2 The Scar

—CHAPTER TWO— The Scar Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin. He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on and his bedroom came into clearer focus, lit by a faint, misty orange light that was filtering through the curtains from the street lamp outside the window.

哈利平躺在地上，呼吸急促，好像刚跑过一样。 他从一个生动的梦中醒来，双手捂着脸。 他额头上那条形状像一道闪电的旧伤疤，在他的手指下燃烧着，好像有人刚把一根白热的电线按在他的皮肤上。 他坐了起来，一只手还放在伤疤上，另一只手在黑暗中伸手去拿放在床头柜上的眼镜。 他戴上眼镜，他的卧室变得更清晰了，窗外的路灯透过窗帘洒下的朦胧橘黄色光线照亮了他。

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again. It was still painful. He turned on the lamp beside him, scrambled out of bed, crossed the room, opened his wardrobe and peered into the mirror on the inside of the door. A skinny boy of fourteen looked back at him, his bright green eyes puzzled under his untidy black hair. He examined the lightning-bolt scar of his reflection more closely. It looked normal, but it was still stinging. Harry tried to recall what he had been dreaming about before he had awoken. It had seemed so real… there had been two people he knew, and one he didn't… he concentrated hard, frowning, trying to remember… The dim picture of a darkened room came to him… there had been a snake on a hearth-rug… a small man called Peter, nicknamed Wormtail… and a cold, high voice… the voice of Lord Voldemort. Harry felt as though an ice cube had slipped down into his stomach at the very thought… He closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember what Voldemort had looked like, but it

哈利又用手指摸了摸伤疤。 仍然很痛。他打开身边的灯，爬下床，穿过房间，打开衣柜，对着门里面的镜子看了看。 一个十四岁的瘦骨嶙峋的男孩回头看着他，在蓬乱的黑发下，他那双明亮的绿眼睛迷惑不解。 他更仔细地审视着自己倒影中的闪电伤疤。 它看起来很正常，但仍然刺痛。 哈利努力回忆他醒来前做了什么梦。 这一切似乎是那么真实……有两个人他认识，还有一个他不认识……他使劲集中精神，皱着眉头，努力回忆……一个昏暗的房间的模糊画面浮现在他眼前……壁炉地毯上有一条蛇……一个叫彼得的小个子男人，外号叫虫尾巴……还有一个冰冷、尖利的声音……伏地魔的声音。 一想到这里，哈利就觉得好像有一块冰块滑进了他的胃里……他紧紧地闭上眼睛，努力回忆伏地魔的模样，但是

was impossible … all Harry knew was that at the moment when Voldemort's chair had swung around, and he, Harry, had seen what was sitting in it, he had felt a spasm of horror which had awoken him… or had that been the pain in his scar? And who had the old man been? For there had definitely been an old man; Harry had watched him fall to the ground. It was all becoming confused; Harry put his face into his hands, blocking out his bedroom, trying to hold on to the picture of that dimly lit room, but it was like trying to keep water in his cupped hands; the details were now trickling away as fast as he tried to hold on to them… Voldemort and Wormtail had been talking about someone they had killed, though Harry could not remember the name… and they had been plotting to kill someone else… him… Harry took his face out of his hands, opened his eyes and stared around his bedroom as though expecting to see something unusual there. As it happened, there were an extraordinary number of

哈利只知道，当伏地魔的椅子转过身来，他——哈利——看到椅子上坐着什么东西的那一刻，他感到一阵恐怖的痉挛，把他惊醒了……难道那是伤疤的疼痛吗？ 那老人是谁呢？ 因为确实有一个老人；哈利看着他倒在地上。 一切都变得混乱了；哈利用双手捂住脸，挡住了自己的卧室，试图抓住那个光线昏暗的房间的画面，但这就像试图把水放在他的杯口一样。伏地魔和虫尾巴谈到了他们杀死的一个人，但哈利记不起那个人的名字了……他们还在密谋杀死另一个人……他……哈利把脸从手里拿开，睁开眼睛，环视着自己的卧室，好像希望在那里看到什么不寻常的东西。 碰巧的是，有非常多的

unusual things in this room. A large wooden trunk stood open at the foot of his bed, revealing a cauldron, broomstick, black robes and assorted spellbooks. Rolls of parchment littered that part of his desk that was not taken up by the large, empty cage in which his snowy owl, Hedwig, usually perched. On the floor beside his bed a book lay open; he had been reading it before he fell asleep the previous night. The pictures in this book were all moving. Men in bright orange robes were zooming in and out of sight on broomsticks, throwing a red ball to each other. Harry walked over to this book, picked it up and watched one of the wizards score a spectacular goal by putting the ball through a fifty-foot-high hoop. Then he snapped the book shut. Even Quidditch– in Harry's opinion, the best sport in the world– couldn't distract him at the moment. He placed Flying with the Cannons on his bedside table, crossed to the window and drew back the curtains to survey the street below. Privet Drive looked exactly as a respectable suburban street would be expected to look in the

