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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.

Winter Tale

New Year Tale

Dr. John Watson was having tea while watching telly when someone knocked on the door. He got up from his armchairs, intending to open the door but found out that the guest was already inside.

"What does he want?" Sherlock's voice rang out from the kitchen when he was busy with his experiment. John didn't know what Harry was thinking with giving Sherlock a set of chemical stuff consisted of colourful liquid and suspicious looking powder as Christmas present.

Mycroft apparently was immune to his younger brother's rudeness. Must come from years of practice.

John sighed. "Sherlock, you can get out to talk with your brother. It wouldn't kill you," he said dryly.

"The boredom will kill me!" Sherlock replied.

But in the end, Sherlock got out from the kitchen, sulking.

"Hello, Sherlock." Mycroft greeted his younger brother.

"Is this social call?" Sherlock asked.

"Oh, yes, purely social." Mycroft paused a bit. "How are you?"

"Very well." Sherlock replied. "Well, now that the social call is over, hadn't we better get down to business? What do you want, Mycroft?"

Mycroft took out five white envelopes from the pocket of his suit and gave it to John. "It's a new year party invitation. Harry has gotten it in his head to throw New Year party and invite you all. The invitation for Detective Inspector Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson and Miss Hooper are in there too. If it isn't too much bother, please give it to them."

"Erm...alright," John said.

Mycroft smiled. "Excellent. Now after my business here is done, I shall excuse myself. Oh, and please remember, you must bring the invitation with you. I, of course, shall provide transportation for you and the others."

John gave the invitation with Sherlock's name to the detective which Sherlock begrudgingly took. He kept the other invitation with him. If he trusted it with Sherlock, he was almost sure the other recipients would never accept it.

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"New Year party?" Lestrade asked.

"Yes, Greg," John replied. "It was Harry's idea so Mycroft said that he would provide the transportation."

Lestrade nodded. "I'll come then. It wasn't as if I had something else to do."

Fortunately, Sherlock was out of hearing range. If he didn't, Sherlock would start talking about Mrs. Lestrade affair again.

Donovan showed up suddenly. "Well, you're here," she addressed John. "You host New year party at your flat?" she asked in disbelief.

"No," John shook his head. "It's Sherlock's brother in law party."

"Brother in law?" Donovan echoed.

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me." John really had no desire to explain about Sherlock's family to her. He didn't know what disparaging remark she would make and it was better not to risk Mycroft's wrath. He went to join Sherlock where the man was busy examining the dead body. "Found something?" he asked.

"Hmm...yes." Sherlock straightened then turned to shout at Lestrade. "The murderer is the housekeeper!"

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John insisted that they went to the morgue the next to deliver Molly's invitation. Sherlock grumbled but he tagged along.

"New year party? Oh, I would love too," Molly said enthusiastically.

John suspected that this had something to do with Harry's Christmas present. Aside of Sherlock, Harry actually gave them all present and the presents for Mrs. Hudson and Molly turned out to be diamond earrings. Women loved diamond and Mrs. Hudson and Molly had nothing but the highest praise for Harry ever since. That had made John wonder actually. Could law enforcement officer afford for it? But then again, Mycroft probably paid for the presents.

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As promised, Mycroft sent two cars to pick them up at Baker Street. John had never heard about Grimmauld Square before but the place turned out to be posh area with big housed and expensive cars that lined the street. The chauffeur dropped them at the end of the street where Mycroft and Harry were already waiting.

"Do you have the invitation with you?" Harry asked.

"Yes," they replied.

"Wonderful! Follow me please," Harry said, leading the way. They arrived at Grimmauld Square Number 12 a moment later. "Welcome," Harry said and opened the door.

The house was bigger in the inside than it looked like from outside. Harry led them to the living room. It was huge with brick fireplace that took up one entire wall. The antique furniture matched the rest of the decor of the house.

"It's like Downton Abbey," Mrs. Hudson whispered.

John had to agree. The whole house screamed old money.

Teddy ran to greet them. The boy was followed by small black puppy that was wagging his tail happily.

John gave his and Sherlock's Christmas present to the boy. Well, it was from him alone actually. It turned out that Lestrade, Molly and Mrs. Hudson also had the same idea.

