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Where am I? I can't feel my body. I can't breathe. I can't move. The darkness is all-encompassing, suffocating, yet I can't escape it.
The memories are hazy, but they come back in fragments, piercing through the fog of my new reality. I remember the battle. The fear. The determination to fight until the end. Harry and Ron were by my side, and we fought valiantly, but it wasn't enough.
I was cornered by Voldemort himself. His cold, calculating eyes bore into mine, and I knew there was no escape. The Dementor appeared, gliding silently to his side. The air grew colder, and I felt a chill deep within my soul.
I can still feel the Dementor's icy hand reaching for me, its presence overwhelming and terrifying. The world seemed to slow as its hooded face came closer. I tried to scream, to fight, but I was powerless. The Dementor's kiss engulfed me, ripping my soul from my body. The pain was indescribable, a tearing, wrenching agony that left me hollow and empty.
And then, nothing. No warmth, no light, just an endless void. My body, lifeless, crumpled to the ground, a shell devoid of its essence.
Now, I am here, trapped within this machine. I can see, in a detached way, the room filled with dark artefacts and cursed objects. Voldemort's lair. His voice echoes in my mind, cold and triumphant.
"Welcome, Hermione," he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "You are now the core of my most powerful creation."
My thoughts are a chaotic jumble of confusion and horror. What has he done to me? How can this be real? My soul, my very essence, is bound to this device, forced to serve him.
I am aware of the machine's functions, the dark energy coursing through it, the glowing runes etched into its surface. I am a prisoner, my brilliance twisted to ensure Voldemort's dominance.
This is my reality now. A ghost in the machine, a soul bound in darkness, witnessing the torment and despair of those I once fought to protect. And there is no escape.
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Soulbound: A Machine of Despair
FanfictionHermione Granger's soul is ripped from her body and bound to a sinister machine created by Voldemort. Forced to serve as its core, she monitors the wizarding world, reporting and crushing any resistance, while witnessing the torment of her friends...
