A/N: Here is part 3 (Chapter 8) 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 8: Camp Jupiter

Percy

Percy Jackson, now known as Stormbringer, formed a swirling portal with a thought and a flick of his hand. This gateway, unlike those that carried gods between realms, simply spanned the geographical distance between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. Stepping through, he felt the familiar rush of energy, a testament to his newly acquired divine powers.

As he emerged on the outskirts of Camp Jupiter, the difference in atmosphere was palpable. The Roman camp was a stark contrast to the often chaotic vibrancy of Camp Half-Blood; here, order and discipline dominated. Percy took a deep breath, bracing himself for the reception he might receive. He was no longer just a hero of old battles—he was a god.

The Roman demigods halted in their tracks, their wary eyes sizing him up. They recognized him, not just from when he helped them against the giants, but from the aura of power that now clung to him like a mantle.

"State your purpose, Stormbringer," demanded Reyna, stepping forward with the authority that had always defined her leadership.

"Reyna, there's trouble brewing that might affect us all," Percy began, keeping his tone even and open. "I believe there's a clue here at Camp Jupiter that could help us understand what's happening with Hera's disappearance."

Reyna's expression remained guarded. "Your transformation... it has brought you far from the Percy Jackson we knew. How can we trust what you have become?"

"I can only show you," Percy replied earnestly. "Let me help around the camp. Let my actions speak for my intentions."

Reyna considered this for a long moment, her gaze piercing. Finally, she nodded. "Very well. You will join today's training exercises. Show us that your powers are meant to protect, not to dominate."

As Percy participated in the training, demonstrating control rather than force by fighting as he had when he was a demigod, the initial tension among the Roman demigods gradually eased. His familiar, easy manner reminded them of the hero they once admired, and his respectful use of his new abilities proved his continued allegiance to their cause.