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Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and properties are owned by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock and properties are owned by BBC One, Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. Harry Potter and properties are owned by JK Rowling. I don't make money from writing this.

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Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and properties are owned by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock and properties are owned by BBC One, Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. Harry Potter and properties are owned by JK Rowling. I don't make money from writing this fanfiction. The story contains spoiler for both Sherlock and Harry Potter.
Spring Concerto
Chapter II
Harry told Ron and Hermione about what had happened at his lunch with Mycroft. They were at Leaky Cauldron now. The pub was now owned by Hannah Abbot, Neville's girlfriend who made a lot of improvement in the pub.
"And Mycroft said that caring isn't an advantage." He said.
"He told you that?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Harry confirmed.
"In a way, what he said is true." Hermione said thoughtfully. "He is the British Government. Using the loved one as blackmail weapon has been done since the beginning of history."
"So I told him to find friend instead," Harry continued. "And he said that I could be his friend." At least, that was Harry thought Mycroft ask him for.
Ron looked confused. "Aren't you two friends?" he asked.
Harry shrugged. "I think I'm only his associate, one he has to interact with in monthly basis." His phone buzzed suddenly, indicating new message.
"Is it from Mycroft?" Hermione asked.
"No. It was from Philippe," Harry replied. "He apologise because he has to return to Paris without seeing me first."
The conversation shifted to Ginny's wedding. Harry then teased Hermione and Ron by asking them when they were going to follow Ginny's step.
Ron choked on his food.
"Harry!" Hermione hissed at him. Her face was red.
Harry laughed at both of them.
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Saturday came quickly. For dinner this time, Mycroft had chosen a restaurant in London, famous of its renowned chef.
"This is really delicious," Harry commented after tasting the steak served there.
"I shan't disappoint you," was Mycroft's reply.
"I'm flattered then," Harry said, smiling.
Something flashed in Mycroft's eyes but it was gone in a second.
The dinner went well and Harry enjoyed it so when Mycroft asked him for dinner again the next week, he immediately agreed.
The next time, Mycroft took him to Luna Negra, a small Italian restaurant. At least, that was Harry thought until he realized that the restaurant had private garden and that was where the guests having their meal. It was dark and the only light in the garden came from the candles on each table and also from the stage where a singer was singing Italian love song. It was really a romantic setting, Harry thought. And that was his first alarm.
"Harry?"
Mycroft's voice brought him out from his reverie. He turned and saw Mycroft looking at him, gauging his reaction.
"This is really nice," Harry said, smiling. "And I'm really starving."
"Well, they do serve delicious pasta here. You should try it."
"I shall," he said.
Their third dinner together, Mycroft took Harry to his house. At first Harry was confused, that was until Mycroft opened the massive front door and welcomed him. "I'm pleased that you could make it," the man said.
"I thought you live in Pall Mall," Harry blurted out.
"Ah, yes. That is my official residence. I have other private residences," Mycroft said, gesturing down a long hallway.
Harry nodded in understanding. He did live in Godric Hollow but he also had other house to be used for his business in Muggle world, courtesy of the Blacks.
Taking the lead, Mycroft thrust open the first door they came to. Harry entered the room and glance around. The dining room was huge with huge window that overlooked private garden outside. It was decorated beautifully, as it was with entire house. But Harry thought that the house felt cold, rather like a museum than a lived in home.
After dinner, they retreated to the library. An impressive array of books lined the walls while a wooden desk dominated one end of the room. The other half of the library was utilized as a sitting area with armchairs, sofa, coffee table and a wet bar. The liquor cabinet stood open, glasses and bottles at the ready. Harry had to admit that this was impressive.
They talked for a while and when Harry was about to leave, Mycroft gave something to him. "I saw it in London a few days ago." The man said. "I noticed that you have fondness about this particular clothing brand."
"Ermm…yes. Thank you." Harry said, accepting the paper bag from Mycroft's hand.
They were really close now and for a moment Harry thought that Mycroft was going to kiss him. But no, the man walked passes him and opened the door for Harry. They navigated the house in silence.
