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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. Also there are quotes from the novel and TV series.

Days of the Sunflowers

Chapter II

Mycroft Holmes sat on the armchair in his study, sipping brandy while looking at the fire on the fireplace. The situation was similar to last year when he received phone call from his younger brother. He had gone to Saint Barts then to identify the body with Sherlock which led to the whole mess.

In the end, Sherlock helped the woman to fake her own death. Mycroft knew about that. But since Sherlock had gone all the way to save her, Mycroft could pretend that she was dead, if only for Sherlock's sake.

This year however, was different. There was no life threatening situation and there was no criminal mastermind who planned to ruin Sherlock. His baby brother and his flatmate even came to the Christmas dinner that Mycroft hosted. Of course, part of it because of Harry. His lovely spouse was quite mad by the elaborate and ruthless plan that he and Sherlock made to destroy Moriarty. Once his anger faded, Harry helped them with the plan. And after everything was taken care of, Harry demanded that they should meet regularly.

Mycroft and Sherlock were different from other people. They didn't really feel emotions like other people did. Mycroft especially was able to compartment his emotion. Like he told Sherlock, caring wasn't an advantage. He couldn't let his emotion overruled his head. Moriarty wasn't the only one who called him Iceman as the result. However, that rule only applied in his job.

It was a different matter in private. He cared deeply about his baby brother although he had strange way to show it. At least, according to other people like John. And he obviously cared about Harry and their children. Harry was unexpected thing in his life. Mycroft never planned to get close with other people, let alone to fall in love and get married.

But he met Harry. The other man was nice, loyal, honest and brilliant. It was rare quality these days. Mycroft liked what he saw in Harry and for the first time in his life, he was attracted to someone else. He thought of it for awhile. Should he go and pursue Harry? Or should he let it pass? It wouldn't be a matter since he was always able to contain his emotion.

In the end, he chose to pursue Harry. It was very easy to make Harry return his feelings. Mycroft wasn't master of manipulation for nothing. It only took him three months to enter the next stage in their relationship. And then the children came. James, Ashford and Al. Three brilliant and mischievous sons. Mycroft could do without mischievous part but apparently it was inherited trait of Potter family. Not only that, but their personality was also mostly Harry. Which was good since it would save his children from unpleasant childhood like Sherlock. During his childhood, Sherlock never bothered to pretend to be normal. Unlike Mycroft. Even until now, Sherlock still never cared of what the world thought of him and behaved as he liked.

Of course Sherlock had scoffed that he had lost his mind when his younger brother heard that he planned to marry Harry. But no, Mycroft was very sane and very brilliant too. Once he had Harry, he knew that Harry would be his forever.

"Planning for world dominion?" Came the amused voice of his spouse. Harry had entered his study a moment ago but chose to lean on the door to observe him.

"Hardly," he replied. He already wielded power in the England and his web had reached all over the world. But Harry didn't need to know about that. "Besides that, I'm sure that our children are doing fine with their plan."

"Ambitious plan," Harry muttered in dry tone.

Mycroft smirked a bit. James, Ashford and Al were his children. What did you expect from them?

"Enough about that already. We should rest," Harry said. "We're going to the Burrow tomorrow, remember?"

As if Mycroft could forget that. The Weasleys were Harry's family. A large one of that. And they did an awful lot of visiting, birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas and New Year.

"I suppose so." He got up from his armchair and walked towards Harry. Once he came in front of Harry, he leaned down to kiss him.

"Mycroft," Harry said breathlessly when they broke apart.

He smiled at Harry. "Come dear," he said and led Harry to their bedroom.

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Christmas at the Burrow was a large affair. Mostly because of the huge number of people who attended it. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, their children and spouse, their grandchildren and honorary Weasley such as Harry.

Mycroft was having conservation with Andromeda and Bill. Out of all of them, Mycroft was friendliest with Andromeda and Bill. On the other side of the room, Teddy Lupin sat on the sofa with his girlfriend, Victorie. Teddy was in Auror training now while Victorie ws in Healer training. James, Ashford and Al were out with their cousins. They were playing Quidditch in the garden. Cold weather and snow didn't stop the children from having fun.

Harry himself sat with Ron and Hermione. Ron now worked with George at the joke shop. Hermione meanwhile worked at DMLE.

"We're going to have New Year celebration with Sherlock and his flatmate," he told Ron and Hermione.

"I think it's nice," Hermione said."You could have friends in the Muggle world now."

"Yeah," he said.

Before Sherlock and John went home, John had issued the invitation. Harry quickly accepted it and said that he, Mycroft and the children would come.

They then talked about their friends, children and the latest news in the wizarding world. Harry enjoyed his time there.

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When John Watson arrived at the crime scene after Sherlock texted him to come, he never thought that he would find James, Ashford and Al there.

"What are you boys doing here?" he asked.

"Ah, John. You're here. Good." Sherlock said, as if there was nothing wrong with taking three teenage boys to the crime scene.

"Hi Uncle John," James said cheerfully.

Ashford merely nodded while Al smiled softly at him.

"Sherlock!" he bellowed. "You can't take your nephew to the crime scene."

"Why not?" Sherlock asked.

John fought for patience. "Why not?" he repeated. "Dear Lord...Where is Greg anyway?"

"Over there," James said. "You should see his face when he found out who our father is."

