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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 V
It was busy Monday in the Ministry of Magic. Harry was working with his report when someone knocked the door.
"Come in," he said.
Kingsley Shacklebolt entered his office. "Good morning, Harry." He greeted.
Harry looked at him in alarm. "Good morning, Kingsley," he replied cautiously. What was it that brought Kingsley here?
"It's about Mycroft Holmes," Kingsley said.
"What is it about Mycroft?" he asked. Mycroft knew about the existence of the wizarding world so it wasn't a problem if Harry dragged him to Hermione and Ron's wedding.
"Did you blow your cover?" Kingsley asked.
"What? Of course no!" Harry retorted instantly. Of everything, he didn't think that Kingsley would question him about his mission. But Kingsley once was an Auror so he prided in it. "He didn't suspect anything. But we met again in London and he recognized me. Everything went from there."
Kingsley nodded, satisfied with Harry's explanation. "You know, I never thought that Holmes is your type. Politician and all..."
Harry merely smiled at that. Most of his friends said the same thing with George Weasley being the most vocal. Percy was quite offended at that. Apparently, Percy had heard about Mycroft and thought very highly of the man. Harry was attracted to Mycroft because of what the man had done for his country. And also from the fact that power didn't corrupt the man. However, Mycroft's personality provided Harry with quite a challenge. Mycroft wasn't interested in anyone. The only thing Mycroft cared beside his country was his younger brother.
"I plan to show Diagon Alley to Mycroft. I think he would enjoy the experience," Harry told Kingsley.
The minister of magic raised his eyebrow. "I wonder who would enjoy it more, you or Mycroft Holmes." He said thoughtfully.
"Well, that would be telling," Harry replied.
When Mycroft Holmes returned home that night, he wasn't really surprised to find that Harry had moved his stuff in.
"We're officially living together now," Harry said casually.
"You really are fast," he drawled out.
"Shall we celebrate then?" Harry asked. His tone couldn't be mistaken for anything else.
Mycroft cupped the back of Harry's head and captured Harry's mouth in a brief, intense kiss.
"I would take that as yes," Harry said once they broke apart. A glow lit his eyes, the green glowing positively incandescent.
It was the eyes that got him, Mycroft thought as he led Harry into the bedroom.
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Of everything that could happen during chasing criminals in London, falling into River Thames wasn't in John Watson's mind. But that happened to him and Sherlock. So now, wet and shivering in cold, he and Sherlock returned to 221B Baker Street.
Harry Potter was already there. John didn't know how Harry managed to enter the flat without key. The young man's eyes widened in shock at the sight of both of them. "What happened?" he asked.
"We fell into Thames," John blurted out in annoyance.
Sherlock brushed past him.
"Take a warm bath and change your clothes!" he ordered Sherlock.
"I'm fine!" Sherlock snapped out.
Harry pursed his lips. "I will fix something. Go on, both of you."
John went into his room to take bath and change clothes. Even though it was already spring, but it was still bloody cold. He returned to the living room a moment later. Sherlock was already there, seated in his armchair.
"Eat the soup!" Harry yelled from the kitchen.
It was then when John noticed two huge bowls of steaming chicken soup on the table. "I didn't know they have takeaway for chicken soup," John muttered.
"I got help," Harry joined them. "There is a pot of it in the kitchen." He informed.
"I don't want to eat," Sherlock set his chin at a stubborn angle.
Harry sighed and said. "You can eat it by your own free will or I can make you to eat it. Your own choice."
Sherlock stared at him.
Harry stared back at Sherlock.
"Fine!" Grumbling, Sherlock reached for his bowl of chicken soup and began eating.
Harry smiled at him. "Now, that isn't so difficult, is it?"
"That is really efficient," John said in amazement.
Sherlock gave both of them death glare.
After they finished, Harry went to the kitchen and returned with two crystal vials. "Herbal medicine," he explained. "You don't want to get cold, do you?"
Sherlock perked up at this.
John frowned at him. Was it normal to get excited at the prospect of taking herbal medicine?
"Is that...?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes," Harry cut him off. "I have one vial left in the kitchen. You can analyze it later."
Sherlock looked like a child who just got new toy and couldn't wait to play with the said new toy. He drank the herbal medicine in one gulp. "I feel the effect already. How very interesting." Sherlock said, sounding vaguely fascinated. He dashed off to the kitchen then, presumably to analyze whatever it was in the medicine.
"Well, go on," Harry said.
"Okay," John said, eyeing the vial. But he drank it. The herbal medicine wasn't unpleasant and true to Sherlock's statement, John felt warm instantly.
"Wow," he said. "It's really fast." John never heard about medicine with instant effect like this before.
Harry smiled at him.
"Thank you," he told Harry earnestly.
"It's fine," Harry replied.
"Well, I better take care of these," John got up from his armchair and started collecting the used utensils. He went to the kitchen to put the utensils in the sink. Harry followed behind him.
Sherlock was in the kitchen. He was busy with his microscope, doing whatever he was doing. The man didn't even realize John and Harry's presence.
John paused at the basket near the sink. It was new.