Harry turned to Mycroft at the door front. "Thank you for the dinner," he said. "I really enjoyed it. Text me our dinner location next time."
Mycroft looked at him and then he smiled. "Certainly." He said.
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"Scarf from Ermenegildo Zegna?" Hermione repeated after him.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. He didn't bother to ask Mycroft who the man knew that he almost always wore clothes from Zegna. This was Mycroft. The man knew everything.
The scarf in question was in Hermione's hand now. She looked at Harry and looked at the scarf again. "It's green," she said.
"Yeah, I know," he said.
"And match your eyes," she said again. After the war, Hermione took him to Saint Mungo to see if the healer there could fix his eyes. The potion was really expensive but it was worth it. Harry didn't wear glasses anymore.
"Really?" Harry didn't pay attention to it before. Green was green in his opinion.
"Mycroft is courting you," Hermione said.
"What?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Surely, you aren't that dense?" she asked.
"Well," Harry sighed. "Actually I was alarmed when he took me to Luna Negra. It's Italian restaurant by the way. You should see the place, Hermione. It's really romantic. With candles and singer who sang Italian love song."
"And that didn't tell you something?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
At the same time, Ron yelled at both of them. "Argh! I so don't want to hear this!" he protested.
"Nobody asks you to listen to this Ron," Hermione said sharply.
Ron grumbled.
"There's cake in the kitchen," Harry told him.
Ron brightened and scurried off to the kitchen.
"Really," Hermione grumbled at the redhead's behaviour before she turned to Harry. "No man will bring someone to restaurant with candles and singer if he doesn't have romantic intention, Harry. The same with the fact that no man will buy you scarf that match the colour of your eyes."
"I know that," he said. "But the problem is…Mycroft behave perfectly like usual. There is no difference at all. And you know the man has amazing poker face. And I…well, I never think of him in that way before," he admitted.
"Could you think of him in that way now?" Hermione asked, fixing him with a speculative look.
"I enjoy spending time with him. His dry humour is rather funny. He's really smart and know what he's talking," Harry said.
Hermione stared at him.
"And although people find his coldness intimidating, for me it's attractive. He's really mature too and I like that. He isn't bad looking too," he finished.
"Wow, Harry. That's…that's very enlightening." She said with a smile.
"Really?"
"Yes. Congratulations, Harry. It seems you have found yourself a lover."
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Time passed and Ginny's wedding day came. Harry went to pick Andromeda and Teddy first. His seven year old godson was so adorable in his small suit that Harry immediately searched for a camera and began taking picture. Andromeda meanwhile looked elegant in his grey Grecian gown. Her appearance was completed with diamond earrings. She looked at the scene in front of her fondly.
"Here," she said. "I'm going to take a picture of you two."
Teddy brightened at that. Harry smiled and hugged his godson tightly.
After photo session, they were ready to leave. Harry took out the invitation Ginny give him. It functioned as Portkey. He, Andromeda and Teddy touched the invitation. "The wedding," Harry said and they were whisked away.
The party was held at Nott's residence. The garden was magnificent with a sea of flowers specially ordered for the big day. The source of light came from hundreds of floating lanterns that illuminated the garden.
Ginny and Theodore Nott now were dancing in the clearing area. She looked really radiant. Theodore too, didn't stop grinning. Around them, family and friends formed a circle. Andromeda now was busy talking with some pureblood witch and Teddy was playing with another children.
"Is this wizarding folk dance?" Hermione asked. Her eyes were still on the dancing couple.
"It is a traditional wizarding wedding dance," Ron replied.
"I don't recall about this at Bill and Fleur's wedding," she said.
"Death Eaters attack, remember?" Harry said.
"Ron, will we dance this at our wedding too?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"Yes, my Mum will teach you this. The bride isn't supposed to dance with the groom before," Ron replied. It took a second for the redhead to realize what Hermione had been asking. When he did, he blush bright red.
Harry grinned at both of them. "Finally," he said.
"Harry! Ron! Hermione!"
They turned to the source of the voice. "Neville! Hannah!"
