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. :)
A/N 2: Here's a note to all of you: I am Autistic and I have ADHD. I didn't realize the mistake I made at first in one of the previous chapters, because I kept thinking of what would happen in Part 2 of the story. I said Oceanus was a lesser deity, when I should have said Titan, but I was thinking about how the gods were going to be working on their interactions with the lesser gods. I'm sorry for that. I didn't catch it before I posted the chapter.
Also, I'm sorry, but if you don't like how I took creative license to write my characters how I want, then I'm not forcing you to read my story. Thank you for your support so far, but I don't need the negativity. :) I write for the fun and to spread joy to those that like both Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. I have every right to make Thanatos Hades's son... and I'm sorry if you feel like Hades is 'boring'. The person that said that Hades is boring did have a few good suggestions, but I'm not going to change my mind because one person says I 'should do this' or 'should do that'.
That's enough for me right now, but after the chapter, I'll add the notes I have for Harry's powers for those of you who actually like my story the way it is. :)
Rising Storms
A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover
Part 2
Chapter 2:
Percy
Percy stared at those around him after the twins left. Apollo and Poseidon were staring at each other, having a silent conversation. Annabeth was talking to her mom, and Grover was talking to Thalia. Percy smiled. Everything was going to be okay now. He just knew it. Hades and Zeus were still glaring at each other in the corner of the room. Percy hoped that the two got through their differences soon.
"Maybe the demigods should head back to Camp Halfblood," Poseidon said, drawing everyone's attention.
"Yes, yes," Zeus said distractedly. "We thank you demigods for your service to Olympus." He waved them off.
Percy scowled at the floor. 'Yeah, thanks for saving Olympus when we were too stubborn to ask for help.' He thought to himself. He followed the other demigods and Grover to the elevator, and looked back to wave to his dad... giving Apollo a shy smile, and heading down to the lobby of the Empire State Building.
Chiron looked up from where he stood in the lobby and smiled when he saw the demigods and Grover. "Thank the gods!" he said. He walked over. "I'm so glad you survived." He looked at each of them, smiling again. "Let's go home."
Percy looked around. There were a lot more bodies covered in sheets. It hit him then, that while they won, they did lose quite a bit. He turned sad eyes to Chiron. "Yes, let's," he said.
As the weary group of demigods, satyrs, and Chiron made their way back to Camp Half-Blood, a heavy silence hung over them, punctuated only by the occasional sound of footsteps and the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. The journey had been long and arduous, and the weight of their losses bore heavily upon them.
As they reached the familiar boundaries of camp, a wave of mixed emotions washed over the group. Relief mingled with grief, and anticipation with sorrow. They had emerged victorious from the battle against Kronos, but the cost had been high, and the scars ran deep.
As they entered the camp, they were greeted by a somber atmosphere, the usual sounds of laughter and camaraderie replaced by hushed whispers and solemn expressions. The loss of their fallen comrades hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of victory.
Chiron led the group to the center of camp, where a makeshift memorial had been erected to honor the fallen. Demigods and satyrs alike gathered around the memorial, their heads bowed in a moment of silent reverence.
One by one, they stepped forward to pay their respects, offering prayers and blessings to their fallen friends and comrades, and laid shrouds on a large bonfire. Memories were shared, tears were shed, and the weight of their grief was shared amongst them, a burden too heavy to bear alone.
But amidst the sorrow, there was also a sense of gratitude and pride. They had fought bravely against impossible odds, and their sacrifices had not been in vain. The memory of their fallen friends would live on in the hearts of those they left behind, a testament to their courage and their unwavering dedication to the cause.
As the sun began to set on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the camp, a sense of peace descended upon the gathered demigods. Though their losses were great, they had emerged stronger and more united than ever before.
And as they stood together, shoulder to shoulder, beneath the fading light of day, a figure walked through the camp's barrier and up to the Big House. Green light flashed out of the window of the attic, drawing everyone's attention. Then minutes later, a girl stepped out of the house and walked to where Chiron, Percy, and Clarisse stood.
"Rachel?" Percy asked.
Her mouth opened, as a golden figure appeared nearby, and green mist came out as she spoke hauntingly:
"In realms divided, seven shall stand,
From rival camps, across the land.
To free the goddess, trapped in a cage,
Their journey begins, in this mortal age.
Their destinies entwined, by ancient decree,
Through trials and perils, they'll seek to be free.
Among the chosen, two shall ascend,
To godly heights, their paths to blend.
Yet hidden this truth, in shadows deep,
Which two shall rise, from their mortal sleep?
Through courage and strife, their fates entwined,
To realms beyond, they'll leave behind.
So heed the call, of this prophecy's song,
As heroes unite, brave and strong.
In unity they'll rise, to face their fate,
As demigods ascend, to a higher state."
Rachel's mouth shut, and she shook her head to clear it.
Apollo smiled, saying, "All hail the Oracle! For she has given another Great Prophecy!" He winked at Percy and waved goodbye before he left.
As August waned and September approached, Percy Jackson found himself caught in the ebb and flow of daily life in New York City. His summer days were now over, and he found himself going back to school. But as the weeks turned into months, Percy's routine was disrupted by an unexpected absence: Apollo. The god of the sun had been a regular visitor to Percy's apartment, their time together a welcome reprieve from the chaos of demigod life. But in October, Apollo stopped coming, leaving Percy bewildered and anxious.
As the days passed without word from Apollo, Percy's worry grew, gnawing at the edges of his mind like a persistent itch. He reached out to the other gods for answers, but their responses were nonexistent, leaving Percy no closer to understanding Apollo's disappearance.
Meanwhile, rumors began to circulate among the demigods of Olympus's closure, the once-bustling home of the gods now silent. Percy couldn't help but wonder if Apollo's absence was somehow connected to the upheaval on Mount Olympus, but without concrete answers, he was left to speculate.
November brought with it a chill in the air and a heaviness in Percy's heart. With each passing day, the sense of unease that had settled over him only deepened, casting a shadow over his days and filling him with a sense of foreboding.
For those of you who actually like my story the way it is, my sister and I had a lot of ideas for Harry's godly inheritance. Here's a note of the powers we discussed for Harry, based on his godly ancestry and other abilities he gained:
1. Descendant of Thanatos: Death
2. Descendant of Hades: Darkness and Death
3. Descendant of Eros: Love
4. Descendant of Tyche: Luck
5. Descendant of Nemesis: Justice
6. (and this is not from the godly ancestors, but from the Blacks) Metamorphmagus: Harry is also a metamorphmagus, granting him the ability to change his appearance at will. This innate talent allows him to alter his physical appearance, including his hair, facial features, and body shape, with little effort.