A/N: Here is part 3 of Rising Storms! I hope you enjoy it. As for the submission, I had to send over the first 5,000 words of my story and that took a few days to write. I submitted to Harlequin on Wednesday the 22nd. Now, I just have to wait to hear back from them.

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Part 3

Chapter 1: A New God Among Olympians Harry

Harry stood at the edge of the grand marble platform, his eyes scanning the vast expanse of Olympus. The sky was a canvas of brilliant golds and purples, the sun dipping below the horizon in a blaze of glory. This was his new home, the realm of the gods, and yet, he felt more out of place than ever.

He had been introduced to the Olympians moments ago, their immortal eyes scrutinizing him with a mix of curiosity and wariness. The air was thick with a tension he could almost taste, a palpable reminder that he was an outsider here. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make sense of it all.

Beside him, Percy Jackson stood, equally new to this divine world. They had been introduced together, two mortals elevated to godhood, their destinies intertwined. The gods had watched them with the same skeptical eyes, and Harry felt a strange camaraderie with Percy in that moment.

Harry watched as Jason, one of the demigods, was being healed by Apollo. The god of the sun and healing was as radiant as ever, his golden hair catching the light. But what caught Harry's attention wasn't the healing itself; it was the way Apollo's gaze lingered on Percy. There was a tender warmth in Apollo's eyes, a flirtatious smile that Percy responded to with an equally affectionate look.

"New York City to Olympus," Harry muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Quite the leap."

Percy chuckled beside him. "Tell me about it," he said, his voice tinged with amusement and a hint of nerves. "But we'll figure it out together."

As Harry tried to blend into the background, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation. The gods were talking about them, their voices low but their words unmistakable.

"Do we really need more gods?" Hera's voice was sharp and skeptical.

"They could be useful," Athena countered, her tone measured. "But we need to keep an eye on them."

Harry sighed, feeling the weight of their judgment. He turned his attention back to the scene in front of him. Apollo had finished healing Jason, who now stood looking revitalized. Apollo walked over to Percy, slipping an arm around his waist with an ease that spoke of long familiarity.

"How are you holding up, Seaweed Brain?" Apollo asked, his tone light but his eyes full of concern.

Percy smiled, leaning into Apollo's embrace. "Just trying to take it all in. It's… a lot."

Apollo nodded, pressing a kiss to Percy's temple. "You'll do great. Both of you will."

Harry watched the interaction, feeling a pang of envy mixed with relief. At least Percy had found some stability in this chaos. But what about him?

Percy turned to Harry, his expression sympathetic. "Hey, if you ever need to talk or anything, we're here for you," he said, glancing at Apollo, who nodded in agreement.

"Thanks, Percy. Apollo," Harry said, forcing a smile. "I appreciate it."

As Percy and Apollo walked away, Harry's thoughts drifted. He had faced countless challenges before, but this was different. Here, he wasn't just another wizard; he was expected to be a god. The weight of that expectation was almost suffocating.

He glanced at the other Olympians, some still casting wary glances in his direction. Could he ever be one of them? Could he find a place where he truly belonged?

Harry took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs. The dramatic question echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his uncertain future: Has Harry finally found his place?

Only time would tell.

…

Harry took a deep breath, the cool air of Olympus filling his lungs as he prepared for the journey back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, ornate key—an heirloom passed down through generations of the Potter family. The key glinted in the golden light of Olympus, its intricate design almost glowing with latent magic.

He closed his eyes and whispered the incantation. The air around him shimmered, and a portal began to form, its edges flickering with blue and silver light. Harry stepped through, feeling the familiar pull of magic transporting him across realms.

In an instant, he found himself standing in the foyer of his London mansion. The grand entrance hall was quiet, the soft hum of magical wards the only sound. He took a moment to steady himself, the transition from the divine realm to his home a bit disorienting.

Before he could take another step, the sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears. The door to the living room swung open, and Daphne appeared, her face lighting up with a mix of relief and joy. Her rounded belly, evidence of her seven-month pregnancy, was unmistakable beneath her flowing gown.

"Harry!" Daphne exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion.

Harry crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat, wrapping her in a gentle embrace. "I've missed you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Daphne held him tightly, her hands resting on his back. "And I've missed you," she replied softly. "Come, Susan's been waiting anxiously for your return."

He followed her into the living room, where Susan was pacing back and forth. Her auburn hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her brown eyes were filled with concern. When she saw Harry, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Harry," Susan said, rushing to him. She hugged him tightly, and he could feel the tension leave her body.

Harry smiled, holding both of his wives close. "I'm home," he said simply, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him.

Daphne led them to the sofa, and they all sat down, a comfortable silence settling over them for a moment. Then, the questions began.

"How was it?" Susan asked, her curiosity palpable. "Did you find Percy?"

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, I found him. He's… he's a god now. And so am I."

Daphne and Susan exchanged a look, their expressions a mix of awe and concern.

"A god?" Daphne repeated, her voice hushed. "Harry, that's… incredible."

"Incredible and overwhelming," Harry admitted. He told them about Olympus, the wary looks from the other gods, and his interactions with Percy and Apollo. He spoke of the grandeur and the strange feeling of displacement, of not quite belonging.

"But the hardest part," he continued, his voice softening, "was realizing that I might never truly fit in there. Even as a god, I felt like an outsider."

Susan reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "You've always found a way to belong, Harry. Whether it was at Hogwarts or here with us. You'll find your place there, too."

Daphne nodded in agreement. "You're not alone in this. You have us, and you have Percy. You'll figure it out."

Harry smiled, feeling a renewed sense of hope. "Thank you. Both of you. Your support means everything to me."

As they sat together, talking late into the night, Harry shared more details of his journey, the challenges he faced, and the friends he made along the way. Daphne and Susan listened intently, offering their insights and comfort.

At one point, Daphne shifted slightly, a hand resting on her belly. "And while you've been away, we've had some news too," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

"Oh?" Harry asked, looking between them.

Daphne nodded towards Susan, who took a deep breath. "Harry, I'm two months pregnant," she announced, her voice trembling slightly.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise and joy. "Susan, that's wonderful!" He pulled her into a hug, his heart swelling with happiness. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"We wanted to tell you in person," Susan said, her eyes shining with tears. "We didn't want to worry you while you were away."

Harry kissed her gently, then turned to Daphne, placing a hand on her belly. "Our family is growing," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "I can't believe it."

They spent the rest of the evening basking in the warmth of their reunion, the love and support they shared providing Harry with a renewed sense of purpose. He knew that with Daphne and Susan by his side, he could face whatever challenges lay ahead, both in Olympus and here at home.

With his wives by his side and the promise of a growing family, Harry felt ready to embrace his new identity and find his place among the gods. For now, though, he was content to be here, surrounded by the love of those who mattered most.