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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 IV
John put the gift basket at the kitchen counter and removed the cover. There were assorted breads with tantalizing aroma and three jars of jam inside it. Strawberry, pineapple and blueberry jam. Well, at least now he had food supply. That was very good considering the fact that currently 221B had nothing that was edible.
Speaking of which, John was really surprised when Harry showed up and said that he was Mycroft's lover. This was Mycroft Holmes he was talking about. John always assumed that Mycroft wasn't interested at all in romantic relationship and married to his job. But Mycroft didn't deny Harry's claim though he said that it was very sudden. So maybe, they had just got together.
John finished making tea. He carried the tray to the living room and found that Sherlock was already there. John had anticipated it and had made enough tea for four of them.
"Sugar?" he asked.
"That would be lovely, yes. Thank you, John." Mycroft replied, always the polite one.
"I prefer plain tea," Harry replied.
John knew what Sherlock favoured so he didn't bother asking his flatmate.
Mycroft raised his eyebrow at Harry's statement. Harry smiled serenely at him. John didn't miss the silent communication between the two of them. Must be some kind of inside joke. This was really weird. Mycroft was the British Government and Harry... well, John didn't know what Harry do.
The young man was dressed in plain white shirt, charcoal grey knitted V-neck jumper with a red neckline and charcoal grey trousers. Despite the casual style, John was sure that the clothes cost fortune. Harry also looked confident. So, maybe a member of aristocrat family. How else Harry could meet with Mycroft?
"I ordered takeaway for lunch," Harry said suddenly." Italian," he added. "Eating with friends is more fun. And I think that you and Sherlock haven't eaten since yesterday."
That was true. It was already late when he and Sherlock returned from the crime scene that they missed dinner. Well, John missed dinner. Sherlock didn't care at all.
"How did you know?" he asked. It was bad enough with Sherlock and Mycroft. John really didn't need another person with the ability of the Holmes siblings.
"I read about it in the newspaper," Harry replied.
"Newspaper, huh." John muttered. He had developed dislike towards media ever since the whole Sherlock was fraud fiasco. It didn't matter that now Sherlock was once again the golden boy.
"I know your feeling," Harry commented. "Media is really a fickle thing. One moment they worship you and the next moment they hate you. In a blink of eyes, you go from best friend to an arch enemy."
"You spoke from experience," Sherlock said, looking at Harry with sharp eyes.
"I had nasty encounter with one very annoying reporter," Harry replied.
The conversation was interrupted by the knock on the door. John got up from his chair to open it. The delivery man had come. John wasn't surprised at all that it was Mycroft who paid for the lunch. This was Mycroft after all.
Harry had ordered lasagne, fettuccine ala carbonara, garlic bread and salad in huge portion.
"Ten people could eat this," John commented.
"Well, you could heat it and eat it later," Harry said easily.
"That wasn't very subtle," Mycroft said. There was amusement in his tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said innocently.
"Eating is boring," Sherlock grumbled.
Mycroft flicked an eye roll in his direction. "Eat, Sherlock," he ordered.
Sherlock sighed.
They distributed the food and started eating.
"So, what did you do to the reporter then?" John asked curiously.
"Find her weakness and hang it above her head," Harry replied. "If she crosses my path again I will ruin her. She knows that since she's very cooperating now." He finished his words with smile as if he just hadn't threatened someone.
"Okay," John said. He didn't know what to think.
"Media is part of our life. It can be really useful actually. What you should do is to learn how to control media to your advantage. Whoever controls the media controls the mind." Harry said again.
"Politics." Sherlock muttered.
"It is a wise decision." Mycroft said. He looked delighted in this piece of information. No wonder he and Harry got along.
"So, what do you do for a living?" John asked.
Mycroft and Harry exchanged look before Harry said. "I'm Head of United Kingdom Special Defence Force."
John never heard about that before but maybe it was part of MI5 of MI6. So, that was how Mycroft and Harry knew each other and all the talk about media then.
"You are one of them," Sherlock stated suddenly.
Harry gave Mycroft questioning look.
Sherlock snorted. "I put together a few facts based on observation and came up with an educated truth," the man said.
Harry was silent for a few moments then he smiled. "You really are brilliant man, Sherlock Holmes."
