A/N: Thank you for all of the wonderful support! I really appreciate it. I would also like some reviews on how you like the story so far. Am I making things interesting enough? Constructive criticism, please... not destructive. :) This chapter should be another long chapter, ending with the midpoint of Harry's story for part one...

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Chapter 36:

Harry

After the fiasco that was the Quidditch World Cup, Harry was barely let out of the house. Oh, he knew it was for his protection, but it still sucked sometimes. Thankfully, his Slytherin friends could come over to Potter Manor sometimes. By mid August, Harry was able to go school shopping. He looked around at the other shoppers as he followed his dad and uncles through the crowded shopping district.

Everyone seemed to be hurrying around, looking everywhere and jumping at shadows. "Are things really that bad," Harry asked.

"People are scared, Harry." James said, putting an arm around his son's shoulders. "There's been talk. I really shouldn't be talking in details, so don't bandy this about. The ministry is searching deep within to find all of the death eaters that might be working for us. We want to nip the problems in the bud. The one thing you can tell others is that during the events of this year, no one under the age of seventeen will be able to participate, and that someone may try sabotaging the events."

"What events?" Harry asked.

"Nuh-uh-uh," Sirius said, holding his son to his chest. "We can't tell you what the event is until after it's been announced." He smiled down at Harry. Behind him, Remus was shaking his head with a grin.

They made their way through Twilfit and Tattings, getting the clothes for the new school year including dress robes and several different colored ties and handkerchiefs, and they were making their way through the bookstore when Harry bumped into Fred and George Weasley.

"Hey, Harry," they said together.

"Hey, Fred; George," Harry said. "How is everything after the article in the paper?"

The twins looked at each other. "Well," Fred said, cautiously. "Mum and Dad are still getting through the shock of what has happened since before Bill was born."

George shuddered and looked back at Harry. "Let me tell you... it's weird suddenly being the youngest of the siblings. Even though we knew about it, having it all out there now for others to know, it's pretty weird."

Harry chuckled. "Here's a secret for you: Ginny Pruitt is actually Peony Potter." He whispered that last part, watching their eyes widen in shock. Harry nodded. "We don't know how she was taken from our family and given to Molly Pruitt, but Dad's going to wait until we are done shopping before he discusses the topic with the Goblins."

Fred and George were shocked into silence, a first for them. They followed Harry around the bookstore as they all grabbed the books they would need for the year.

When their shopping was done, Harry and James made their way to Gringotts while Remus and Sirius went home to be with their son. Harry was a little excited to see what the goblins had to say about the current situation. He nodded politely to the surrounding goblins, getting nods back, and followed his dad to the main teller.

James waited for the goblin to finish with the current client, and then stepped forward to wait for his attention. He noticed that some of the other goblins were giving this goblin shocked looks for making the Potters wait for so long. James knew that they made all customers wait a bit to show rude customers their place, but it seemed like this goblin was taking it too far. He wouldn't last long if he continued this, since the other goblins would do something about it.

The goblin looked up. "How can I help you?" His voice was oily.

James frowned. "I'd like to see the Potter Family goblin, please."

"Very well," the goblin asked for identification and checked James's wand. Then he called over another goblin to take his place.

Harry wondered if that was usual for tellers. Did they usually take customers to their family goblins, themselves? Harry and James looked around as they walked. "This is not the way to the family goblin's office," Harry said.

"Yes it is, young wizard," the goblin sneered.

James motioned to Harry to stay close to him and stay quiet. "Let's see where he leads and then get help," he whispered into his son's ear. Harry nodded.

They came to an office with the name 'Gutslash' on the door, and the Potters were led inside. Their escort said, "The Potters are here, Gutslash."

The older goblin nodded. "Thank you, Rockcleaver. You may go." When the other goblin left, Gutslash turned his gaze to Harry. "I worried when you didn't come see me when you turned eleven. Dumbledore assured me that you were fine, though, so he made sure that you were well taken care of here."

"But, Dumbledore's not in charge of my son," James said harshly. "And you are not the Potter family goblin."

