter 4:
Harry
Lady Malfoy turned to look at Harry. "I'm sorry. Do I know you from-" She stopped mid-sentence as it hit her who he was. "Heir Potter," she said. "It's an honor to meet you."
"The honor is mine, my lady," Harry said with a polite bow. When he straightened, he saw the amusement in her eyes.
"I hope my son has behaved himself?" She asked, looking over at the blond boy with a warning look.
Harry thought about his answer. Should he tell the truth and make an enemy of the other heir? Or should he say a little white lie and possibly make a new friend? "There was a slight misunderstanding, but Heir Malfoy and I are excited to possibly be in the same house at Hogwarts."
The two Malfoys turned to look at Harry. One in surprise, and the other with a little amusement. "I see," Lady Malfoy replied. She politely excused herself and her son when Draco's measuring was done. "Come, Draco. Goodbye for now, Heir Potter."
"Goodbye for now, Lady Malfoy; Heir Malfoy." Harry waved at them as they left before he was measured for school robes. That was rather interesting. He saw the amusement in Madam Malkin's eyes... but neither said anything. When he was told that he could get down, Harry said, "Thank you, Madam Malkin. Would it be too much trouble for you to owl the school robes, hat, and dragon hide gloves when you're done?"
She smiled. "Won't be a problem at all. Silk?"
"Please." Harry nodded. The silk felt better on his skin and didn't itch as much as cotton or wool. "Thank you again, Madam. I hope your business goes well today." He gave her a bow and left the store to find his family waiting outside, talking to the Malfoys. "I'm done," Harry said, drawing their attention.
"Good," James said.
Harry looked around for Sirius, after noticing that who he thought was Sirius was just a passerby that had the same dark hair. "Where's Sirius?"
Remus smiled. "One of the robes from Twilfit and Tattings was ready, and Sirius ran to get it." He leaned closer to whisper in Harry's ear, "I think he just wanted to get away from the youngest Malfoy." He straightened up at Harry's soft laugh. "Here he comes now."
Sirius came walking back to the group with a robe over his arm and an owl cage in his hand. "The rest of the order will be shipped to you later, Harry, but we wanted to see the fit of the robe first." He grinned boyishly, handing over the robe.
"Thanks," Harry said, taking the robe and putting it on. The royal purple robe swished around his slender frame and settled snugly over his shoulders. The two heirship patches were on the right breast of the robe, showing off the Peverell and Potter crests. Harry smoothed down the robe, even though he didn't need to, and smiled up at his family. "How do I look?"
"Like a proper pureblood heir," Sirius replied.
"Like a very grown up young lad," Remus corrected, smacking Sirius on the back of the head.
James couldn't speak through the lump in his throat, but he nodded proudly. Harry grinned.
Narcissa Malfoy looked impressed. "You look very handsome, Heir Potter-Peverell."
Harry blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, Lady Malfoy." He looked up at the man beside her. "Lord Malfoy, I presume?"
The man nodded. "You presume correctly. Well met, Heir Potter-Peverell."
"Well met, Lord Malfoy. You can just call me Heir Potter, if you want, 'Potter-Peverell' is a bit of a mouthful." Harry laughed.
The elder Malfoys smiled in return, shocking the other adults, and Draco's father nodded. "Very well, Heir Potter." He placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Come, Draco, we must be getting home now. Good day," he told Harry's family.
"Good day," James said politely.
"See you later, Heir Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Draco looked a little confused, but nodded. "See you later, Heir Potter."
When they got to Potter Manor, the four went straight to the sitting room. "Where's the owl that was in that cage, Siri?" Harry asked, excitedly. "I know you didn't just buy an empty cage."
Sirius gave a bark of laughter. "She's up in the owlery. I had her fly here shortly after I bought her. I'm hoping that she bonds to you." He whistled a two-note whistle, and soon the fluttering of wings sounded as a snowy white owl flew down to the window of the sitting room and came in through the owl entrance. She was a beauty, and bypassed Sirius's chair to glide to Harry's side. "Good," Sirius said. "I wasn't sure, but I'm glad she seems to like you."