"Dried pasta and sauce. Bolognese, carbonara and arrabiata. Easy to be made." Harry explained. "I also brought fruit, apples and oranges."
"You don't need to," John said. The breads Harry gave them were lifesaver actually with John kept forgetting to go to Tesco for buying foods. But he and Sherlock were adult. They were supposed to be able to feed themselves. Although John doubted it in Sherlock's case. Honestly, how did the man survive before he met John was a mystery.
"It's fine," Harry said. "My cook was happy to help. She is happy to take care of family. With just me and then Mycroft and now you and Sherlock, she is really happy to help."
"That's...good," John said at last. "So how are you and Mycroft?" he asked. They were in living room now. Sherlock was left to his own. Not that the man cared.
"We're fine." Harry replied and then he added. "Though now, Mycroft is busy with the preparation for royal wedding."
"Ah, yes." John nodded. They had been bombarded by the news of royal wedding for weeks now. The security must be nightmare.
They moved to another topic. John liked Harry. He was nice and easy to talk to. Even Sherlock seemed to like Harry and that was saying something, considering his relationship with Mycroft.
"So, how are my brother and the good doctor?" Mycroft asked him that night. They lay together in the bed, enjoying the afterglow.
"They're fine," Harry replied. He stared at the ceilings and frowned. It was white normal ceilings. Boring. Harry waved his hand and the ceilings turned into a replica of glistering sky. Now, it was better.
Mycroft didn't say anything.
"Falling into Thames," Harry commented. "But then again, I have done many things so I really can't talk here."
"Ah, yes." Mycroft said. "You were quite adventurous."
Ron and Hermione had returned from their honeymoon so Harry went to visit them. They were in the living room now, looking at pictures taken during the wedding party.
"This has you and Mycroft," Hermione said.
The picture was taken right after Harry caught the flower bouquet Hermione threw at him.
"I'll have copy of this," Harry said.
"You know what they say, Harry," Hermione said, teasing him. "You're the next one to get married."
"Well, we'll see about that," he replied diplomatically.
Ron tried his best to ignore the conversation between his wife and his best friend.
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The royal wedding took Mycroft's attention for the time being. Hundreds of journalist from all over the world would gather in London for the event. It would be broadcasted live. Two billions people were estimated to watch it. Mycroft couldn't afford any mistake to happen. Then next year, there would be London's Olympic and the Queen's Diamond Jubilee. For international matter, he had Europe's debt crisis, election in Greece and France, succession in North Korea, change in Middle East, economic growth of China and many more. All of those would guarantee the gear in his brain to work continuously.
There was a knock on the door and Anthea, his personal assistant, walked in, carrying a stack of folders. "Sir," she began. "This is the full list of the guests for the lunch party in Buckingham Palace. You might want to see it."
Mycroft took the folders. "Well, this is quite a surprise." He said once he read the content.
There was Harry's name on the list. Not only Harry but also Ron and Hermione Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt as well. The Queen did know about the wizarding world and was familiar with Harry's act of heroism. That explained about the invitation for the royal wedding.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention," he said.
Anthea nodded and excused herself.
It turned out that Harry would go to the lunch party with his friends so Mycroft went with Anthea. He met with Harry there. Or, for precisely, Harry interrupted his conversation with the prime minister.
"Mycroft," Harry said with wide, sunny smile. "I was looking for you." Behind him, stood Hermione, Ron and Kingsley.
Mycroft's mouth twitched in response. "Harry," he said at last. He nodded at Harry's friends as greetings.
"Mr. Cameron," Harry said, greeting the prime minister. Cameron didn't recognize him at all.
Cameron looked at Harry and then looked at Shacklebolt and then looked at Harry again. "You're Harry Potter," he said in astonishment. Despite the fact that he had heard about the Saviour of the Wizarding World, this was the first time he met with Potter in flesh.
"Yes," Harry said.
Cameron looked at both of them questioningly.
"We're lovers," Harry said, dropping the bomb.
Cameron's mouth dropped open in astonishment. For prime minister, the man showed a surprising lack of decorum. But then again, Harry was a much better troublemaker than Mycroft gave him credit for. The young man had painted a fantasy life to turn into reality.
"Clever, very clever," he said once he and Harry were left alone.
Harry flashed him a quick grin. "I never could resist a challenge."
"That's good to know." Mycroft replied.
By the end of the lunch party, there was no doubt that everyone who knew Mycroft already found out that he had lover. Such the power of gossip grapevine. No wonder Mycroft despised social interactions.
After party, Harry hurriedly left, claiming that he had to attend meeting.
"It's Berkshire Hathaway's annual general meeting of shareholder," Harry explained.
"It's in Omaha, Nebraska," Mycroft said.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," Harry said.
"I'm under assumption that one shouldn't try to apparate across the ocean from England soil to America," Mycroft said sarcastically.
"I'll be fine," Harry said and then disappeared.
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When Mycroft arrived at home that night, Harry was already there.
"That was fast," he commented.
"It's three days convention, I'm going back to Omaha tomorrow and the day after tomorrow," Harry explained.
"Could any wizard apparate that far?" Mycroft asked.