Gutslash glared at James. "I was given the position by Dumbledore when the attack on Halloween happened."

"That does not mean that you were officially given the position," said a new voice from the doorway. It was Riptooth, along with several other goblins. "I am the Potter family goblin, chosen by the great Charlus Potter." He motioned to the other goblins with him, and they grabbed Gutslash.

"You might want to question Rockcleaver, too," Harry said. "He was the one to lead us here."

Riptooth looked at Harry and nodded. "It will be done." He had the other goblins take care of the matter, while he led the Potters to his office. He sat behind his desk, saying, "I'm assuming that you are here because of the letter I sent about young miss Potter."

James nodded. "That is correct. I am concerned about her upbringing. The woman that raised her has raised her to think she will marry my heir. I want to go check on her and bring her home with me."

"Very well," Riptooth said. He pulled a file out of his desk, flipping through the pages inside, and pulled out a few sheets. "These were filed with us at the time of her birth. They should be enough for the Aurors to help you get your daughter back. Also," Riptooth looked up. "There's a piece of paper here put in from the adoption. Since it's not valid, the Aurors shouldn't have a problem helping you get Peony away from Miss Pruitt."

"Thank you," James told the goblin. "You've been a lot of help." He was handed copies of all the papers relevant to the current situation, and then he stood up with Harry beside him. "May your gold ever flow."

"And may your enemies tremble before your sword," Riptooth replied. He placed the original documents back into the folder and the folder back into his desk, locking it back up.

James led Harry back through the bank and out into the shopping district. He paused, stepping to the side out of the way of shoppers, and sent a Patronus message to the Head of the DMLE, Amelia Weasley (Formerly Bones). "Amelia," he said. "I need a few Aurors to meet me at the steps outside of Gringotts. I need to get my daughter back."

They waited only a few minutes before there were several pops of apparition and Aurors hurriedly walked over. Amelia was in the lead. "James, what's this about you getting your daughter back? As far as I know, you don't have a daughter."

James smiled sadly. "Well, Lily and I had a daughter about a year after Harry, but she disappeared one day and I lost all memory of her before the attack on Halloween. I didn't find out about her until this summer."

Amelia looked at him thoughtfully, before nodding. "We'll go with you to get her. I'm sure you have the necessary paperwork?"

"Right here," James said. He pulled Harry close to his side and stated, "I'm sure you know where the Pruitts are staying." Right before he left, he saw the startled looks. They arrived to a rundown shack, where Molly Pruitt lived with her adoptive children. James made his way to the front door, with the Aurors behind him. Harry was holding back at first, but moved forward when his father called to him. James knocked on the front door and waited for someone to open it. Molly stood there, holding the door and looking out at the Aurors behind James and Harry. James cleared his throat. "Molly Pruitt, I am here to get my daughter back."

Molly's brown eyes looked into James's hazel eyes. "I don't have anyone's daughter but mine."

"We know that you adopted a boy and a girl, but didn't blood adopt them, so now their families can come forward. I am the father of the girl named by you as Ginevra Pruitt. Her birth name is Peony Potter, born to James and Lily Potter." James's gaze was harsh as he pulled out the stack of copies from his cloak. "Here are the copies from Gringotts." He handed them first to Amelia, who read them and handed them over to Molly.

"They're legit." Amelia nodded to James.

"No, you can't take my baby!" Molly screeched. "Dumbledore said that she had no family!"

"Look at the papers again," James said. "You will also see the adoption paper that you filed is not valid since Lily and I didn't sign it."

"Please let us in," Amelia said. She had her hand free so that she could release her wand from it's holster if needed.

Molly was in shock as she stood looking at the adoption paper, having walked away from the door, letting them in.

James walked into the house, with Harry at his side, and looked up to see the two children looking down from the second floor landing. "Come down here, please," he said.

Ron and Ginny came downstairs warily and the girl asked, "Are you really my dad?"

James nodded. "I am. I received a letter from the family goblin when he uncovered the situation. Apparently, you were taken when you were a few months old and given to Molly Pruitt." He looked down into her brown eyes, noticing the slight hazel quality that she got from him.