"Wow! Thank you," Teddy said, grinning happily.

"Oh, such polite and adorable child." Mrs. Hudson gushed out again.

"Thank you," a new voice interrupted.

"Andromeda," Harry said."Everyone, meet Andromeda Black, Teddy's grandmother."

Andromeda Black had a bearing of queen. It was obvious that she was a high class woman born in aristocrat family. John wouldn't be surprised if she was related to the Queen. Harry introduced his friends the next, Ron and Hermione Weasley. And the last was Mycroft's assistant, Anthea. But then again, Harry invited Sherlock's friend and Anthea was probably the closest thing Mycroft had as a friend.

The party was officially begun. Sherlock predictably took the armchair near the fireplace and started brooding. At least, that was until Teddy engaged him in a conversation. Harry rushed around to greet his guest one by one, trying to be a good host. He finally stopped at John.

"Thank you for having us here," John said.

Harry shook his head. "Nah," he said."This is the first time I invite friends from Mycroft side. Usually I dragged him to my friends' place."

John doubted that Mycroft thought of them as his friends but he kept his opinion to himself. But he couldn't imagine Harry dragging Mycroft around if the older man really didn't want to.

"Of course, that is when he isn't busy." Harry said again. "And when I'm not busy."

"Oh, what do you do again?" he asked curiously.

"Harry is the Chief of Britain Special Defence Force," Mycroft said.

"Mycroft!" Harry hissed.

A military man? Harry didn't really look like it. But Chief? Wow. Someone who was high in the hierarchy of power. Well, Mycroft probably wouldn't settle for someone less than that.

Not far from them, Teddy and Sherlock were conversing in Latin.

"That's amazing," John said. "I never met ten year old boy who could speak in Latin fluently."

"Teddy is twelve actually," Harry corrected. "And the language is taught at school."

"School?"

"Yes. A boarding school in Scotland. Teddy, Andromeda, Ron, Hermione and I all went there." Harry explained.

Hermione and Molly joined them. They were talking about Molly's job. It was then when John realized that what he thought as wallpaper actually was family tapestry.

"Toujours pur," he read the motto written in the family crest.

"It means always pure," Harry said. "It's the motto of Black family."

"Are you a Black?" John questioned.

"No. But my grandmother was a Black." Harry pointed to Dorea Black name. "My godfather was the last Black male. When he died, I inherited everything."

"Sirius, Regulus, Orion, Arcturus..." Molly read the tapestry.

"Most of the Blacks were named after stars and constellation," Harry explained.

Lestrade too joined them. "Isn't Orion and Walburga cousins?" he asked, frowning.

"Yes. Back then, marriage between cousins was done to ensure the continuation of family line and to keep fortune inside the family."

Sherlock snorted. "The inbreeding also caused mental and physical problem."

"Yeah, that too." Harry said.

Andromeda, who sensed the sombre situation, offering them drinks and delicacies. Soon, the party atmosphere was restored. John had to admit that it wasn't a bad New Year party. When the party was over, Harry gave each of them two bottles of rare wine from his own vineyards and told them to enjoy it.

After the last guest was gone and Andromeda and Teddy retrieved to their respective bedrooms, Harry was left with Mycroft.

"Come on," he said. "That was fun. They're all nice person. It's good for Sherlock to finally find a loyal friends. And by some extension, they're the closest thing you friends that you might have. You could do with friends you know."

Mycroft stared at him. "I have you," he said.

"Not really the same actually," he replied.

Mycroft looked at him for a long time, searching his face. "I have given a thought about your idea."

"And?" Harry asked.

"Well, this might be the time. After all, I'm not getting younger." Whatever he might say the next was cut off as Harry pounced on him.

"Mycroft, this is wonderful!" Harry said between kisses. "We'll tell Teddy, Andromeda, Hermione and Ron in the morning! Oh, Teddy will be ecstatic! We're going to tell your brother and his friend too!"

"Sherlock will never let me live it down." Mycroft said dryly.

"Nonsense. You know that he's secretly glad." Harry said. "Hmm...I like James Sirius Potter name, after my father and godfather. It has nice ring on it, what do you think?"

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