Title: Name Confused
Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Summary: What if Mycroft's name confused assistant was male? Harry Potter tries to shed his name and his past, taking a rare offer of anonymity while still getting to play the hero.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Sherlock do not belong to me. I only use them in my plot for fun and do not profit from this.
Anonymous
The Separation Act was in place for five years, six months and twenty days as of that morning. The Act is essentially the barrier that separates the Magical and Non-Magical worlds so that they no longer stepped on each other's toes. Much like the Elves of old millennia ago had retired in a pocket dimension, on Earth but not quite, the wizards and witches and the magical creatures finally decide to go that way. In the beginning and end of this decision was a prophecy that foretold a dark age, wars and tragedy as long as the two worlds shared space. Harry James Potter, the Saviour, the Boy Who Vanquished Voldemort, was nineteen when the prophecy was made. He was twenty when the rulers of the Magical world, creatures and humans alike, got together and decided to cooperate. They made plans to retrieve the Muggleborns through portals. They made a dimension like another, if a bit smaller Earth, that was theirs.
Harry was twenty five when the plan was finalized and he was twenty five and a day old when he knew that he would not be joining the other Magicals into the barrier. There had been others who had stayed behind but the majority had crossed over. As the years went by, Harry Potter, Auror and later Hit Wizard had felt out of sorts with his life, not quite fitting in, hating the spotlight; not knowing what to do with it. He had tried to make his life, settle down with Ginny, have a family, but the seams just did not fit any more. For three years before the Barrier was raised he had retreated from the magical world, like a self banishment really. He still helped his friends and family, but from the shadows, liking being a nobody, not being stared at.
Harry kept most of his money and converted it to Muggle money, left quite a lot to his godson, said his goodbyes and never crossed the gates. To this day he had no idea what his friends and family thought and a part of him did not really care, because finally, he was at peace. No one stared at him, no one expected him to save the world just because he had twice in the past. He was no longer a messiah, a hero. He was finally happy. The one favour he had asked of Kingsley was to get him in touch with the British Services, just before he quit his Auror position. As an agent under her Majesty's service, he was no longer THE Harry Potter, just Potter. And when the notice came, the same one that brought him to Mycroft Holmes' office, and when he left that place, he was not even Potter because he could have no name, no identity to trace and exploit. He was just a face without a name and despite being saddled to the man who was the British Government; he was freer than he had been in a long while.