"Do you know who my family is?" Ron asked, drawing everyone's attention.

James shook his head. "I'm sorry, but no. The goblins don't tell people other family's business. You would have to go see the goblins yourself to get an inheritance test done." He could tell that Ron wasn't happy, but he couldn't do anything about that. He wasn't Ronald's parent. He looked at the girl. "You were named by your mother, Lily, as Peony Olivia Potter."

Ginny, or Peony, stared up at her dad in shock. Her mother, or Molly Pruitt, had told her that she was going to one day marry Harry Potter... That would be marrying her own brother. She made a face. "She," she said, motioning to the woman at the front door, Molly Pruitt. "Made it seem like she wanted me to marry Harry when I was older. Harry's my brother!" She cried out, getting a little pale.

James shook his head. "That won't happen Peony," he said.

"I'll have to get used to that," she said... looking at Harry. "Hi, brother," she said warily.

"Hi, Peony." Harry waved. He glanced over at Ron, who was watching their interactions.

"Come on, you two. We have things to do." James held out a hand for Ginny to take. Peony. She was Peony.

They walked outside, and Harry turned to his dad. "Dad, can I go home with one of the Aurors? I need to unpack my new things and get ready for the new school year."

James looked at his son. "Yes, Harry. Ask one of them to take you home, but if they say no, then I'll call Remus. I'm just going to take your sister to get new things."

"I would be happy to take him home for you, James," Amelia said, stepping forward.

September first swiftly came upon the Potter family. Harry felt anxious as he got ready for the long trip that day. He made his way out of his room, after asking an elf to take his trunk down to the floo room, and walked down the hall to the stairs. He could hear Ginny, no... Peony, talking to their father about her worries. He stepped downstairs as he heard her voice just a little bit clearer.

"What if I can't adjust to being Peony Potter," his sister asked.

"You can," James said. "Because you are. You were always Peony Potter, you just went by another name for a while." He wrapped his arms around Peony. "It's going to be okay. You'll have Harry, and you can always talk to me whenever you feel lonely. Your Uncle Sirius and I made another mirror and connected it to mine, and to your brother's. Your mirror can also connect to your Uncle Remus and your Uncle Sirius as well. You'll have plenty of people to talk to whenever you need to."

Harry stepped closer to them and placed a hand on Peony's shoulder. "Dad's right, Peony," Harry said. "I will always be available for you to talk to, even if it's after curfew and we are in our separate dorms." He smiled at her when she looked up from their dad's shoulder.

"Really?"

"Really," Harry swore.

"But, Molly Pruitt raised me to think I would be marrying you." Her face scrunched up.

"Yeah," Harry said, scrunching his face in the same way. "Thank goodness we found this out when we did, then, huh?" Peony giggled.

James stepped back from the two, smiling at his two children. "You two are so much like your mom. She scrunched her nose up the exact same way. You even have the facial features that she had."

Harry and Peony grinned at their father. "Well, you were lucky, dad," Harry said. "You each got a kid that looks like you but with the other's eyes."

"Yep, I got lucky," James said. They flooed to the station as a family, having the trunks temporarily shrunk for the travel, and found themselves the center of attention. James unshrunk the trunks and turned to face his children. "Don't worry about them. They have no right to make you feel inferior."

"I'll look out for her," Harry promised, feeling the pressure but also the honor.

James smiled. "Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate it." He hugged his children. "I love you two so much, and I will always be available if you need me. I hope you have a wonderful year, and just be careful. Amelia let me know that someone might be trying to sabotage the events this year. We don't know how or why, but I want you two to be extra vigilant."

"We will," Harry and Peony said at the same time. They smiled at each other and said goodbye to their dad. Harry helped Peony get her trunk onto the train, and then stepped onto the train himself. They needed to find a seat, and quickly.

The train ride was chaotic, as students from all over the train came by to ask invasive questions. They didn't seem to understand the words "No comment." The Hogwarts Express finally glided to a gentle stop at the Hogsmeade Station, and the students spilled out onto the platform, eager chatter filling the air. Among the bustling crowd, the Potter siblings, Harry and Peony, exchanged glances, their excitement mirrored in each other's eyes. The familiar sight of the castle loomed in the distance, promising a new year of magic and adventure.