"Your people have many hoopholes," Sherlock said. "Fortunately for you, the majority of human being is too stupid."
"Yes, we had," Harry replied carefully. "But it is fixed now."
"Oh, really?" Sherlock raised his eyebrow.
John groaned inwardly. He dearly hoped Sherlock didn't take it as challenge.
"Sherlock," Mycroft said in warning.
"No need to worry about world's peace, dear brother," Sherlock said mockingly. "I have no interest in non scientific matter."
"That's very good to hear," Harry said. There was a strange glint in his eyes but it was gone in the second.
Mycroft let out a long suffering sigh.
After lunch, Mycroft was ready to leave. This, as usual, earned him jibes from Sherlock about diet and food.
"Are you going back to the office?" Harry asked.
It was Saturday but then again John supposed no day off for the man who was the British Government.
"No," Mycroft replied. "I suppose we can go home now."
"Oh, alright." Harry said.
John blinked. "Go home?" he asked.
"We live together," Harry said with mischievous grin on his face.
"You live together?" John repeated after him. He stared blankly at Harry and then at Mycroft again. The elder Holmes didn't bother to correct the statement.
"How the mighty has fallen," Sherlock said gleefully.
"The resistance only makes him attack more ferociously." Mycroft said cryptically.
Sherlock snorted at that.
Harry laughed.
John stared at three of them. What did he miss?
"See you later, John." Mycroft said.
"Nice to meet you Sherlock, John." Harry said.
Together, they left the flat.
Not only that Mycroft and Harry were dating but they also lived together. Should he expect happy announcement by the end of the week? John was very, very tempted to ask Mycroft that question.
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"I like your brother," Harry said when they arrived at his house in Pall Mall. "I like John too. I think we can be friends."
"That's terrifying thought," Mycroft replied.
Harry smiled at him and pressed their bodies together. One of his arms was around Mycroft's neck. The other was running up and down across his chest suggestively.
"This is noon," Mycroft said.
"I'm perfectly aware of that," Harry replied, looking at him with those green eyes.
"We should move to the bedroom," he said at last.
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"I got myself a lover," Harry told Ron and Hermione the next day. "His name is Mycroft Holmes."
Ron choked on his drinks.
Hermione frowned. "Isn't he the British government, the one Kingsley warned you about?" she asked.
"Yeah, that is him." Harry confirmed.
"But-but, how?" Ron asked in confusion.
"We met in London again and he recognized me. It goes from there," he explained, telling them the half truth.
"What is this British government thing anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Well, from the information I gathered, he pretty much runs this country," Harry replied. "He controls Downing Street, the Parliament and the Secret Service."
"That's really...unbelievable." Hermione said.
"Yes, my thought exactly," Harry replied. "Even I had hard time to believe it when Kingsley told me that. But with his brain..." he trailed off.
"And you're dating now?" she asked.
Harry nodded.
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. "Well, bring him to our wedding party," she ordered. "I want to see what kind of man who catches your attention." She was grinning now. "Is he handsome?"
"Hermione!" Ron protested.
"The very picture of British decorum," Harry supplied, smiling.
"Oh, I can't wait to meet him." Hermione said.
Of course, Harry didn't tell them about the truth of his relationship with Mycroft and how it all began in the first time. Hermione would skin him alive if she found out. Besides that, he and Mycroft were going to be true lover after all. Of that, Harry was certain.
After Ron and Hermione, Harry went to tell Andromeda and Teddy the next. Telling Andromeda was easy. He met with Muggle politician in London. His name was Mycroft Holmes. He was a really brilliant man and Harry was attracted to him. They were dating now.
Even though Andromeda sensed that it wasn't the whole story, she didn't want to pry. She merely congratulated him and asked if he would bring his man to Ron and Hermione's wedding.
As for Teddy, Harry waited until he was alone with his godson, which was easily arranged since Harry had promised to take Teddy flying that afternoon.
"I met someone," he began casually. "And I like him."
Teddy looked at his godfather. "Does he like you too?" the boy asked.
"Yes," Harry replied. He didn't miss a beat.
"And you're happy?" Teddy asked again.
"Yes," Harry replied.
"Oh, okay." Teddy said.
"Thank you, Teddy." He told his godson earnestly.
"Are you going to get married like Ron and Hermione?" Teddy asked, crunching his face.
