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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 III
Mycroft Holmes was on his way to Diogeness Club when the car he was in stopped at the traffic light. A white Bentley Continental GT pulled up beside his car and the driver turned to look at him. The driver with unmistakable green eyes.
Mycroft's mind raced. Decision made, he took out his Blackberry and sent message out to find every information about one Evan Smith, the temporary assistant to the prime minister. Mycroft had read his report. Smith was nothing but an ordinary personal assistant. Nothing special. At least, not until Mycroft saw his eyes. Smith possessed pair of bright green eyes that didn't suit him at all. But Mycroft was attracted to him because of that. From the way Smith behaved around him, Mycroft knew that Smith was attracted to him. It wasn't until he saw those eyes, that he considered Smith for his companion.
Mycroft knew when Smith was going to leave. The young man didn't say anything and Mycroft never bothered too. It wasn't as if he had any attachment to Smith or any of his companions either. But he kept his promise and delivered fifty thousand pounds to Smith's bank account. The last time, he was informed that Smith now worked as investor relations officer in one of the biggest mining company in Indonesia. But the man in the car was undoubtedly Evan Smith. Of that Mycroft was certain. What was going on in here? Was Smith spy send to the prime minister office?
The traffic light turned green and the white Bentley sped forward.
"Follow the car," Mycroft ordered and waited until he could see the number plate of the car. He texted the number to his assistant. It took a few seconds for Anthea to reply.
Harry James Potter.
Head of United Kingdom Special Defence Force.
In other words, Auror. Mycroft was one of three non magical people in Britain to know about the existence of magical world and Harry James Potter name was very well known. The Chosen One. The Saviour of the Wizarding World. The man who in the age of seventeen year old killed the Dark Lord and saved them all. So, Smith, or Potter, went into undercover mission to protect the prime minister. The epitome of all things that was good and noble. Why wasn't they informed about this? Although he had to admit that Potter's disguise was good to even able to fool him.
Potter stopped at Ermenegildo Zegna flag shop in New Bond Street for awhile. He came out with huge bag bearing Zegna logo. The next destination was office building in Threadneddle Street. Mycroft knew that Potter owned the building. The data Anthea sent also listed Potter as one of the wealthiest man in United Kingdom. Of course, the fortune was carefully hidden thatunless one was really looking one wouldn't find anything. So he waited for Potter to come out.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you here," he drawled out as soon as Potter spotted him. "Harry Potter."
The young man's eyes widened at the sight of him. "This is a surprise, Mr. Holmes." Potter replied a moment later.
"It is lunch time now," Mycroft said again, looking at his pocket watch. "And I know a good restaurant."
"Lead the way, Mr. Holmes."
Much to Mycroft's annoyance, the restaurant he chose turn out to be familiar place for Potter. They were even seated in Potter's usual place.
None of them talked until the waiter served them food.
"As much as I am pleased to see you again, Mr. Holmes," Potter began. "I will greatly appreciate it if we skip pleasantries and move to the point of this lunch."
Mycroft looked at the young man in front of him. Harry Potter wasn't his fake persona. No. That was obvious. The physical appearance was like day and night. Potter had short black hair and scar with lightning shape in the forehead. He had pale skin unlike Smith's rather tanned one. Potter was also dressed fashionably in expensive clothes. The coat came from Burberry and the rest came from Zegna. The only thing that was the same was the eyes. While it seemed out of place with Smith, the eyes fitted Potter perfectly. And now, Potter was looking at him with his green eyes that were very, very sharp.
"Why weren't we informed about your undercover mission?" Mycroft said.
"If there is real threat, rest assured that you'll be the first to know." Potter said.
"I do hope so," Mycroft replied. A wintry coldness settled into his tone.
Potter sighed. "I understand that you prefer to be informed but we chose not to raise false alarm. I will however make a note of this as reference in the future." He said truthfully.
"Very well then," Mycroft said after a long moment of silence.
Potter nodded at him.
"You donated the money," Mycroft said suddenly. It was the only thing he could say about their previous agreement.
"I don't need it," Potter said. "And I figured out that you could do with good deeds." Potter smiled this time and the tension melted.
Mycroft raised his eyebrow at that.
"It was a joke," Potter said. "You have done plenty good deeds for this country. And the incredible thing is, you are not tempted at all to abuse your position and your power for your own personal gain. But then again, I suppose you would prefer for the gear in your brain to work nonstop."
"Good deduction." Mycroft said smoothly, the edges of his lips twitching a bit. Unlike Sherlock, who preferred to solve crime for his brain to work, Mycroft found that plotting for his country was a better exercise. Besides that, he abhorred legwork.
"Thank you," Potter said. "You know..." he said conversationally. "That is the reason why I'm attracted to you in the very first place."
Mycroft stared at Potter incredulously. Of course, only Sherlock was able to see that. Anyone else would see nothing but the perfect impassive expression. "You really are blunt." Mycroft commented.
"Only to certain people."Potter retorted. The young man didn't say anything after that.
They finished the meal in silence. Mycroft paid for the bills then they left the restaurant.
"Well, this is it." Potter said.
"It's a pleasure meeting you," Mycroft said.
"Likewise, Mr. Holmes."
Harry was still thinking about Mycroft Holmes when he got home. He was fine for the last three months but now, after meeting Mycroft again, Harry found that he was still attracted to the man. The question here was what should he do? Should he forget the whole thing and move forward? Or, should he try to get the man? Mycroft knew about wizarding world and now the man knew the truth about Harry too. Well, Harry never backup from challenge. And he wasn't going to this time. Mycroft Holmes would never know what hit him.