As the students made their way up to the castle, the Great Hall buzzed with anticipation. The long tables were adorned with candles and shimmering house banners. The Sorting Hat sat perched on its stool, ready to welcome new students.

McGonagall led the large group of first years into the room a few minutes later, and the Hat sang his song before the first years were sorted.

Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with mischief, rose from his seat at the head table. The Great Hall fell silent as he raised his hands for attention. "Welcome, students, to another exciting year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice echoed through the hall. "I trust you've all had a delightful summer, filled with the wonders of the wizarding world. Now, before we begin out feast, I have a special announcement."

Curiosity rippled through the students as Dumbledore continued, "This year, instead of our beloved Quidditch season, we shall be hosting the Triwizard Tournament!"

Gasps and whispers filled the hall. Harry and Peony exchanged surprised glances from their separate tables. The Triwizard Tournament had been a legendary event in Hogwarts history, full of daring challenges and unexpected twists.

"Now, before you get too excited, please note that participation is limited to those aged 17 and older," Dumbledore announced, looking at Harry who was only half paying attention to the speech. Harry was watching Peony and Ronald. "This is a dangerous competition, and we must prioritize the safety of our students."

Peony turned to Harry, a hint of fear in her eyes. Harry nodded, knowing that she worried for him.

Dumbledore continued, "Our esteemed guests from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute will be joining us shortly before Halloween. Until then, prepare yourselves for a year of magical wonders and surprises. Let the feast begin!"

With that, platters of delicious food appeared before the hungry students. As the Harry dug into his meal, the prospect of the Triwizard Tournament lingered in the air, adding a layer of anticipation and worry to the school year ahead. Harry told the other Slytherins, "I'm glad that you have to be seventeen to enter. I want nothing to do with it."

One of the older students at the table scoffed. "Who wouldn't want fame and money?"

Harry glared at her. "If the cost involved is death or injury, then no one would want fame and money." He saw the confused looks. "Research the past tournaments and why they stopped hosting the tournament." He went back to eating.

In the midst of their conversation, Ron, now Ronald Pruitt, approached them with a forced grin. "Harry, heard you had a grand time at the Quidditch World Cup. Met Victor Krum, didn't you?"

Harry, taken aback by Ron's tone, nodded cautiously. His housemates whispered about Krum around them. "Yeah, it was unexpected, but it happened."

Ron's eyes narrowed as he tried to mask his jealousy. "Must be nice, hobnobbing with Quidditch stars while the rest of us are just trying to get by."

"Ron, it wasn't about hobnobbing. I was there with my friends and our families." Harry looked over at the Gryffindor table where Peony sat. "That was before I knew that Peony was my sister."

Ron scoffed, bitterness seeping into his words. "Right, because the rest of us can't appreciate Quidditch or meet famous players. Just you, the Slytherin celebrity."

Harry tried to diffuse the situation. "Ron, it's not about me being a celebrity or not. Draco and I bumped into Krum after the game. That was rather unexpected, too."

Ron's eyes flickered with frustration. "But it's always about you, isn't it? The chosen one, the Boy Who Lived. Can't even let me have a moment with Krum without stealing the spotlight."

Peony, sensing how close Ron was to getting into trouble, got up from the Gryffindor table and walked over. "Ron, this isn't about Harry stealing the spotlight, is it? You're mad that Molly Pruitt kept us home the day of the World Cup, aren't you?"

Ron's gaze lingered on Peony, uncertainty crossing his face. The change in their sibling dynamic, going from siblings to strangers, was still a fresh wound, and it was evident that Ron struggled with the evolving relationship. He made his way back to the other Gryffindors as they got up to head to their dorms.

"Bye, Harry." Peony smiled at her older brother.

"Bye, little sis," Harry replied. "Call me if you need to." As the first day of the school year came to a close, Harry and his friends knew that the craziness was only starting. This year would bring a lot of troubles their way.

