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

A Thousand Stars

Chapter II

Six months ago...

"You want me for what?" Harry Potter stared at Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic, in disbelief.

Kingsley sighed. "You heard me, Harry." The man said.

"But, why me?" he asked.

"Because, of all the Aurors here qualified for the job, you're the only one who have enough experience in the Muggle world." Kingsley stated.

"And how long this undercover mission will last?" he asked in trepidation.

"I don't know," Kingsley replied.

"What do you mean that you don't know?" Ron protested.

The three of them were in Kingsley office now. The man had called them earlier to discuss important matter that turned out to be undercover mission for Harry.

Kingsley fixed both of them with alook. "As long as the threat remains, your aid is required."

"Another Dark Lord wannabe..." Ron grumbled loudly. "Why can't we finish them off?"

"I've enough of Dark Lords," Harry muttered.

"Yeah, me too." Ron agreed.

"We all do," Kingsley stated.

Harry sighed. "Fine," he said at last. "I will do it."

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed.

Kingsley took the heavy folder on the top of his desk and gave it to Harry. Harry took it and began reading the content. The Dark Lord wannabe, a German wizard named Andreas Baader, planned to kill all European Muggle leader to create chaos. Thus Harry was tasked with protecting the Muggle Prime Minister. He would pose as the man's personal assistant.

"Are we going to inform him?" Harry asked.

"No," Kingsley replied. "We protect him for precaution. There is no need to raise alarm yet. When Baader is captured, you can leave with none being the wiser."

Harry nodded at that.

"However, there is one thing you need to know." Kingsley said seriously. "Aside of the Muggle Prime Minister and the ruling monarch, which is the Queen now, there is someone else who know about the existence of wizarding world."

Harry and Ron exchanged look.

"His name is Mycroft Holmes, the British Government." Kingsley said. "You can say that he is the shadow ruler of Britain."

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Well, they pass everything to him. He is the one who makes every important decision." Kingsley replied.

"Really?" Ron asked, bewildered.

Kingsley chuckled. "He does his best for Britain so you don't need to look so worried."

"It's good if he doesn't abuse his position. The temptation might be too great to resist." Harry said carefully. "However I never heard such thing before."

"He is the only one in the world." Kingsley said. "I have to warn you that the man look thorough everything so don't be surprised if he finds out that you're an Auror."

"We will see about that," Harry replied.

"He must be hundred times worse than Hermione," Ron said shuddering.

Harry laughed at that.

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"Undercover mission?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Harry nodded. They were at his house at Godric Hollow now. He had decided to tell her and also to ask for her opinion in the current matter.

"And as personal assistant?" Hermione asked again.

"Yeah," Harry replied.

Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. "And have you decided about your disguise?" she questioned.

"That's why I called you guys here," Harry replied. "I frequent Muggle world on weekly basis. It's obvious I can't show up as Harry Potter."

Hermione nodded in understanding.

"So, how about this?" Harry flicked his wand and his hair grew longer. The colour also changed into brown.

"It's good," Ron said.

Hermione shook his head. "Try again," she suggested.

Harry thought for a moment then smiled mischievously. "How about this?" he asked, waving his wand again, and turned his hair into prefect replica of Draco Malfoy's hair.

Ron burst out laughing at the sight. "Bloody hell!" the redhead managed out between his fit of laughs.

"What?" Harry asked innocently. Blond hair was as far as he could get from his own black hair.

Hermione however nodded in agreement. "What about your eyes?" she asked.

Harry had thought about this. He had prepared thick glasses to wear. It was normal glasses since Harry got his eyes fixed before he entered Auror training. With the thick lens, the colour of his eyes was almost blur. Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror and frowned at the scar on his forehead. Well, it wasn't something magic couldn't hide. With Voldemort's demise, the scar was nothing but an ordinary scar now.

"Now, that leaves the clothes." Ron commented.

"Allow me," Hermione said and transfigured his clothes into something that probably only wore by seventy year old man.

Harry even didn't recognize himself now. He smiled. "This is perfect." He said.

"Alright, let's go to shopping then," Hermione said.

"What? Why?" Ron asked, confused.

Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed at Harry who by now had returned to his original look. "You don't seriously think that Harry will show up as personal assistant dressed from head to toe in designer clothes, do you?

Ron looked at her blankly.

Hermione sighed. "Personal assistant won't be able to afford such clothes." She explained. "Harry's Burberry trench coat alone is worth 895 pounds sterling. I haven't mentioned his shirt, trousers and shoes from Zegna yet."

"Alright, alright. I got it." Ron mumbled out.

"Shopping now?" Harry asked.

"Yes, we're going to shopping now." Hermione replied, a bit enthusiastic for Harry's liking.

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It took Harry a month to prepare the whole thing. He had to rent flat in Muggle London. He had to create fake credentials. He had to learn about personal assistant jobs description. In fact, Harry had gotten a job as personal assistant in one of the subsidiaries of Black Holdings only to learn how to act like real personal assistant. After that, he had to inform Teddy, Andromeda and his friends that he would go away for business. Teddy was sad to hear about it but Harry told his godson that it wouldn't be long. Inwardly, he truly hoped that the German's Auror managed to capture Baader or Harry might be tempted to go there and fix the problem, if only for Teddy's sake.

Finally, the big day came and Harry went to 10 Downing Street. His new identity there was Evan Smith. Harry of course, tried his best to make Evan as one new person with all his habbits and quirks. The other personal assistant there, Mrs. White was very welcoming and also very helpful. She would tell him about the politicians who came to visit the prime minister. The one who were stuck up or the one who were friendly. She didn't forget to tell Harry about the gossips too.

The second week he was there, Harry met with the infamous Mycroft Holmes at last.

"David."

"Mycroft."

The prime minister treated the newcomer like an old friend. Although if the story about Mycroft was right, the man was above the prime minister. Mycroft Holmes was a good looking man. He was very tall too. The man wore impeccable three piece suits. He had silver pocket watch with him. He wore red tie. Truly an epitome of British gentleman. Harry had imagined him as fat old man. But this...this was so much better.

Mycroft's eyes flickered to him briefly.

"This is Evan Smith, the temporary personal assistant," the prime minister said. "Amanda is in maternity leave."

Mycroft nodded at that but didn't say anything.

Mrs. White obviously had a lot to tell about Mycroft. "He works in Foreign Office and sometimes comes here to meet the prime minister." She told Harry. "Such a fine man." She said again.

Harry nodded and stored the information away.

True to her words, Mycroft did come to Downing Street a few more times. But so far, they never exchanged words. That changed one day. It was exactly one month Harry had gone in undercover mission. The work was loaded now with the upcoming gala dinner. The royal family and important figure in the British government would be there. Harry of course, was obliged to attend the dinner. If only he could skip it, Harry thought morosely as he splashed water to his face. He didn't realize that someone had stepped into the restroom. When he lifted his head, it was to look at Mycroft's reflection in the mirror.

"Mr. Holmes!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

Mycroft stared at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Uhm...I'm sorry, Sir." he said.

"Those are normal lens." Mycroft said, indicating Harry's glasses in the sink.

Of everything, Harry never expected that from Mycroft.

"Oh, yes." He responded. "I got my eyes fixed but I'm used to wearing glasses so I still wear it."

Mycroft didn't say anything. The man was merely looking at Harry.

"Well, excuse me, Mr. Holmes." Harry said and turned to leave. Kingsley told him that Mycroft was able to deduce everything from single glance alone so Harry wondered what the man had deduced from him.

Harry didn't see Mycroft again until the gala dinner.

"Smith."

"Mr. Holmes." Harry didn't expect the man to seek him out. So far, he thought that his disguise was perfect. No one seemed to be suspicious of him. The only person who might find out the truth was Mycroft and the man seemed to believe in him too. Though, with Mycroft, he was never really sure.

"You seem bored." Mycroft said. The man as usual was dressed in three piece suits. Harry didn't think Mycroft owned any clothes aside of his trademark suits.

"I prefer small private gathering with friends, Sir." He replied. As always, Harry answered with the truth. Or half truth, depended on the situation. He had learned that half truth was much better than lying. Some people could detect lie. But if he threw some truth in it, people would believe the whole thing.

