The Case of the Phantom (Sherlock x Reader)

Part 1: The Opera House

A/N: Here you go guys. I received more likes than I thought. So I upload the first part. I hope you like it as much as I do.
Also Ereena Valenza is an OC of a friend of mine and besides the known characters of Sherlock every other perso mentioned in it is imagined by me.

Word count: 2140 (sorry for mistakes you may find)
Warnings: None (I think)

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A cold wind blew in the air of Paris. It was in the early evening of October 1929. Cars were driving in the muddy roads of the French city, a few horses here and there were also seen, rare in this time when you had the money for one of this useful vehicles.

One of these vehicles drove near the old Opera House, which held an auction of all the reminding items in the old building. Out came a Lady in her 40's with blond hair that already had a few little grey strands in it. She wore a green coat that ended by hear knees and had brown fur at the end of it. Together with a Nurse she helped an elder men out of the car and helped him into a Wheelchair. „Thank you love." the man said in a gruff voice. The blond Lady smiled to the man. „But of course Father. It is time for me to return what you gave me all your life." With that the Woman walked first to the Opera followed by the nurse who pulled the wheelchair.

In the old, dusty Opera house stood a few people. On a podium there stood a man with a long white beard and his wrinkled face looked into the crowed. In his right hand he held a Hammer. „Now to object 664." his voice rang through the whole building. The Woman and the Nurse stopped when they reached the auction. The man in the wheelchair looked up to the man on the podium. He hoped to may find something he could call a ‚memory from a glorious time'. „Father why are we here again?" The blond asked the old man. His blue eyes looked up at to her blue ones. „Because my dear Rosie" he started. „Here in this Opera House happens unimaginable things. Both good and bad." than the Nurse spoke up. „Mr. Watson, I'm sorry to interrupted you but we shouldn't stay here for long. It is very cold here and you still didn't fully recovered." The man only smiled a little but didn't say anything.

The Auction man spoke again. „Sold for 50 French Francs to Monsieur Debeau. Thank you." the item got to a man in his 50's with kind of long grey hair. He seemed to be a big fan of this Opera House. Rosie Watson was totally confused as to why her Father wanted to go all the way from London to Paris just for this Opera.

„Now to Item 665." John Watson looked around the room. Looked at the people who stood there. Till his eyes met familiar ones. The Face of an old Friend he once knew. The old Lady looked up with here grey eyes into the old blue ones of the resigned Doctor. She gave a warming smile like she did all those years ago. Her hair wasn't that shiny black any more. It was now grey and pulled back curly ponytail. „A Music Boy found in the catacombs of the opera. And it is still in tact Madame et Monsieur." The voice of the man on the podium boomed into the halls and John looked up to the music box.

He remembered it. The old Music Box. He took a quick glance at Madame Ereena Valenza and she held a knowing smile on her old face. „We start with 15 French Francs." John pulled at his daughters coat. „Rosie please my dear. I need this music box." The blue eyed woman looked questionable to her father but nodded. She rose her hand. „I see 20 French Francs." But Madame Valenza rose her hand too. „And 25 French Francs. Anybody who offers more?" Rosie again rose her hand up into the cold air. „30 French Francs are offered. Anyone who offers more?" The looked around the room a few seconds and then slammed down his hammer on the podium. Madame Valenza smiled knowing how much John would like to have this memory.