...

The Hogwarts Library was bathed in the soft glow of enchanted lanterns, its shelves lined with ancient tomes and magical texts. Harry and Peony Potter sat at a secluded table, surrounded by towering bookcases, each engrossed in their studies. Harry's forehead pressed against the book in front of him as he slouched over the worn table. The words on the pages seemed to blur together, creating a maze of confusion. He sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair as he sat up straight.

The fourth year curriculum was rigorous, getting them ready for their OWLs next year, but his responsibilities as a student and as an older brother were starting to collide. He didn't know how much longer he could do this, and it was still early in the school year.

"Harry, are you okay?" Peony looked up from her book, concern etched across her face.

Harry forced a tired smile. "Yeah, just trying to get through this Transfiguration essay. It feels like there's a mountain of homework this year."

Peony nodded, her expression softening. "I can see if Uncle Remi can help... I don't think he has anything important right now."

Harry appreciated her offer, but couldn't shake the growing unease within him. Dumbledore's watchful eyes had been lingering, a subtle scrutiny that felt more probing than protective. It wasn't the typical concern for a student's well-being; it felt like there was more at play. Perhaps it was that Peony was returned to them and Dumbledore's plans for her were thrown out of the window...?

Harry, turning back to his homework, saw the sad and hunched over form of Hermione Granger. Rumor had it that her parents really had died that past summer, and that she would sometimes rant about Harry Potter threatening her family, not that many believed that. Harry wouldn't draw attention to himself, though, just in case.

A shadow fell over their table. Professor Moody, with his distinctive magical eye and clinking wooden leg, loomed above them. "Potter, miss Potter," Moody grumbled. "Mind if I join you for a moment?"

The siblings exchanged a glance before gesturing for Moody to take a seat.

Moody's magical eye whirred, scanning the surroundings before he spoke. "There's something brewing, and you two need to be vigilant. Dark times are ahead. Keep an eye on each other. Dumbledore may not be telling you everything. Remember what I said. Don't trust everything you hear, and stay sharp."

The siblings exchanged puzzled glances as Moody hobbled away, his wooden leg tapping rhythmically on the Library floor.

...

The Great Hall buzzed with anticipation as Hogwarts students filled the long tables, eager chatter filling the air. The Triwizard Tournament was about to officially begin, and the arrival of students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang added a palpable excitement to the atmosphere.

Harry, dressed in his sleek Slytherin robes, stood near the entrance of the Great Hall, a mix of curiosity and enthusiasm etched on his face. The doors swung open, revealing the elegantly uniformed students of Beauxbatons, led by Madame Maxime. Their entrance was marked by a delicate fluttering of blue silk robes and the soft tinkling of magical music that seemed to accompany their every step.

As the Beauxbatons students made their way toward the center of the Great Hall, and the Ravenclaw table, Harry spotted Victor Krum, amongst the Durmstrang students. He took a deep breath, adjusting his posture, and walked forward to Welcome the Durmstrang students. "Victor!" Harry called out, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Welcome to Hogwarts!"

Krum turned toward Harry, his expression shifting from a stoic demeanor to a faint smile of recognition. The Durmstrang headmaster, Karkaroff, tried to stop him from speaking, but he did anyway. "Harry Potter," Krum greeted with a nod.

Harry ignored the majority of the looks from Durmstrang, since they were appraising him based on his name. He gestured toward the Slytherin table. "Please join us for the feast... all of you. It's been a while since the Quidditch World Cup, Victor. How've you been?"

"I've been well." Krum and the other Durmstrang students followed Harry to the Slytherin table, and the Hogwarts students watched with a mix of excitement and curiosity. The murmurs and whispers swept through the Great Hall as they sat down.

At the Slytherin table, Harry introduced Krum to his Slytherin housemates. "Everyone, this is Victor Krum, the Seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team."

The Slytherins greeted Krum with a mix of nods and polite smiles. Draco had hearts in his eyes as he looked at Krum, until Harry elbowed him in the side. Krum, though reserved, acknowledged the welcome with a nod of gratitude. He even introduced his schoolmates.

