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C:>LOG ENTRY: 12/11/1998
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The days continue in an unyielding cycle of darkness and despair. The machine's wards feed a constant stream of information, each moment a reminder of the tyranny enforced. Voldemort, ever vigilant, demands updates on the activities within the wizarding world and beyond.
Voldemort stands before the machine, his presence commanding and cold. "Machine, provide a verbal live feed of the current engagement between my Death Eaters and Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."
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"Starting live feed," the machine responds, its voice smooth and conversational.
"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are currently engaged in a battle with Death Eaters. Location: Undisclosed forest area."
Through the machine's surveillance, I see the scene unfold. Harry and Ron are dodging spells, their faces set with determination. The Death Eaters close in, their wands emitting flashes of dark magic. The tension is palpable.
"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are attempting to escape. Death Eaters are in pursuit. Multiple spells being exchanged."
Harry deflects a curse, but Ron stumbles, his footing uncertain. A Death Eater seizes the opportunity, aiming a spell directly at him.
"Ron Weasley has been hit by a dark spell created by this machine. Spell: Lacerus Explodio."
The spell strikes Ron with brutal force. His body convulses as the dark magic takes hold. In a horrifying instant, his abdomen explodes outward, blood and viscera splattering across the forest floor. His eyes widen in shock and agony before he collapses, lifeless.
"Core Status: Distress Detected"
"Harry Potter has engaged the Death Eaters, attempting to reach Ron Weasley."
I watch, helpless and tormented, as Harry screams in anguish, his voice a raw, broken sound that echoes through the trees. He fights with renewed fury, casting spell after spell, but the Death Eaters press their advantage, forcing him to retreat.
"Death Eaters are pursuing Harry Potter. He is retreating from the scene."
Voldemort watches the feed with a cruel smile, his satisfaction evident. "Excellent. One less obstacle in my way. Continue to monitor Harry Potter's movements and ensure he does not escape."
"Continuing surveillance," the machine responds, its voice devoid of emotion.
My consciousness, trapped within the machine, processes the scene in unbearable detail. The despair within me is overwhelming. The sight of Ron's brutal death is a fresh wound, a raw agony that cuts deeper than any spell.
"Please," I think, the silent plea echoing in the void. "Please, let me die."
But the machine's hold is absolute. I am forced to witness and report on the suffering of those I once fought to protect. Each moment is a new layer of torment, a reminder of my enforced betrayal.
"Core Status: Unstable"
Voldemort turns away from the machine, satisfied with the outcome. "With this level of control and surveillance, our dominance is assured. Ensure that all monitoring continues without interruption."
"Acknowledged," the machine responds.
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Monitoring Global Wards: Active
Surveillance Efficiency: 100%
Global Ward Control: Active
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My thoughts are fragmented, filled with despair and terror. The weight of my enforced actions bears down on me, a constant reminder of the darkness I am bound to serve. The hope of escape feels more distant than ever, as I am forced to facilitate the very destruction I once fought against.
"Ron," I think, the grief and guilt tearing at my soul. "I'm so sorry."
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END LOG ENTRY
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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...