The feeling was mutual, John thought inwardly. "And Donovan didn't say anything?" She usually was the most vocal about Sherlock's presence. Although she toned it down since Sherlock's return from his faked death.

"Al sweet talked her. She is wondering right now why I could have such an innocent and adorable nephew." Sherlock replied.

Al smiled at that. A mischievous glint flashed briefly in his eyes. James snickered in the background.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade finally joined them. "John."

"Greg." He said.

"Sherlock, you can't bring your nephew here." Lestrade said desperately.

"The murderer is the husband." Sherlock stated suddenly.

"What?" Lestrade said.

"You heard me," Sherlock said disdainfully. "She found out that he was the one behind the robbery and planned to go to Scotland Yard. So he killed her."

"The robbery?" Lestrade asked in confusion.

"He robbed his own jewellery shop to claim insurance money." James informed.

Lestrade turned to look at James in disbelief.

"Why are you lot so stupid?" Sherlock muttered.

Lestrade glared at him but ordered to arrest the husband. "So, can all of you make deduction like your uncle?" he asked curiously.

"We inherit our father brains after all," James said, shrugging.

"Right, right." Lestrade muttered. "Should have figured it."

"I highly doubt it." Sherlock muttered.

John decided to interrupt them before Sherlock could throw another insult. "Greg," he said. "We're going to have New Year celebration at 221B. Just like usual, with me, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson, and Molly. Coming?"

"Oh, sure." Lestrade replied.

"Good," Sherlock said. "We're off then."

John sighed. "Well, see you later, Greg." He said.

"Goodbye, Detective Inspector." The teens chorused before trailing after their uncle.

Lestrade stared at their disappearing figures, especially at the three teenage boys. He thought that Mycroft was single like his younger brother, so meeting the boys was surprising for him. Three sons with terrifying brain like their father and uncle. He worried for the future of England.

John was surprised when Sherlock and the children made beeline towards one of the car parked outside the crime scene. He had spotted the car when he arrived but he thought nothing of it. It was white Bentley Continental GT, very nice and very, very expensive.

"What are you waiting for?" Sherlock asked.

During his musings, Sherlock and the children had climbed into the car. Sherlock in the driver seat and the children in the backseat.

"John!" Sherlock snapped impatiently.

John got into the car. Sherlock started the engine then.

"Whose car is this?" he asked.

"Dad's actually." James replied.

"It's Christmas present from Father," Ashford said.

"Did you borrow it from Harry?" John asked his flatmate.

"No," Sherlock replied. "They showed up with the car."

John raised his eyebrow.

"Father and Dad are off to their monthly romantic dinner." James explained. He made a face at the word romantic."So, we decided to visit Uncle Sherlock."

"Why didn't you say so?" John asked.

"I said that there is nothing wrong with taking them to the crime scene. I never said that I took them there." Sherlock said.

John glared at Sherlock."And who drove the car?"

"I drove it," James answered.

"You drove it?" John repeated after him.

"Yeah," James confirmed.

"You're fourteen," he said, scandalized.

"I'm aware of that," James said. "But, Father taught us how to drive. So it isn't a problem."

"We have license and all, Uncle John." Al added. "And we're responsible driver so you don't need to worry."

Sherlock stopped the car. They already arrived in their next destination, Saint Barts.

John was busy cursing Mycroft inwardly. "Do your parents know that you're here?" he asked at last.

"Of course," James said. "Father knows everything."

John sighed at the answer.

Molly was surprised to see them there. John remembered that he had to invite her for the New Year celebration.

"Hello, Molly." Sherlock greeted her.

"Sherlock, John." She turned to the teens.

"James, Ashford and Al," Sherlock said. "They're my nephews."

"Nephews?" Molly asked in shock. It was common reaction after meeting James, Ashford and Al for the first time.

"Yes," James said. "It's pleasure to meet you, Miss Molly Hooper." He smiled at her charmingly.

Molly blushed. "Ah, just call me Molly," she said.

"As you wish then, Molly," James said again.

John couldn't believe his eyes.

"We came here to invite you to New Year gathering at Uncle Sherlock's home." This time it was Ashford who spoke. "Would you grace us with your presence then?"

Molly giggled at both of them. "I would love to," she said. "You have such charming nephews." She said to Sherlock.

John was positive that his jaw had dropped to the floor. But then again, James and Ashford were handsome boys with aristocratic face. They were also tall and with the elegant clothes they wore now, they could pass as seventeen years old boy.

Sherlock merely rolled his eyes at his nephews' antics.

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New Year finally came. Mycroft, Harry and their sons were the first to show up at 221B Baker Street. James, Ashford and Al each brought gift basket with them.

"Assorted cakes and drinks," Harry explained.

"Uhm, thank you." John said.

The next guest was Mrs. Hudson who was surprised to see Harry there. Especially after she learned about his identity as Mycroft's spouse. But she recovered in no time and started gushing about the three lovely and adorable sons Mycroft had.

Lestrade and Molly came together. They too were shocked when they find out about Harry. John had deliberately withheld the information that Mycroft married another man. But soon, they all were busy conversing with each other. Sherlock meanwhile chose to occupy himself with his nephews. John could only hope they didn't come out with something dangerous such as deadly biological virus or chemical weapon. But then again, he might be too optimistic there.

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