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
Harry looked around him. This wasn't the first time he went to 221B Baker Street. He already visited the flat in the past a few time but always when Sherlock was alone. And now, the flat was full of people. Mycroft was talking to John. Detective Inspector Lestrade was talking to Miss Hooper and Mrs. Hudson. James, Ashford, Al and Sherlock were nowhere to be seen, which screamed warning at him.
He still remembered his conversation with Mycroft. "Spyware?" he asked in disbelief.
"Do not worry, dear." Mycroft replied easily. "No one would suspect three mischievous teens as the creator of the spyware. The resources needed are beyond ordinary people grasp."
"Fortunately, they're your children." He retorted dryly.
Mycroft smiled slightly. "How true."
"Because of that, they possess every gadget known to mankind." He said.
"Well, we have to nourish our children." Mycroft replied smoothly.
Harry almost groaned. "And I said that I've enough of politician. But then I went and married one."
"Ah, but you love me, dear." Mycroft said arrogantly. "And we have three brilliant sons."
Harry sighed. "You really know how to talk you way out of every situation." He said.
Mycroft merely smirked at him.
It was true however. He loved Mycroft and he wouldn't trade his husband for anything in the world. And they also had three brilliant and adorable sons. Well, adorable might not the best word to describe James. Ashford meanwhile was a bookworm. As for Al, he had such adorable outer appearance even though he was equally as mischievous as his siblings. Harry was really grateful for that. James, Ashford and Al were nice children. He couldn't imagine if they behaved like Sherlock during his brother in law childhood. Mycroft's story was quite terrifying.
Or if they were rebellious teens that were parent's nightmare nowadays. James, Ashford and Al might be mischievous, but what could he expect from Potter's gene? James, his eldest son, truly lived to his namesakes. The teen even took his new car and drove it despite being only fourteen to see his uncle in action. It was all Mycroft's fault actually. His husband taught their children how to drive. In fact, he suspected that Mycroft also taught them how to fly helicopter.
His feet brought him to kitchen where Sherlock was conducting experiment. James, Ashford and Al watched with rapt attention. "Nothing dangerous I suppose," he said.
"Nothing to worry about, Dad." James replied.
"I'll leave you guys to your experiments then." He said.
Sherlock was many things but he was a dedicated uncle. He wouldn't do something that would endanger his nephews.
John saw him and asked worriedly. "Are they alright?"
"They're fine." He replied.
John looked relieved to hear that. But then again, during his time as Sherlock's friend, John had to face Sherlock's eccentricity. So it wasn't surprise that he was that anxious. Severed head in the fridge. Really. Any other man would run for his life.
"They look like you and Mycroft," John commented. He didn't think about their physical appearance until now. It was then he noticed that they looked both like Mycroft and Harry which was impossible actually.
"Well, yes." Harry replied. "James, Ashford and Al are our children after all. With technology, it's possible to have children with our blood." He explained. "Their biological parents have passed away. Mycroft and I adopted them when they were babies."
John nodded in understanding. He had visited Baskerville once. With Mycroft's power, the man could easily order the scientists there to find a way so he and Harry could have their biological children. John had seen the experiment done there. It was mind boggling.
"Mycroft said that he kidnapped you." Harry said suddenly.
"Err, yeah." He replied.
"He always worries about Sherlock." Harry said again.
"At first, I didn't know who he was." John admitted.
"But you handled the situation nicely." Harry commented.
"I was a soldier." He replied.
"The bravery of one," Harry said, smiling.
"Bravery is the kindest word for stupidity," he parroted Mycroft's words.
"What?" Harry looked confused.
"Bravery is the kindest word for stupidity," he repeated. "Mycroft said that." He clarified.
Harry raised his eyebrow. "Did he?" he asked.
"It was a test, dear." Mycroft stated.
John had to blink. Since when Mycroft joined them?
"I wouldn't say a thing about your precious almamater." Mycroft continued.
"Certainly." Mycroft glanced at him briefly as he said that. "Especially when my eldest son is also in your House."
John was confused. Did he say something that he shouldn't say to Harry? Because for the rest of the party, Mycroft hovered over Harry.
"No terrorizing John, alright?" Harry said.
They were in their bed, enjoying the afterglow.
"What do you mean by that?" Mycroft didn't pause caressing Harry's back.
Harry lifted his head to look at him pointedly.
"Fine," he relented.
"That's good to hear." Harry said.
Harry only asked him no to terrorize John. He could do that. There was no saying that he couldn't kidnap John for friendly conversation.
"No kidnapping either." Harry continued.
He stared at Harry.
Harry stared back at him.
"Fine," he bit out. No kidnapping. That was fine. Harry didn't say anything about meeting in safe place.
Harry smiled in satisfaction.
"Now, that everything has been settled," he drawled out before Harry could request another thing from him."I suppose we could repeat our earlier activity."
"Oh, absolutely." Harry replied, grinning at him.
When Mycroft woke up the next morning, Harry was still asleep. It was no surprise since it was still early in the morning. He rose to head to shower. Half hour later, Mycroft was already in his study, perusing his works. He had so much to organize. Being shadow ruler was really consuming job and it kept the gear in his brain to function nonstop. Always planning and plotting to achieve his goal. Sherlock had his consulting detective job and Mycroft had his minor position in the British Government. It worked perfectly well for both of them.
