A/N: Here is part 3 (Chapter 6) 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... Also, I'm sorry if I don't follow your expectations of the Greek gods and goddesses. I'm writing this the way that suits the story.

A/N 2: I took a while to focus on other (more pressing) stories that I have recently published last month... but yesterday, September 4th, I wrote 7 chapters! I will be uploading as many as I can today to make up for my absence... This chapter was part of chapter 4, but I ended up putting it here to better flow...

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Part 3

Chapter 6: Back to Camp Half-Blood

Percy

With a thought, he summoned a portal, the air before him shimmering with energy. Stepping through, he felt the familiar pull of the camp's magical boundaries, and moments later, he emerged at the edge of the camp, the sounds of the forest and the laughter of campers filling the air.

But something was wrong. There was a palpable tension, a sense of urgency that hung over the camp like a storm cloud. Percy hurried towards the Big House, where he knew Chiron would be waiting.

He found the centaur standing on the porch, his face etched with worry. Beside him stood Annabeth, her gray eyes sharp with concern.

"Percy," Chiron greeted him, his voice heavy with relief and anxiety, "thank the gods you're here."

"What's going on?" Percy asked, his eyes darting between Chiron and Annabeth.

Chiron gestured for them to sit, his expression grim. "There's been a disturbance in Olympus, and we've received word that it might be related to the disappearance of Hera. We need your insight and help to investigate further."

Annabeth nodded, her voice steady but tinged with worry. "We've received a note from Hera that's for you. We're worried this might be part of something bigger." She held out the postcard.

Percy felt a chill run down his spine. He took the note, but didn't read it yet. The pieces were starting to fit together, forming a picture of a looming threat that was far greater than he had imagined. "Do we have any leads?" he asked.

Chiron shook his head. "No. Just that note."

Percy nodded, determination hardening his features. He looked down at the note. In Hera's sloping handwriting, it said, 'Stormbringer, go to the place where Harry ascended. There, you might find a clue.' On the other side of the postcard note was a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. "I'll do whatever it takes."

As he stood to leave, Annabeth placed a hand on his arm. "Be careful, Percy. Whatever this is, it's powerful enough to take a goddess. We need you to come back in one piece."

He gently squeezed her hand, offering a friendly reassuring smile. "I will. I promise."

"Good luck, Perseus Jackson," Chiron said. He placed a fist on his chest and bowed low.

With that, Percy turned and created a portal. He had to go to the Roman camp, Camp Jupiter. Something there was going to be a clue in where Hera was taken. The shadows might be closing in, but Percy Jackson was ready to bring the light.