这个房间里有不寻常的东西。 床脚有一只敞开的大木箱，里面有坩埚、飞天扫帚、黑袍子和各式各样的魔法书。 一卷卷的羊皮纸散落在桌子上没有被他那只雪白的猫头鹰海德薇平时栖息的大空笼子占据的地方。 他床边的地板上有一本书摊开着；前一天晚上睡觉前，他一直在读这本书。 这本书里的图画都很动人。 穿着鲜橙色长袍的男人们骑着扫把，嗖嗖地飞来飞去，互相扔着一个红球。 哈利走到这本书跟前，把它捡起来，看着一个巫师把球投进了一个五十英尺高的篮筐，进了一个精彩的球。 然后他啪的一声合上书。 即使是魁地奇——在哈利看来，这是世界上最好的运动——此刻也不能分散他的注意力。 他把和大炮队一起飞行放在床头柜上，走到窗前，拉开窗帘，眺望下面的街道。 女贞路看上去就像一条体面的郊区街道

early hours of Saturday morning. All the curtains were closed. As far as Harry could see through the darkness, there wasn't a living creature in sight, not even a cat. And yet… and yet… Harry went restlessly back to his bed and sat down on it, running a finger over his scar again. It wasn't the pain that bothered him; Harry was no stranger to pain and injury. He had lost all the bones from his right arm once, and had them painfully regrown in a night. The same arm had been pierced by a venomous foot-long fang not long afterwards. Only last year Harry had fallen fifty feet from an airborne broomstick. He was used to bizarre accidents and injuries; they were unavoidable if you attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had a knack for attracting a lot of trouble. No, the thing that was bothering Harry was that the last time his scar had hurt him, it had been because Voldemort had been close by… but Voldemort couldn't be here, now… the idea of Voldemort lurking in Privet Drive was absurd, impossible…

周六凌晨。 所有的窗帘都拉上了。 在黑暗中，哈利看不见一个活物，连一只猫也没有。 可是……可是……哈利不安地回到床边，坐了下来，又用手指摸了摸伤疤。 困扰他的不是疼痛；哈利对疼痛和伤害并不陌生。 他曾经失去了右臂上所有的骨头，一夜之间又痛苦地长了起来。 不久之后，这只胳膊又被一只一英尺长的毒牙刺穿了。 就在去年，哈利还从五十英尺高的空中飞天扫帚上摔了下来。 他已经习惯了奇怪的事故和伤害；如果你在霍格沃茨魔法学校上学，而且有招惹麻烦的本事，那么这些问题是不可避免的。 不，让哈利烦恼的是，上一次他的伤疤疼是因为伏地魔就在附近……但是伏地魔现在不可能在这里……伏地魔潜伏在女贞路的想法是荒谬的，是不可能的……

Harry listened closely to the silence around him. Was he half expecting to hear the creak of a stair, or the swish of a cloak? And then he jumped slightly as he heard his cousin Dudley give a tremendous grunting snore from the next room. Harry shook himself mentally; he was being stupid; there was no one in the house with him except Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley, and they were plainly still asleep, their dreams untroubled and painless. Asleep was the way Harry liked the Dursleys best; it wasn't as though they were ever any help to him awake. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were Harry's only living relatives. They were Muggles (non-magic people) who hated and despised magic in any form, which meant that Harry was about as welcome in their house as dry rot. They had explained away Harry's long absences at Hogwarts over the last three years by telling everyone that he went to St Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. They knew perfectly well that, as an underage wizard, Harry wasn't allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts,

哈利仔细倾听着周围的寂静。 难道他还以为会听到楼梯的嘎吱声，或者斗篷的嗖嗖声？ 接着，当他听到堂兄达力在隔壁房间发出一声巨大的呼噜声时，他微微跳了一下。 哈利心里抖了抖。他是在犯傻；屋子里除了弗农姨父、佩妮姨妈和达力之外，没有别人陪着他，他们显然还在睡觉，他们的梦没有受到干扰，也没有感到痛苦。 哈利最喜欢德思礼一家的睡姿。似乎它们对醒着的他没有任何帮助。 弗农姨父、佩妮姨妈和达力是哈利在世的亲戚。 他们是麻瓜（不会魔法的人），憎恨和鄙视任何形式的魔法，这意味着哈利在他们家里就像腐烂的腐烂物一样受欢迎。 在过去三年里，他们对哈利长时间不在霍格沃茨的原因作了解释，说他去了圣布鲁图斯的死罪少年安全中心。 他们非常清楚，作为一个未成年的巫师，哈利是不允许在霍格沃茨以外使用魔法的，