A/N: Here is part 3 (Chapter 7) 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...

Rising Storms

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover

Part 3

Chapter 7: Torn Between Two Worlds

Harry

After leaving Potter Manor, Harry's mind buzzed with his father's words, swirling like a relentless storm. James had seen through him—seen the internal battle that Harry had been fighting ever since he ascended to godhood. The notion that he might be losing himself in the process was both unsettling and revealing.

As he walked through the streets, Harry decided he needed to talk to Daphne and Susan. They, more than anyone, would understand the conflict he felt. They were his anchor, his home, regardless of his divine status. Maybe they could provide the insight he so desperately needed.

He found them in the living room of their shared home, Daphne resting on a couch with a hand on her swollen belly and Susan sitting close by, knitting what looked like a tiny sweater. Their calm domesticity was a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside him.

"Daphne, Susan, I need to talk," Harry announced abruptly, his voice tense.

Both women looked up, concern etching their features as they took in his agitated state. "What's wrong, Harry?" Susan asked, setting aside her knitting.

"It's... it's about who I am now. Or rather, who I'm trying to be," Harry started, pacing in front of them. "I'm trying to live in two worlds, and I don't think I'm succeeding at either."

Daphne patted the space beside her, signaling him to sit. "Talk to us, Harry. We're here for you, no matter what."

Taking a deep breath, Harry sat down, his eyes flickering between the two most important people in his life. "Dad said something to me today. He thinks I'm trying to be two separate people—a full-time wizard and a full-time god. And maybe he's right. I've been so focused on balancing these roles that I've lost sight of how to just be... me."

Susan reached out, taking his hand. "Harry, you don't have to choose between being a god and being a wizard. Maybe it's not about balancing but integrating. You're both, and maybe that's okay."

"But that's just it, isn't it? I'm not doing a good job at integrating anything. I'm always halfway here, halfway somewhere else. I'm never fully present anywhere, not as a god, not as a wizard, and certainly not here with you both," Harry confessed, the frustration clear in his voice.

Daphne squeezed his other hand. "Harry, love, you're trying to divide your strength between your roles, but maybe it's not about strength. It's about acceptance. Accepting that you are one person who happens to have extraordinary responsibilities. You don't need to compartmentalize everything."

"But how do I do that without feeling like I'm constantly compromising one part of myself?" Harry asked, genuinely seeking an answer.

"It starts by accepting that you are one person, one Harry who is both a wizard and a god. You don't have to be perfect at either. You just need to be true to yourself," Susan explained gently.

Harry sat back, the tension slowly draining from his body as he considered their words. They were right; he had been so caught up in trying to perfectly fulfill both roles that he had neglected to consider that perhaps his true strength lay in his unique ability to bridge both worlds.

"Maybe I've been looking at this all wrong," Harry admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Maybe it's not about being a perfect god or a perfect wizard. Maybe it's about being perfectly imperfect, embracing all parts of myself."

Daphne nodded, her expression warm and understanding. "Exactly, Harry. And no matter what, we love you. All of you. God, wizard, husband, soon-to-be father. You don't have to separate those parts. They all make up who you are."

Their words wrapped around him like a warm blanket, and for the first time in a long while, Harry felt a sense of peace wash over him. He was still torn between two worlds, but perhaps, with Daphne and Susan's help, he could find a way to live in both—not perfectly, but authentically.