"How are you?"
"Long time no see, Neville."
"How is the life at Hogwarts?"
Neville had resigned from Auror department and went to become Sprout's apprentice since she was going to retire soon. Herbology was always Neville's passion ever since he was a child.
"I'm fine," Neville replied, smiling softly. He had his right arm around Hannah's waist.
"Well, tell them, Neville." Hannah said. "You want them to be the first to know."
"Know what?" Ron asked.
"Hannah and I are going to get married this summer," Neville told them. This time he was grinning broadly.
"Wow! Congrats mate!" Ron said.
"Congratulations, Neville, Hannah," Hermione said.
"Congratulations to both of you," Harry said.
"Thank you," Neville said.
"It's Ginny and then you," Ron commented.
"Well, you could be the next. You and Hermione," Neville said.
Ron flushed red as always when someone brought this topic up.
Harry snickered at his best friend's expression.
"And what about you, Harry?" Neville asked curiously.
"Oh, Harry has gotten himself a new boyfriend," Hermione said.
"Hermione!" Harry looked at her, scandalized.
"Really? Who?" Neville asked.
"Yes, tell us Harry," Hannah said.
"Mycroft isn't my boyfriend," Harry said, defending himself.
"Not yet," Hermione corrected. "It's only a matter of time." She said as matter of fact.
Neville frowned. "I never heard about him before."
Harry finally relented. "He is a Muggle actually. We're business associate since he has high position in British Government."
"Merlin beard!" Ron complained. "Why are we talking about this again?" He was totally ignored.
"But we are not an item. We only had few dinners together," Harry stated.
Hermione's look told Harry what she exactly thought about his statement.
Neville looked very interested in this newest gossip.
"So, none of you make a move yet?" the question came from Hannah.
"Argh! Stop this!" Ron protested. "I don't want to hear about this!" he moaned out in distress.
"But I do," came a dreamy voice belonged to none other than Luna Lovegood or Luna Scamander now. The woman was dressed in beautiful silvery dress and she was glowing.
Luna surprised everyone when she got married right after graduation with Rolf Scamander, grandson of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them author Newt Scamander. She and Rolf worked as wizarding naturalist, travelling the world in search of strange creatures. They both were famous for discovering and classifying many species that had never been encountered before.
"Luna!" Harry, Ron and Hermione chorused.
It had been a long time ever since Harry saw Luna. He hugged her and then shook hand with Rolf. "How are you Luna?" he asked warmly.
"I'm fine," she replied. "Lorcan and Lysander are fine too."
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Lorcan and Lysander, my twin babies," she said, patting her stomach.
Harry didn't know who said what because everyone was busy congratulating Luna and Rolf at the same time.
"How far long?" Hannah asked excitedly.
"Three months," Rolf answered, smiling.
Luna however ignored them and looked at Harry intently with her big silver eyes. "You're surrounded by Singing Smorinas, Harry." She said seriously.
"Uhmm…" What was that creature again?
"That's very good," Luna said cheerily. "They're only around when you find your true love. It's about time, Harry."
Hermione and Ron stared at him.
"Do bring Mycroft next time. I would like to meet him. He is good for you."
Neville and Hannah joined the staring game too. Harry felt really awkward now.
Luna smiled at him serenely.
Mr. Weasley came at the moment. "There you are!" he said. "Hello Neville, Hannah, Luna and Rolf." He turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "It's picture time now. Come on. Your mother is waiting." He dragged them away, leaving bewildered Neville and Hannah, amused Rolf and calm Luna.
Neville turned to Luna a moment later. "So, this new boyfriend of Harry… that is true, isn't it?"
"Why, of course." Luna replied.
Their small gathering had attracted the attention of their former Hogwarts mate and by the end of party, everyone had heard that Harry had new boyfriend. He was a Muggle apparently and he was a powerful politician in the British government. By the next morning, everyone was convinced that Harry and his mysterious boyfriend already got married and now they planned to adopt children to complete their family. Such a power of rumour mills. Harry of course, remained oblivious to all of this.
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