A/N: Day 2 of NaNoWriMo!

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Chapter 5:

Harry

The ritual was painful! Harry fell silent at the hour mark, eyes rolling back in his head. Black sludge oozed from the scar on his forehead as a ghostly form left screaming into the air.

Sirius and James paced back and forth in the waiting area, waiting on news from the goblins. They were hoping that nothing went wrong, and trying to comfort one another. Sirius bit his bottom lip, tapping his foot, until the door opened. Sirius turned to look and saw the goblin in the doorway.

"It's over. Heir Potter-Peverell is doing well." The female goblin smiled, gently for a goblin. "You can see him now." She stepped to the side.

"Thank you," James said. They followed the female goblin and saw Harry in the healing hall. He was sleeping, but soon after they sat down, Harry woke up. "Harry," James said, placing a hand on Harry's arm. "How do you feel?"

Harry stirred, opening his eyes fully. "I'm okay?" He more asked than said. He looked around.

They sat there while Harry relaxed and recovered. Then Sirius asked that they be led to the Black family's account manager's office. When they got there, he told his account manager, "I'd like to make Harry my heir."

"I'll have to ask the Lord of House Black here to officially accept him as heir," said Grunook, the Black family's account manager.

Sirius looked shocked. "You mean..."

"Your grandfather still lives, young Black, no matter how much your mother says otherwise." Grunook smirked.

His jaw dropped. "My grandfather?" he whispered to himself.

A few minutes later, a tall man entered, walking with a cane. He was about fifty-five, Harry thought. "Siri," he said, tapping the man on the shoulder.

Sirius turned to look at the door and then stood up. "Grandfather?"

Arcturus Black looked at the man before him. "Sirius Orion Black," he said, enjoying the wince from the younger man. "I see that you've been living with your mother's portrait."

Sirius made a face. "Unfortunately," he replied. "She told me that you were dead and that I was disowned completely."

"If you were disowned completely, you wouldn't have a last name." Arcturus frowned. "You can't inherit the lordship, but you are still a Black."

"Oh." Sirius frowned as well, looking down.

Arcturus walked over to his grandson. "Boy, I was brought here to accept or deny a possible heir?"

Sirius cleared his throat, bringing Harry in front of him. "Grandfather, this is Harry Potter. He's my godson."

Arcturus looked Harry up and down. He nodded in approval. "His grandmother is a Black."

"My mother, Dorea," said James, standing up. He smiled at his cousin's grandfather. "Hey, 'uncle'."

Arcturus nodded to James. "James Potter. Well met, nephew." He turned his gaze to his youngest family member. "Well met, young Potter."

"Well met, uncle," Harry replied. He was a little nervous, meeting a new member of the family... an older member that held his heirship in their hands.

Arcturus looked at Grunook. "I accept Harry James Potter as my heir."

"Harry James Potter-Peverell, actually," Harry said before slapping a hand on his mouth. His eyes widened comically as everyone turned to look at him.

Arcturus boomed with laughter. "That's Dorea," he said. He sat down next to Sirius, looking at Grunook.

"Right away," Grunook said, pulling a box out of nowhere. He opened the box and pushed it across the desk. The ring was slid onto Harry's right index finger after indication from his father, and resized almost immediately. "Congratulations, Heir Potter-Black-Peverell."

"That's a mouthful," Harry said. Grunook and the other adults laughed at him, and Harry pouted.

...

Harry sat in his room at the desk as he read his school books. His mom was in the frame nearest to his desk, helping him understand some of the stuff in his books.

"As you read your books," Lily said. "Take notes on vocabulary, questions you have, whatever spells are in the chapter and what they do, the plants in that chapter and plant care, and potions recipes and techniques."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said.

"Now that you have a planner amongst all of the muggle notebooks and pens, you can keep track of assignments and grades." Lily laughed at his disgruntled expression. "No matter which house you end up in, I want you to do your best. You don't have to be the top student of your year, but get at least EEs."

Harry grinned. He knew his mom was just making sure that he did well in life. "Yes, ma'am."

...

