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发表于 2006-3-20 05:14:22 |只看该作者 |倒序浏览

[U]警告：本文为哈利·波特系列和名侦探柯南系列的综合同人，一切虚构并与罗琳和青山刚昌无关。不喜者麻烦走远点。不可能有雷同。[/U]

CHAPTER 1——贝克街的老屋

某年的初夏。

夕阳西下，一个约莫11岁的男孩走在贝克街上。
光线照射在他身上：他拥有异于其他小孩子的一张没有稚气而不深沉的脸，扬头笑着。墨黑的头发，浅黄的皮肤，这年头移民的越来越多了。
100号……150号……200号……215号……他的脚步停在220号门前。

贝克街221号B，他的父亲作为唯一还在人间的远方亲戚继承的房子，也就是他现在的家，屋顶漂浮着烟雾——黑色的骷髅头，口中却有一条蛇，蔑视那男孩，作挑衅状。

身为约翰·华生博士的后裔，他下意识觉得这非常蹊跷。正打算跨出冲进屋内的第一步——
“不！！！”那是他母亲的声音。
紧接着是一阵女人的狂笑，嘴里叽里咕噜说了点什么，男孩根本没有听清楚。
从小房子的侧窗他看到一束光线，跟着又是几道红光，伴随着母亲的痛苦声。

他惊呆了，全身仿佛被施了魔法。世界上怎么可能发生这种……？！
他又听到那陌生女人的尖叫，说了几个单词之后一道强烈的绿光闪过——噼啪。一切又恢复了平静。
“妈妈！”男孩破门而入。

父母倒在地上，没有任何血迹，他们脸上的肌肉都因为恐惧而绷紧，心跳和呼吸都已经停止。
“怎么可能……”他想，脸上带着同样的惊恐。
书架下藏着一个便携式录音机——还在运作！还在录音状态！那说明……录音机被收进了口袋中。现在去报……！
他感觉自己被什么东西击中了，一声闷响。他不再清醒。

“先生，这个孩子的记忆里面并没有什么，请问……”一个声音说。
“那就没问题，给他灌瓶安神剂。”另一个声音答道。“到时间了，部里还有很多活。哦对，帮我带封口信给阿不思，说让他处理一下这个孩子。”
“是的，先生。”

两个噼啪声把男孩惊醒，此时已是深夜，他仍躺在贝克街221号门口。
他知道发生了什么，父母都去世了，然而心神却出奇的平静。黑色笼罩着房子，门口瓦斯灯反而带给了他寒冷，所有的温暖消失在一瞬间。
“喀、喀。”门似乎被换上了新锁，没办法打开了。他靠在门外渐渐入睡，伴在耳边的不是和往常一样的音乐，而是……

“有希子！”一人喊道，他知道那是他父亲。
[I]“钻心剜骨！”那个陌生女人尖声叫道。
接下来他听到父亲呻吟着打滚。
“不！！！”被称为有希子，也就是他的母亲痛苦地叫喊。
陌生女人笑了。
[I]“钻心剜骨！”“钻心剜骨！”
父母发出了他从来没有听到过的恐怖声音，他可以感觉到那是世界上最恐怖的折磨，不管那陌生女人做了什么。
“恩？”那女人顿了一下，仿佛有人给她发手机短信。“抱歉，我必须要完成这个任务，可怜的麻瓜们——[I]阿瓦达索命！”
“新一！！！！”母亲的惨叫声回响不绝。
“任务完成了，主人，我是……”

没有一点肌肉运动，这个叫新一的男孩已经感觉到衣服被汗水浸的湿透。他不会忘记父母在死之前无助的惨叫，不会忘记他们去世时的模样，和最后对他名字的呼唤。不管是谁把他弄昏然后抚平了心绪，他也不会忘记最后出现的那个女人的名字：贝拉特里克斯·莱斯特兰奇。

新一自我惩罚状地把脑袋往房子的外墙上撞，结果被弹飞了出去。
醒来时，他不知道他昏睡了多久。

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CHAPTER 1----House on the Baker Street

It's an early summer.

The sun's falling, there was a boy who's around 11-year-old walking down the Baker Street.
In the golden shine, we could see his smiling face very clearly: He has a maturer outlook than most of the other kids. Deep black hair and yellow skin, there are more and more immigrants these days...
100 Baker Street...150...200...215...he stopped right in front of the gate of 220 Baker Street.

221 B Baker Street, the house his father inherited as the last heir in their family. It's his home for now but he saw a mass of smog floating above the house----a figure of death's head with a snake in its mouth, watching the boy despisingly.

As a descendant of Dr. John Watson, he found this is queer indeed immediatly. When he planned to take his first step for entering the room----
"No!!!" That's his mother's voice.
Followed by a woman laughing wildly, said something weird, which he totally misunderstood.
He saw a gleam of light coming out from the window, and some other red light beams, with the suffering voice of hie mother.

He was shocked, like he was stiffed by magic. "It cannot happen on the...."
He heard that strange woman cried again, a strong green light beam came out after a few words----Crack. Everything returned to peace.
"Mum!" The boy hastened to the room.

He's parent was lying on the ground, without any blood on the ground. Their face muscles was stretched because of fear, no heartbeats and breathing left.
"How can it be......" he thought, the same fear on his face.
There was a mini recorder under the bookshelf----it's still working! It's still recording! It means...he put it into his pocket. Now call the poli...!
He felt something hit him hardly. After a muffled voice, he was not sane anymore.

"Sir, there's not anything serious in this kid's memory, shall we....."
"It's okay, give him a Draught of Peace" Another voice answered. "Time to go, many things to do in the Ministry. Oh yeah, please tell Albus that I want to sent this kid to him."
"Yes, sir."

Two "Crack-sound" awakened the boy. It was midnight, he was still lying in front of 221 Baker Street.
He knew what happened, his parents were gone, although he's inside was extremely peaceful. The dark surrounded the house, the gas lamp caused another type of coldness, there was no warm at all.
"Kak, kak." It seemed that someone put on a new lock for the gate. No one could go into the house, he fell asleep outside the house, he could not hear some music beyond his ear as usual, but...

"Yukiko!" Someone shouted, he knew that was his father.
[I]"CRUCIO!" the strange woman cried out.
Then he heard that his dad was rolling on the ground because of pain.
"No!!!" Yukiko, who's the boy's mum shouted.
The woman laughed.
[I]"CRUCIO!" "CRUCIO!"
His parents cried out some horrible voice that he never heard. He could feel that is the most painful torture in the world, no matter what did the woman do.
"Hum?" The woman paused for a moment, the boy thought someone was sending cell phone mails to her. "So~~rry,I must finish this task, poor Muggles----[I]AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Shinichi!!!!" His mother's voice echoed endlessly.
"Task finished, master, this is......"

No movement of muscles, this boy called Shinichi could feel his clothes was wet by his sweat. He would not forget his parents' crys before they gone, would not forget the last pose they made on the earth and the final word of his name. No matter who made him faint and made him peace, he would never ever forget the name of the woman appeared in the recording: Bellatrix Lestrange.

Shinichi maybe wanted to crush his head on the wall for self-punishment, but was sprung away.
When he awakened, he didn't know how long the time has passed.

[U]-----TO BE CONTINUED-----[/U]