A/N: Here is part 3 (Chapter 9) 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.
Rising Storms
A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover
Part 3
Chapter 9: Clearing the Air
Harry
Harry Potter paced the length of his living room, each step echoing his mounting concerns. The whispers that he was delving into dark arts, that he had made horcruxes, were not just hurtful—they threatened everything he cared about.
This morning, he was particularly pensive. Daphne, now in her eighth month of pregnancy, was resting upstairs. Her pregnancy was progressing well, but the added stress of the rumors was the last thing she needed. Meanwhile, Susan, who was transitioning into her third month, had just begun to show. Her morning sickness seemed to have abated, but Harry knew the physical changes were just starting.
His plan was simple yet daunting: find out who was behind these malicious rumors, show the wizarding world the truth of his character, and above all, protect his family and friends. He knew well the destructive power of lies. They had the potential to unravel the very fabric of one's life, and he couldn't let that happen—not to him, not to his loved ones.
As he stopped by the window, looking out at the quiet grounds, he considered his first move. "I need to confront this head-on," Harry muttered to himself. He decided to start by visiting some of the key figures in the wizarding community, those who had influence and could help him set the record straight.
Later that day, Harry set out for Diagon Alley, where he planned to meet with old allies from the Order of the Phoenix and influential shop owners who frequented the Leaky Cauldron. The conversations were careful yet candid, with Harry explaining his side and debunking the rumors. To his relief, many were receptive and offered their support, promising to spread the truth.
Returning home, Harry found Daphne in the garden, her hands gently cradling her belly as she spoke softly to the baby. Watching her, Harry felt a surge of protectiveness and love. He joined her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"How did it go?" Daphne asked, looking up at him with concern.
"Better than expected," Harry replied, squeezing her shoulder gently. "People are willing to listen, Daph. They're willing to help us spread the truth."
"That's wonderful, Harry," she smiled, a glint of relief in her eyes.
"And how are you two today?" he asked, nodding towards her belly.
"Active," she chuckled. "I think we've got a Quidditch player in here."
Harry laughed, the sound mingling with the gentle evening breeze. "And how about you, Susan? How are you feeling today?" he called out as Susan joined them from the kitchen, a glass of water in her hand.
"Much better, thanks," Susan said, sitting down beside them. "The morning sickness is finally letting up."
"That's great to hear," Harry smiled. "I've been talking to some people today, trying to clear up those rumors."
Susan nodded, her expression serious. "We're behind you, Harry. Let us know what you need."
As the evening wore on, the three of them discussed their day-to-day plans and the steps Harry had taken to protect their reputation. The discussion was interspersed with lighter moments, talking about nursery colors and baby names, allowing them a respite from the heavier topics.
By the time they headed inside, Harry felt a renewed sense of determination. The road ahead was undoubtedly filled with challenges, but with Daphne and Susan by his side, and the truth as his shield, he was ready to face whatever came their way. He knew that clearing his name would not be easy, but for his family's sake, he was prepared to fight as hard as he could to restore their peace and ensure their future was secure.