"Yes, you would prefer that." Mycroft said.

"Sir?"

"Well, excuse me then." Mycroft then left.

Harry was annoyed actually. From Mrs. White stories, Mycroft was personification of manner and politeness. But the man was dismissive with Harry. Of course, he knew that Mycroft was only acting. Harry would recognize those fake smiles from a mile away from watching Aunt Petunia's interaction with the neighbours.

Aside from the obvious lack of emotion, from Harry' observation and eavesdropping around, Mycroft truly did his best for the country. And the man was content with it. That aspect was very intriguing for Harry. But then again, the man possesed such brilliant mind that Harry was positive no other human had.

With his position, Mycroft was easily the most powerful man in Britain. He had to be, if the Prime Minister and the Queen listened to him. Not to mention that every important decision was made based on Mycroft's guide. And the man didn't abuse his power to gather wealth or the likes that many other fell to. That endeared Mycroft in Harry's eyes.

Sighing, he waited until the dinner was over and made sure that everything was alright and no, the prime minister didn't need him anymore. He was one of the last people to leave. On his way out, he saw Mycroft heading somewhere. To Harry's surprise, he saw a young man waiting for Mycroft. They left together then. Was the young man Mycroft's lover?

"Evan!"

Harry turned around. "Mrs. White." he replied.

The plump woman smiled at him. "I was looking for you. My husband is here to pick me up. Do you want to come with us? We pass your flat anyway." She offered.

Harry smiled. "Of course, Mrs. White."

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The very next day, Harry was accosted during his way to work. He was brought to some warehouse where Mycroft Holmes was already waiting for him.

"Sir?" he asked, confused. Inwardly, he thought that Mycroft already found out about his mission.

"Do sit down, Smith." Mycroft gestured to the armchair next to him.

"What is this about, Sir?"

"Well, I have an offer for you." Mycroft drawled out. "A mutually profitable arrangement for both of us, I would say."

Harry frowned. What the hell did Mycroft mean with that?

Mycroft then proceeded to explain his offer in his polite language. But in summary, he was looking for companion. Someone who knew his position and wouldn't ask for commitment or anything. Of course, Mycroft would provide a generous amount of money in the end of the deal.

"What makes you think that I'm not adverse to this?" he asked. Harry had never heard such outrageous thing before.

"The way you're looking at me," Mycroft replied.

Harry was startled. Was he that obvious?

"Well?" Mycroft asked.

Harry must have lost his mind but he agreed to the offer. Maybe years with Voldemort had damaged his brain. Maybe he was bored and wanted to have an adventure. Or maybe because Mycroft was attractive and Harry wanted to know what it's like to be with him. Harry had nothing to lose after all. And they lived in different world. When the mission ended, Harry would return to wizarding world. He might visit Muggle world in weekly basis but that was it. As for Mycroft, the man would also continue his life as usual with another companion after Harry. So, while it last Harry chose to enjoy it. And he did.

German's Auror finally captured Andreas Baader and after two months undercover mission, Harry could finally go home. He contemplated if he should tell Mycroft but the man knew everything. So, he didn't bother with goodbye. It wasn't as if Mycroft would miss him or anything.

Harry did make it as if Evan Smith got job offer from abroad. He applied for working permit and bought plane ticket to Indonesia. If someone was looking for Evan, they would find the man working as investor relation officer in one of the biggest mining company there. The company that was actually owned by Black Holdings. Harry also checked his bank account in Evan's name and found that Mycroft had deposited fifty thousand pounds sterling there. True to his words, the man was very generous. Harry donated the money to the church there so they could build school for local community. The donation was in Mycroft's name.

Now that everything was already taken care of, Harry returned to the wizarding world. Aside of Kingsley, Ron and Hermione, nobody knew about the undercover mission and Harry was glad for it. Kingsley was happy that nothing dangerous happened. Ron and Hermione were happy because their best friend was back. Sometimes, Harry was reminded about his mission and by extension, Mycroft Holmes. But it was all in the past and Harry moved on with his life. He never ever thought that he would meet Mycroft again.
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