Harry smiled at the owl who was now on the arm of his chair. "She's beautiful." The owl puffed up slightly, preening at the attention as her boy started running a hand over her back. "What's her name?"
"She doesn't have one yet," Sirius replied. "You'll have to give her one."
Harry continued to look at the owl. As he thought about what name to give the owl, he felt a slight nudge in his mind. "What was that?"
"What was what?" James asked.
Harry shook his head, looking back at the owl. The nudge came back, gently prodding him into a name... "Hedwig," Harry said, and the snowy owl fluttered her wings.
"A true familiar bond," Remus gasped. "That's really rare! She told him her name!"
Sirius blinked. "The last person I know of that had that happen was my many times great grandfather Phineas Black, who became headmaster."
Harry shrugged. "We'll find out more later." He gasped. "I gotta go tell mom all about my day! Come on, Hedwig." She hopped onto his arm as he stood up. Harry walked up the stairs to the hall of portraits. "Mom," he called out. He passed by several portraits of family that oohed and ahhed over Hedwig, with a smile at their actions.
"Harry, how was your day?" the redheaded woman asked as her son stepped up to her portrait. She smiled at the owl on his arm. "And who is this lovely creature?"
"My day was good. We went to Twilfit and Tattings to get a whole new wardrobe, and I went to Madam Malkin's to get my school robes while the others grabbed the rest of my school supplies. Sirius bought me this owl. Her name is Hedwig. Remus thinks we have a true familiar bond, since I heard her name in my head. I also met Draco Malfoy. He seemed like a spoiled and rude kid, but perhaps we can be friends if he doesn't look down on others. At least, I hope we can."
Lily Potter and the two portraits beside her smiled all through Harry's little ramble. "That sounds like an amazing day. Hello, Hedwig."
Hedwig fluffed up her feathers, making a soft clacking noise with her beak, but Harry heard the words within. "Hello, chick-mother."
When Harry repeated what Hedwig had said, the portrait hall got quiet in shock and anticipation. Harry didn't pay much attention to it, only paying attention to his mom and paternal grandparents. His grandfather, Charlus Potter, and grandmother, Dorea Potter nee Black, were smiling at Harry.
"Sounds like you really do have a true familiar bond," Dorea said.
Harry nodded. "Yes, grandmother. Sirius said the last one in the family was Headmaster Phineas Black."
Dorea nodded in response. "That's true." She smiled at Harry. "Now, let's see how the progress is going, shall we?"
"And, don't worry," Charlus said. "We still won't tell the others." He meant James, Remus, and Sirius.
Harry grinned. Black slowly turned to red as his hair changed style and length. Soon, before the portraits' gaze, there was a miniature male version or Lily Potter.
"Oh, Bravo!" Charlus exclaimed, clapping.
Dorea and Lily cheered and praised his progress. "You did so well," Lily said.
Another person stepped into Lily's portrait. "They're coming."
Harry shook his head, turning his hair back to normal. He turned to look at the three men walking down the hall, seeing his mom's hidden wink. "Hey, guys! You missed the story I told mom, grandma, and grandpa about Malfoy's introduction."
"Please, can you repeat it?" Sirius begged.
Harry laughed. "His first words to me were 'Hi! Do you know what house you'll be in?'..."
Remus shook his head. "What happened next?"
"I greeted him as Heir Malfoy," Harry answered. "Then I answered him with, 'I don't know, actually. My family would probably like me in Gryffindor, but I could either go into Ravenclaw or Slytherin.' Honestly, I'm surprised I remember the words word-for-word."
"It's probably all the occlumency training you've been doing," Sirius said. "I never had much patience for it." He shrugged.
"What happened next?" James asked, excitedly.
"I said that I was sure he would be in Slytherin, which he said 'of course'. Then he decided to insult us a little. 'Your family is magical, right? I don't think they should let the other sort in.' to which I shot him down." Harry huffed.
"What did you say to that?" Remus asked, trying not to grin.
"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." Harry blushed at Sirius's sudden laugh and his dad's look of shock.
