A/N: Here is part 3 (Chapter 3) of Rising Storms! I hope you enjoy it. Oh, it was requested that Harry have 7-9 ladies, but I don't know if I will mention all of them... You see the first one (third after Daphne and Susan) at the end of the chapter.

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Part 3

Chapter 3: Life as ...Normal?

Harry

Harry woke up to the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains of their London mansion. The weight of his responsibilities as a god momentarily lifted as he turned to see Daphne, her belly round with their unborn child, still peacefully asleep beside him. He gently placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a small kick in response, which made him smile.

Susan entered the room quietly, already dressed and ready for the day. She placed a hand on her still flat stomach, and Harry's heart swelled with love. He had known about her pregnancy for a week now, and the news had brought a renewed sense of joy and anticipation.

"Good morning, Harry," Susan whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Breakfast is almost ready. I thought we'd head over to Potter Manor today, spend some time with the family."

"Sounds perfect," Harry replied, carefully slipping out of bed so as not to wake Daphne. He wrapped an arm around Susan, drawing her close. "How are you feeling?"

"Better every day," Susan said with a smile. "And you?"

Harry sighed, his thoughts briefly drifting to his godly duties, but he quickly pushed them aside. "I'm good. Today, I just want to focus on us, our family." As he showered and dressed for the day, Susan sat in the bathroom, keeping him company, before they headed downstairs.

Downstairs, they found Daphne already at the table, rubbing her belly and eyeing the spread of breakfast foods hungrily. "Good morning, you two," she greeted, a playful glint in her eye. "Let's eat and then head over to see James and Peony."

After breakfast, they made their way to Potter Manor. The grand estate was a symbol of their past and present, a place where they could feel truly at home. Peony, Harry's little sister, greeted them at the door with an excited grin.

"Harry, Daphne, Susan! It's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, hugging them all in turn.

Inside, the familiar warmth of family enveloped them. James Potter, looking every bit the proud father, was chatting animatedly with Sirius Black and Remus Black, who were both keeping a watchful eye on their energetic four-year-old son, Regulus.

"Uncle Harry!" Regulus shouted, launching himself into Harry's arms. Harry caught him with a laugh, lifting the boy high into the air.

"How's my favorite little marauder?" Harry asked, setting Regulus back down.

"Good! Dad says I can have a broomstick for my birthday!" Regulus said, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Does he now?" Harry shot a playful glance at Sirius, who shrugged innocently.

"Just a toy one," Sirius said with a wink.

The morning passed in a blur of laughter and conversation. Daphne and Susan sat together, discussing baby names and nursery ideas, while Harry caught up with James and Peony.

"How's the god life treating you, Harry?" James asked, his tone both teasing and genuinely curious.

Harry shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's a lot to handle, but I'm managing. Right now, I'm just happy to be here with all of you."

As the afternoon sun began to dip in the sky, they all gathered in the garden for tea. The peaceful ambiance was a stark contrast to the chaos that sometimes ruled Harry's life. He watched as Daphne and Susan chatted with Peony, their hands resting on their pregnant bellies. The sight filled him with a profound sense of contentment.

Regulus, ever the ball of energy, was now attempting to climb a tree with Sirius and Remus keeping a watchful eye. Harry joined them, playfully helping Regulus reach the lower branches.

"You're really good with him," Remus remarked, smiling warmly at Harry.

Harry shrugged modestly. "Just trying to be the best uncle I can be."

As they all sat together, Harry felt a deep gratitude for moments like these. Here, surrounded by those he loved, he could almost forget the weight of his divine duties. This was his sanctuary, his grounding force.

With two babies on the way, Harry knew life was about to get even more chaotic. But with Daphne and Susan by his side, along with the unwavering support of his family, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. It was in these simple, joyful moments that Harry found his true strength, reminding him that, god or not, family was his greatest power.

...

One crisp autumn evening, Harry found himself in the ethereal garden of Olympus, where the air shimmered with a mystical light. As he conversed with Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, he couldn't help but notice her piercing gaze and the way her presence exuded a kind of fierce independence. Their conversations were always intense, filled with discussions about life, death, and the natural order of the universe. Artemis respected Harry for his wisdom and strength, and though their interactions were purely intellectual, there was an undeniable connection between them. For someone who swore off men, she was pretty cool, especially hearing about the quest that Percy went on to save her and Annabeth.

Harry also spent time with the tree spirits, flirting a little with them and sometimes getting one or two into his bed. It still felt weird to be with other women when he had a family in England, but Daphne and Susan both kept telling him that he had an open marriage contract with each of them which meant that he was free to have lovers on the side... and so were they, even if they never took lovers.

"What are you thinking about so hard," came a voice from behind him as he sat on a bench.

Looking over his shoulder briefly, Harry saw who it was. "Aphrodite, hello. I was just thinking about home."

Aphrodite smiled charmingly. She came over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing her chest against his back. "Well, you could always come home with me if thinking about home puts that much of a strain on you."

Harry glanced at her, thinking about it. "Won't Ares get mad?"

"Yes, but it makes the make up sex that much better." She smirked. Then she pulled him up from the bench and inside.