Chapter 1: Traces
The siren blared outside of the Tower of London as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson looked over the security tapes.
"How the hell has he managed to hack the LONDON TOWER system of all the things?!" Lestrade exclaimed.
"Well he is very good; you got to give him that," John replied.
Sherlock sat there, letting their meaningless chatter fade into the background as he set to examine the tape. Why would he do this, he thought, why would someone like Moriarty be so careless, he knew he was going to be caught red-handed, but why? Why would he want to be in jail? If he'd wanted the crown jewels they'd be his, if he'd wanted the gold they would all be gone, if he'd wanted the prisoners free they would be out on the streets right now, but Moriarty was the one caught with none of these accomplished. He'd wanted this, but why?
Sherlock turned his attention back to the screen, it was replaying the part again, he was just about to turn back and call it a day when the screen glitched, only for a second, but long enough for him to see the unmistakable figure. No, no, it can't be, he's dead, he killed him, he thought. The screen glitched again, this time for longer, neither John or Lestrade noticed as they continued on.
"Get out, both of you," Sherlock said. Neither looked surprised as they're used to his rude remarks and a need to think in complete silence, silently, both of them made their way out of the door and Sherlock turned back to the screen.
It glitched a third time, but this time, as if it was aware of the absence of muggles, it stayed where it is. It showed to the same scene as the other one but this time, Jim Moriarty was replaced by the dark figure of Lord Voldemort holding a wand, shattering the glass with a spell, as alive as he looked when he was invading Hogwarts in all his glory.
He wondered if anyone is the wizarding world are aware of this, he had lost contact long ago, nearly everyone thinks he's dead, but then again, Sherlock mused, none of them has actually got the brains to check the muggle newspaper to know that Sherlock Holmes, the Ravenclaw mind reading genius, was alive and well.
He reached inside his coat and pulled out a slender piece of wood, despite the complete lack of use, it still looked as if though it was brought yesterday, still the same as the day his life changed forever.
He turned it in his hands, wondering when he was going to need it.
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"Sherlock."
"Mmm?"
"Do you thinkā¦"
"Probably."
"Why?"
"Dunno."
"Why did you ask me and Greg to get out?"
"Mmm?"
"WHY did you ask me and Greg to get out Sherlock?"
"Oh, it's, er, nothing, just needs to think that's all."
I turned back, Sherlock was acting strangely today, not that he ever acts normal. He is unusually quiet and didn't even protest when Mrs Hudson threw his experiments out. It was, I suppose, Moriarty's reappearance and bizarre movements that shocked him, I was shocked myself. I mean, he is one of the most, if not THE most powerful criminal in the world, yet he got himself arrested. I'm sure Sherlock thought of the same thing, that Moriarty was playing another game, I hope not, last time he played one of his games I nearly got blown up.
On the other hand, I did notice something strange just before I left the room, the screen glitched, and momentarily, I could see a dark figure on the screen that certainly wasn't Moriarty.
I walked into my room and took out a bottle of ink and a quill from under the bed, it is time that I got in contact with my sister.