A month after the trip to Gringotts, Harry was coming into the dining room to eat breakfast when the Daily Prophet arrived. "Good morning, dad."

"Good morning, Harry," James replied, opening the newspaper. "Oh, shit."

"Dad!" Harry exclaimed, trying not to laugh.

James gave him a look, then went back to the newspaper. "Someone broke into Gringotts, but they got away. They were unable to steal anything, thank goodness."

"That's weird. Who would want to risk death by stealing from a vault not theirs?"

James shook his head. "I don't know, son." He folded up the newspaper and set it aside. "Let me tell you something, son. I'll tell you now. Don't do what I did in my Hogwarts years: Don't go sneaking around after curfew." He was serious.

"You snuck around after curfew?" Harry asked.

His dad nodded. "Yes, but with this break-in, I don't want you risking yourself by sneaking around the castle." James sighed. "There's another thing. I'm not proud of this, but you need to know." Harry tilted his head to the side as he ate his breakfast and James took a deep breath. "When I was a student at Hogwarts, I was not a good person. I bullied this other student because he was close friends with your mother. He was a Slytherin and didn't deserve my hatred and jealousy, but I was horrible to him all seven years." He frowned at his memories. "At one point, Sirius sent him to the whomping willow on the night of the full moon, when Remus was inside.

"I couldn't believe it when Sirius told me about it, and I ran to stop Severus Snape. I saved his life, but something happened to make the situation go away. I was afraid for a long time after that, thinking that I was going to lose two of my friends... one to death and one to Azkaban."

Harry looked down at his abandoned food. "Did you apologize to the Slytherin for bullying him?" He finally asked.

James's voice was tight as he replied. "Yes, when I grew up and thought about what I wanted my life to be like. I apologized to him in person and with a gift of potion supplies. He will be your Potions teacher at Hogwarts, so I had to tell you like this. I'm sorry for what I did, and I feel that guilt every day."

Harry nodded. "Did Sirius apologize? And did you let me know about this today instead of in a few years because you think Professor Snape will turn his hatred of you onto me?"

"Yes, and yes." James said. "Sirius gave him a very sincere apology when he realized that he could have gotten his boyfriend killed. He also gave Severus the deed to the flat that his uncle had given him. He told Severus that he could tell that Severus wasn't happy with his childhood home... and that maybe a new place would help him out."

"How did that work for the two of them?" Harry asked, raising his gaze to his father's.

James shook his head. "Severus didn't believe Sirius, and almost tore up the deed, but ended up keeping it. Possibly, he thought that he would use it to hold over Sirius's head." He looked into the deep green eyes of his son. "I'm assuming that he will use my bullying of him to in turn bully you. If he does, tell your head of house. If he's your head of house, then tell another head of house."

Harry nodded. "Yes, sir." He lost himself in thoughts as he ate his breakfast. His dad left him to it. What was Harry going to do about all of the information he received that morning? He thought about the break-in at Gringotts. Who would try to steal from the Goblins and their clients? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to find out the answer to that question. He sighed, thinking about Hogwarts. He wanted to see if his potions professor was as bad as his father feared.

"Come on, Harry," James said. "We're going to be late if we don't leave soon. Sirius and Remus are meeting us at the platform."

"Yes, sir," Harry replied, placing his napkin down on his plate and drinking the last of his juice. He stood up. "I'm going to make sure that everything is in my trunk and bring it downstairs." His dad nodded, and Harry made his way up to his room. Gathering the potions book that he had been rereading the night before, and a small portrait that his mom could visit, he placed them both in the bag that he was going to have out on the train ride. He was actually excited to go to Hogwarts finally! He hurried downstairs with his trunk, and the bag slung over his shoulder.

"Here, young master Harry," said a house elf, Lola. Lola had been with him and his father since that fateful Halloween. "I's prepared a healthy lunch for youse and your new friends."

"Thank you, Lola," Harry said, smiling and taking the boxed lunch. He put it in the bag, letting her shrink his trunk before he put that in his bag too. Harry waved goodbye to Lola, and took his dad's arm as they stepped into the floo.

A/N: 1,725 words today!