When Mycroft Holmes got into his house that night, he was really surprised to find one Harry Potter in his living room. Outwardly, his face showed nothing.
"Mr. Potter," he greeted his uninvited guest.
"It's Harry." Potter corrected. He was dressed casually in white shirt and black trousers. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, showing pale slim arms.
"Harry, may I inquire as to why you came to my house?" he asked courteously.
"I changed my mind." Harry replied, walking towards him. The young man stopped in front of him and the next, two soft arms were around his neck. The intention was obvious. "If you kiss me, I will kiss you," Harry whispered before their lips met.
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"What changed your mind?" Mycroft asked one hour later after the intense session they had. One thing again that was different. Harry was aggressive in bed.
Harry turned to look at him."Well, you have your needs and I have mine. We can help each other," the young man said rationally.
Mycroft had to admit that it sounded perfectly logical. But there was something else Harry didn't tell him.
"But I have one condition." Harry continued.
Mycroft narrowed his eyes.
"We're going to be lovers in public eyes. It's easier that way rather than the whole companion thing. You can keep your reputation and I can keep mine." Harry explained, moving to straddle him. "Do we agree to the idea?"
"I have to admit that this has its merit." Mycroft drawled out. "So, I have to say yes."
"I thought so," Harry said and leaned down to kiss him.
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When Mycroft woke up the next morning, Harry was gone. He thought so until he heard sound from the kitchen and went to investigate. There Harry was, with half eaten breakfast in front of him, reading newspaper as if it was the most normal thing in the world. His clothes had changed which meant the young man had gone home and returned back.
"Good morning," Harry said cheerfully when he saw Mycroft. "Your breakfast is ready." He gestured. "Winky, my house elf, cooked it."
It was traditional English breakfast. Sausages, fried eggs, fresh cherry tomatoes and sliced cucumber. There was also freshly squeezed orange juice on pitcher.
"Your fridge is empty." Harry informed. "But I have stocked it now."
"Thank you," Mycroft replied automatically.
"Well, go on. Don't worry. The breakfast isn't poisoned," Harry said, grinning. While he mused his situation, Harry had finished eating his breakfast. "I have to leave now. See you later." He kissed Mycroft's cheek and then disappeared from the kitchen.
A reluctant smile quivered at the edges of his mouth. Mycroft knew what Harry was planning now. The young man could try his best but in the end it was Mycroft who would come out as the winner in their little game.
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A week later found Mycroft Holmes at 221B Baker Street, visiting his baby brother. He had put Sherlock and John and the flat into surveillance but still, it was necessary to visit them by himself. Especially after the whole Moriarty fiasco that required Sherlock to fake his own death.
"Sherlock!" John yelled at his flatmate.
Sherlock refused to show up.
"Sherlock!" John tried again.
No respond at all.
John sighed. Honestly, his flatmate was so childish sometimes.
There was a knock on the door.
Mycroft's Blackberry buzzed. He took it out from his pocket and read the message.
H is in his way.
Ah, so Harry was going to raise the stake. The young man turned out to be quite resourceful.
"I'll open it." John said. "Maybe it's a client." He said hopefully. "Sherlock has been grumbling about the lack of nice crime."
"I do not." Came the voice.
John sighed again and went to open the door. He returned a moment later with Harry Potter in tow. Harry had rattan basket with him, which must be gift for John and Sherlock.
"He said he was looking for you," John informed.
"Yes," Harry replied. "I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you, John."
"Nice to meet you to Harry," John replied, wondering at the many Harrys he had encountered. There was his sister, there was the guy in the Buckingham Palace and now...
"I bring something for you and Sherlock," Harry said, giving the basket to John. "Homemade breads and jam."
"Thank you," John said. "By the way, how do you know my name?"
"Mycroft told me," Harry replied easily. "He is my lover."
"I beg your pardon?" John asked in genuine confusion.
"I said that Mycroft is my lover." Harry shot the doctor an impish grin. Clearly, he was enjoying this too much.
John looked at him. "Never gave hint you have one, "the doctor muttered.
"It was very sudden," Mycroft replied.
Harry smiled at that.
"Alright," John muttered.
Harry went to sit across to him. "We're going to lunch together so I thought to come here. Besides that, I want to meet my future brother in law." Harry explained.
John nodded, overwhelmed. "I'm going to make tea." He announced and went to kitchen to make the said tea and to escape the absurd situation.
"Confident, aren't you?" Mycroft said.
"Well, give me a year, I'm certain we're already a couple by then. I'm pretty sure I will have your ring too." Harry stated.
"And what shall you do if your scenario doesn't work?" he asked.
"I shall cut my losses then," Harry replied. "As simple as that."
Sherlock showed up right at then. Knowing his younger brother, Sherlock was already listening and only waited for an opportunity to present himself.
"You must be Sherlock," Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter."
"You are different." Sherlock observed, wasting no time.
Harry blinked.
"Not my brother's usual type." Sherlock said again.
"I notice that Mycroft does have preference for someone who is rather..."
"Meek." Sherlock cut him off.
"I was going to say docile actually." Harry said, sounded very amused.
"Weaklings," Sherlock corrected.
"In other word, yes." Harry added nonchalantly.
"Interesting," Sherlock said. "You're quite interesting."
"Thank you," Harry said.
"Dear Lord," Mycroft muttered. "The world will not survive this bonding."
Harry and Sherlock turned to look at him and smirked in unison. The nearly identical mischievous smirk that both man had was enough to serve as warning for Mycroft that his life would never be same again.
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