Harry laughed at that. "Well, we'll see about that in the future, alright?"
Teddy nodded.
They had arrived at the Quidditch field located in the back Godric Cottage, Harry's house in Godric Hollow. The cottage name was a bit misleading since it was actually a huge country house but the name stuck and Harry didn't bother to change it.
He took out the Golden Snitch and released it. "Ready?" he asked.
"Ready!" Teddy replied with big grin on his small adorable face.
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"Wedding invitation," Mycroft said once he saw the thick white letter.
"Hermione and Ron's wedding invitation," Harry replied. "I told them about you and they insist that you come to their wedding party."
"Obviously it would be a perfect opportunity to meet their friend's significant other and interrogate the said party when the chance arises." Mycroft said dryly.
"That is the idea," Harry said. "You should come anyway. It would be a chance to meet other wizards and witches and to see the wizarding world."
Interest flickered briefly in Mycroft's eyes. "I shall consider about it," the man said.
"Take your time," Harry said. He knew he had Mycroft's attention. It wasn't that difficult to convince Mycroft in the end. Especially after he told the man that the party would be held near the Black Lake with the magnificent Hogwarts castle nearby.
Mrs. Weasley wanted the party to be held in the Burrow but they had too many guest to fit in the garden. There were friends and family, member of Order of the Phoenix and colleague from the Ministry. So Harry went to McGonagall to ask if he could use the land near the Black Lake and she agreed to it. The ceremony was held in the morning, attended only by close friends and family while the party was held at night.
"Ready to go?" he asked Mycroft.
"When you are," Mycroft replied. The man was dressed in his usual three suit piece with black overcoat. He didn't forget his customary umbrella too. Harry though that Mycroft looked like very much one of pureblood wizards.
"Hold on me," Harry said. Mycroft did and Harry apparated them away. The invitation actually functioned as Portkey but Harry detested it and preferred his own apparition.
"Your first apparition," Harry said.
"One moment I was there and one moment I am here," Mycroft said thoughtfully.
"It's my apparition," Harry said, shrugging. "The others won't be as comfortable."
"Really?"
Harry could see the gear in Mycroft's brain work on that. But, this wasn't the moment. "Welcome," he said, "to the wizarding world."
The ground had been transformed into wedding venue with glowing cherry blossom trees stood tall, giving the impression that the party was held in the middle of cherry blossom forest. Nothing said spring had sprung like the beautiful blooms of the cherry tree. Not only that, but the flower petal also rained from the sky.
"I have to say that this is different," Mycroft commented.
"Harry!" His friends already spotted him.
"Come," Harry said. "I will introduce you to my friends and family."
It went very well. The Weasleys, Andromeda, Teddy, and Harry friends were charmed by Mycroft easily. The man was truly a perfect gentleman. If this wasn't her wedding day, Harry suspected that Hermione would want to have Mycroft for herself since there were so many topics to discuss.
"Kingsley, I believe you have met with Mycroft before," Harry said.
Kingsley gave Harry a fond exasperated look. "Yes, we have." He replied.
Mycroft and Kingsley talked a bit before the minister of magic went to greet the other guest.
Harry had seen that Mycroft was eyeing the Hogwarts castle. The castle was on the opposite of where they were standing now and looked really magnificent.
The party went on and ended with the dance from the groom and the bride while the guests watched the dancing couple.
"It is traditional wizarding dance," Harry informed Mycroft who stood next to him.
Afterwards, Hermione and Ron would leave to their honeymoon destination. Harry had presented them with three weeks trip to Italy to visit Rome, Florence and Venice. But before that, Hermione had to throw away her bouquet. All single witches gathered, looking very enthusiastic to catch the bouquet. All except for one Luna Lovegood who was content to twirl around without care of her surroundings.
None of them got the bouquet. It went to Harry and he automatically caught it. Hermione, the witch, had used levitation charm so it went to Harry's way. She sent him a wink before she and astonished Ron were taken away by their portkey to Rome.
"I'm not the bride," Harry muttered in annoyance.
His friends laughed at him. Mycroft looked very amused at his misfortune.
Harry tossed the bouquet away to the unmarried female guest group. It fell to Luna's hand to which she merely blinked and continued with her strange dance. This time with the bouquet in her hand.
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