"Well, I don't really know. But most of wizards wouldn't dare to attempt it," Harry said.
"And yet you did it," he said.
Harry merely smiled at him.
But then again, Harry defeated that Lord Voldemort so the conclusion was that the young man must be a powerful wizard, Mycroft thought as he got on the bed.
Harry grinned and pounced on him as soon as he was settled on the bed, causing him to sprawl back on it and allowing Harry to straddle him.
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Time passed and soon it was end of May. John's life went as usual, solving crime with Sherlock and working at the clinics. It was Saturday and normally it was day off for John but he had to go to the clinics since one of the doctors took a leave for family business.
When he returned to the flat, he heard Sherlock playing the violin violently, which only meant one thing. Mycroft was there. The man was sitting in John's armchair. One leg was crossed over the other and he was rather idly fiddling with his umbrella. Harry came as usual too. He sat on the sofa calmly, watching the two brothers.
"Hi John," Harry said at seeing him.
"Hello John," Mycroft greeted him.
John nodded at both of them. "So, what bring you here?" he asked.
"Can't a man visit his little brother without ulterior motive?" Mycroft asked.
"Not you," John replied.
Sherlock snorted.
Mycroft released an exasperated sigh. "Well, I heard that both of you fell into river Thames." He looked at Sherlock pointedly as he said this.
"That was a month ago," John muttered.
"Yes, John. I'm perfectly aware of the timeline." Mycroft said sarcastically.
"We're fine," Sherlock said. "Now, get out of here." He got up from his chair and put his violin away. "I'm busy."
"Busy with what? You have refused three cases from the Detective Inspector since you deem it boring." Mycroft said scathingly.
Sherlock opened his mouth. No doubt to deliver an equal scathingly replies but Harry beat him to it.
"You really are one fine specimen," Harry said suddenly, looking at Sherlock up and down. The detective was dressed in his purple shirt and black trousers.
John blinked.
"You know, I could always alternate between Pall Mall and Baker Street," Harry continued in casual tone. It was as if he was talking about weather.
"I consider myself married to my work." Sherlock replied.
"There is this thing called threesome," Harry retorted easily.
Mycroft's brows jerked together.
John's mouth literally fell open. He stared at Harry in disbelief.
"Still not interested." Sherlock said.
"Pity," Harry commented.
"I will call you if I change my mind," Sherlock said with gleam in his eyes.
"I'm waiting then." Harry replied.
"This newly found friendship is highly disturbing," Mycroft commented in dry tone.
As if in cue, Harry and Sherlock burst out laughing.
Mycroft rolled his eyes. But the man looked amused instead of annoyed or angry.
With Harry visiting them on weekly basis, John had to say that he and Sherlock got acquainted with the young man. And every time Harry came to their flat, he always brought them something. It was always foods and fruits which was really helpful. John suspected that it was the reason why Harry kept giving them those. Sherlock was fine with it. But then again, Sherlock and Harry got along well. And they both had morbid sense of humour.
Mycroft had got used with Harry's presence now which was understandable since they had been together for four months. In fact, they had established routine now. He woke up every morning with Harry next to him. They would have breakfast together with Harry reading newspaper. It was always Financial Time and Wall Street Journal.
Harry would leave for work then Mycroft would leave for work too. When he got home, Harry was already waiting for him. They would have dinner together and then went to bed. It was eerily similar to the life of married couple. Harry was tolerable. He was loyal and nice. Mycroft hadn't known a lot of people like that. Dr. John Watson was one of them. Harry did invite himself into Mycroft's life but the man never demanded or asked for anything. He also never inquired about his job.
At Saturday and Sunday, Harry would go to visit his godson. Since Mycroft still went to office he seldom joined Harry. But he had visit Grimmauld Place a few times and it was interesting experience since it was pure magical house. So far, he had never been to magical world. Ron and Hermione's wedding didn't count since they simply attend the party instead of exploring. At least, not until now.
It began at breakfast, when Harry asked him if he needed to go to his office. Because if he didn't, Harry would like Mycroft join him to go to Diagon Alley.
"Well, I suppose I can accompany you." He replied.
Harry responded with a warm smile. "Thanks, Mycroft." He said.
"My pleasure." He replied.
So now, he and Harry were standing in front of Leaky Cauldron. Together, they entered the pub. Mycroft didn't usually frequent pub but the place was nice and felt homey.
"Harry," a pretty woman said.
"Hi, Hannah," Harry replied.
"And Mycroft, isn't it?" Hannah said.
Mycroft recognized her. She was Neville Longbottom's wife, one of Harry's friends. They had been introduced at Ron and Hermione's wedding.
"I'm going to show Mycroft around," Harry explained.
Hannah smiled brightly at that. "Well, I won't hold you then."
"See you, Hannah." Harry said.
Mycroft nodded politely at her.
Harry led him to the backyard of the pub. There was small garden there which was adorned with blossoming flowers. Harry walked towards the brick red wall and tapped it. The brick wall opened and revealed arrays of shops and buildings.
Mycroft had to admit that it was quite impressive.
"Well," Harry said, a broad grin spreading across his face. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."
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