Remus walked over to a blank space of wall and placed his forehead on the wall, shoulders shaking.
"That's my son!" James crowed, stepping forward to wrapped his arms around Harry in a hug. Hedwig fluttered off of Harry right before James hugged him, and flew to land on Sirius's head. James and Harry laughed at the sight that Hedwig made.
Sirius looked up and Hedwig looked down at him. It was a hilarious sight, and Harry leaned against his dad while he laughed. "Hedwig, why don't you go back to the owlery? I'll come visit you later." Harry tried to help Sirius out by getting Hedwig off of him.
...
A month later, on Harry's eleventh birthday, James and Harry were back in Diagon Alley to meet up with Sirius at Gringotts. "Hey, Sirius!" Harry called out to the man on the steps of the bank.
"Hey, Harry," Sirius said, raising a hand. He waited for the others to join him, and then said, "Sorry Remi's not here. He's a little under the weather."
"It's okay," James said. The three walked into the bank, nodding at the goblins guarding the doors. James led the way up to the main teller. He waited until he was acknowledged before he spoke, showing the goblins respect. "Good morning, Master Teller. We have an appointment with Master Riptooth.
The teller looked at the small group before him. For wizards, they were rather polite. "Hmm. Griphook!" A younger goblin ran over. "Take them to Riptooth's office."
Harry bowed his head to the teller, shocking the goblins in the room. Then he followed his dad and godfather to the office of the Potter's account manager. He looked around at their surroundings as they walked down the hall. Then he heard a voice behind them.
"I'm here on official 'ogwarts business," said the booming voice. "It's about you-know-what in vault you-know-which."
"Who talks about their business so loudly?" Harry asked his dad.
"That's Hagrid," James said. "He's a bit bigger than the normal man, and he can't really control his volume."
"Oh," Harry said.
They made their way into the office and the account manager looked up from the desk. "Lord Potter, welcome."
James bowed to the goblin. "Hello, Master Riptooth. May your gold ever flow."
"And may your enemies fall by your blade." Riptooth grinned. "How can I help you today, Lord Potter?"
James sat down when told to and said, "We are here to see about getting Harry's heirship rings."
"I'd like to make him my heir, too," Sirius told James.
James gave Sirius a shocked look and nodded. Then he turned back to Riptooth.
"Inheritance test first," he said. Riptooth had Harry drop three drops of blood on a parchment, and they waited for the writing to show up. "Hmm," Riptooth said, looking at the test.
Harry looked over the test, along with his dad, and saw a word that he didn't understand. "Horcrux? What's that?"
A pale-faced Sirius answered him. "A horcrux is a nasty piece of work. You have to murder someone and split your soul in half, placing half your soul into an object so that you don't die."
"That's disgusting." Harry made a face. "Why would anyone want to live forever? And who is Tom Marvolo Riddle?"
"The only person I can think of that could have done this to you is Voldemort." James shrugged.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle is the dark lord's birth name," Riptooth said.
Silence. No one could believe that Voldemort had such a muggle name. He kept up the belief that he was a pureblood, but he had a muggle name?
They were drawn out of their thoughts by Riptooth, who brought out two rings. "Heir Potter will have to try on these rings to see if they accept him as the family heir."
Harry took a deep breath and reached forward. "Can you get the soul piece out?"
"After you put on the rings," was the reply.
Harry took the Potter ring and slid it onto his left index finger. Immediately, it resized, signaling that he was indeed the Potter heir. Then Harry took the Peverell ring. He placed it on the same finger as the Potter ring, after glancing at his dad, and the ring heated up for a minute before it shrank as well… merging with the Potter ring. He smiled at his father and godfather before turning back to Riptooth.
"Now, young Heir Potter-Peverell, you should be protected enough for us to safely remove the soul shard without damaging your core."
"Can that really happen?" James asked.
"If your son hadn't of put on the heir rings, then there was the possibility of the soul shard pulling on Heir Potter-Peverell's magic to try and stay connected."
"Lead the way?" Harry asked worriedly.
A/N: 2500+ words on Day 1?! :D