The feast commenced, and the Great Hall was filled with the aroma of delicious dishes. Conversation flowed, and Harry and Draco engaged Krum in discussions about Quidditch and their experiences at the World Cup.

A girl from Beauxbatons came over during the feast to ask for one of the French dishes, and Harry looked up at her. "Of course, please go ahead... but if you ask the table, the house elves would also gladly send more up," he responded in French.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Speaking in her native language, she asked, "You speak fluent French?"

Harry nodded. "My father and my godfather taught me when I was younger."

She looked at him appraisingly, noticing that he wasn't acting like the other boys usually did. "Fleur Delacour," she introduced herself.

"Harry Potter," he replied. He watched as she walked back over to her seat, curious at her reaction.

On the evening of October 30th, Harry called a meeting in the Slytherin Common Room. The older students were still wary, but obedient, and they stood in the back of the room. Harry paced briefly, then stood straight before his housemates. "I have grave news," he said. "News from the DMLE is that someone is trying to sabotage the Tournament." At the surprised exclamations, Harry nodded. "They don't know how, but they don't want any of the older students to enter the tournament without clear thought. There is danger in the air, and if you enter the tournament you must do so with full knowledge that you could die." Harry's face was solemn with worry.

"What do we do?" One older Slytherin asked. "None of us want to die in a tournament that is supposed to be for fun."

Harry sighed. "I hope that none of you will enter. I don't want to lose any member of Slytherin house." He took his duty as leader seriously. He cared for them, and took care of them. Everyone nodded, and they went to bed to see what the next day would bring.

All the next day, Harry dreaded the names coming out of the Goblet. He kept muttering, "Anybody would be stupid to enter this tournament without preparing for any situation, including their own death. Thankfully, no one under seventeen can enter, or Ronald Weasley would jump at the chance. All for the glory," Harry said sarcastically.

Draco laughed, patting his friend's shoulder at the dinner table. "You can't protect everyone, Harry. Just be glad that the DMLE is keeping an eye on everything here."

Harry nodded. "But I can try," he said.

Dumbledore stood, speaking about the Tournament as the Goblet's blue flame turned red. A slip flew out of the Goblet and floated over to Dumbledore to grasp. "The Durmstrang Champion is... Victor Krum."

Cheers and whistles sounded as Victor stood from the Slytherin table. Harry's eyes widened in fear. "Victor, be careful! The DMLE said that someone's trying to sabotage the tournament."

Victor looked at Harry in surprise, but nodded thankfully. "Thank you for the warning," he said with his heavy accent.

Harry nodded. He noticed that some of the other Durmstrang students and even some of the Beauxbatons students had heard his warning.

As Victor walked back to the side room, Dumbledore congratulated him loudly. Another paper slid into Dumbledore's grasp, and he looked at the name. "The Beauxbatons Champion is Fleur Delacour!"

The quarter veela stood unsteadily. She glanced over at Harry, and nodded. She had been one to hear his earlier warning. She made her way through the other students and into the side room.

Dumbledore called for the next champion, "The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory!"

Almost everyone cheered as they figured that the Champion Selection was over. Cedric stood and walked over to the side room. The crowd was still cheering when the Goblet's fire turned red again. They quieted quickly, staring in shock and confusion. Dumbledore grabbed the paper and unfolded it. He read the name in silence, looked at the Slytherin table, and softly said, "Harry Potter." He cleared his throat. "HARRY POTTER!" He yelled.

Harry felt his face pale as the blood fled. He had hoped that nothing would happen, but here he was... a fourth champion in a potential death game. His fellow Slytherins and the nearby Durmstrang students looked at him in sympathy. Harry stood, patting the pouch in his pocket where he kept the two-way mirror. He would have to contact his dad as soon as he made his way into the side room. Harry made his way up to where the professors and the two visiting school heads, ignoring Dumbledore's disappointed gaze. Harry glanced at Professor Snape, who was only showing his worry through his eyes. Then Harry stepped into the side room where the other champions waited.