Now, he had many things to plan. There was election in France this year. Mycroft never liked the current President so maybe it was time for change. He had to do further investigation about the other candidates. There was European debt crisis the next. They would rely on Germany, European Central Bank and IMF to solve the crisis. Then again, the single currency idea needed certain requirements so it could work. There were many international issues Mycroft could worry about. As for England itself, it was time to do something about LIBOR manipulation.
Mycroft finished his works there and send email to his personal assistant. After that, he headed back to bedroom.
Harry was ready. "Breakfast?" his spouse asked.
The children were already seared in their claimed seat. Today was the last day of their Christmas holiday. They would return to Hogwarts tomorrow.
"Teddy said he will come today." James told them.
"Yes," Harry replied. "He mentioned it to me."
"We're going to have so much fun." James exclaimed.
"Yeah," Ashford agreed.
His children were really close to Teddy, Harry's godson. Teddy was like their elder brother.
After breakfast, the children ran off, doing whatever they were doing. He and Harry retreated to conservatory. The place was huge with glass windows that overlooked the two acres garden in the back of their house. When they had children, Harry said that he wanted house with huge garden so the children could run freely. So, Mycroft did quick search and found the right house. He bought the house and presented it to his spouse. Mycroft had power and money. He provided his family, which consisted of Harry, his children and Sherlock with everything the best that money could buy. They deserved nothing less from him.
"Have you got idea for summer holiday?" he asked.
It was their yearly trip to abroad. He, Harry and the children would spend one month at foreign countries, Muggle and wizarding world alike. It was good way for James, Ashford and Al to learn about other cultures and languages. They were discussing their destination when James burst in.
"Teddy is here!" the teen told them.
Teddy showed up from behind James.
"Teddy," Harry greeted his godson.
"Teddy," Mycroft said.
"Harry, Mycroft." Teddy greeted them.
"Come on," James said impatiently. "We want to show you something."
"Is it dangerous?" Teddy asked, smiling at his godbrother.
"From us?" James replied. He pretended to think. "Of course!" He dragged Teddy away.
Harry only shook his head at his son's antics.
"This is what you get for naming him after your father and godfather." Mycroft muttered.
"Deadly combination." Harry deadpanned. "Those Potter and Holmes genes."
Teddy stayed until dinner. He regaled the children with story from Auror training.
"Wicked!" James commented after one outrageous story. "I'm going to be Auror when I grow up." He declared.
"I thought you want to rule the world." Ashford commented.
"I'm very good at multitasking. Besides that, someone has to rule wizarding world." James replied cheekily. "Or Al can do that. He is wizarding world sweetheart after all." He snickered at the last part.
"Sorry, Dad." James replied automatically. "But it's true, people loves Al."
Al didn't say anything.
James took a bite of his steak and immediately spat it out.
"Gross!" Ashford exclaimed.
"Onion!" James cried out, outraged. "The steak tasted like onion! You knew I hate onion!"
Al smiled innocently at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, James." He said sweetly.
"Dad!" James whined.
During all of this, Harry didn't see Al touch his wand at all. But the teen didn't need wand for simple spell like that. Nor did James and Ashford. His children were powerful wizards.
"James, Al." He warned. Harry was the strict parent and the children knew it. On the other hand, Mycroft was much more lenient which came as surprise for Harry.
"Sorry, Dad." James and Al muttered simultaneously.
They continued their dinner. No further complaint from James about his steak. James sometimes liked to tease his younger brother. Al then would retaliate and there would be pranks war for awhile then they would be best friend again. Most of the time, James, Ashford and Al were really close, doing and planning everything together, including their plan to take over the world.
After dinner, Teddy returned to Grimmauld Place. Harry, Mycroft and the children retreated to the living room. Harry was content to observe his children and his husband. Mycroft and Al were playing chess while James watched and offered his tips and tricks. Ashford was reading book.
"Check mate." Mycroft said.
"Al, you lost again." James commented. Among the three of them, Al was the best chess player but he never won against their father.
"I will win one day," Al replied immediately. And he would. There was no doubt in that.
The trunks were ready. They owls were in their cage. The children were ready to return to Hogwarts. They looked so handsome in their uniforms. The colours of the tie told the houses apart. James with his gold and red tie, Ashford with his blue and bronze tie and Al with his green and silver tie.
James and Ashford hugged Harry before they hugged Mycroft. Of course, they only did it in private since hugging their parents wasn't a thing that fourteen years old boy did anymore. James and Ashford were as tall as Harry now. They had inherited Mycorft's height.
Al however had no such qualms. His youngest son hugged Mycroft first. Harry could see Mycroft's mouth moving although he couldn't hear what his husband was telling their son. Al nodded at his father. Then the child went to hug him.
"I'm going to miss you, Dad." Al whispered.
"I'm going to miss you too, Al." Harry replied.
Al let go of him after a few moments.
"Ready?" James asked.
Al nodded at his elder brother.
James took the floo powder and threw it at the fireplace. The fire flared green.
"Bye, Dad. Bye, Father."
I actually only planned to have this fic as oneshot but it continue until now. It's fun writing about Harry, Mycroft and their teenage children. Somuch to explore. Anyway, should I write prequel of this? You know, where Mycroft and Harry met and everything because some of you suggested that.
Thanks for reading and please give me reviews.