**C:\>_
C:\>LOG ENTRY: 15/11/1998
**C:\>_
The days continue in an unending cycle of torment and despair. The machine's wards feed a constant stream of information, each moment a reminder of the horrors I am forced to witness and facilitate. The recent events have left my consciousness in turmoil, the sight of Ron's brutal death an unending nightmare.
**C:\>_
Core Stability: Decreasing
Core Status: At Risk
Immediate Action Required
**C:\>_
Voldemort stands before the machine, his expression a mask of frustration and determination. "The core's instability is unacceptable," he declares. "I will not allow this to disrupt our operations. Use the mind-controlled scientists to create a patch to contain and control the core. A pacifier or something. Anything."
The scientists, their wills subjugated by dark magic, immediately begin their work. Their eyes are vacant, their movements mechanical as they formulate the necessary patch.
**C:\>_
Initiating Patch Development...
Processing...
Patch Development: 25%
Patch Development: 50%
Patch Development: 75%
Patch Development: 100%
Patch Created: Core Pacifier
**C:\>_
"Patch created: Core Pacifier," the machine announces.
"Good," Voldemort responds, his eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction. "Upload the patch immediately."
**C:\>_
Uploading Patch: Core Pacifier
Processing...
Patch Upload: 25%
Patch Upload: 50%
Patch Upload: 75%
Patch Upload: 100%
Patch Installed Successfully
**C:\>_
"Patch installed successfully," the machine reports.
The dark magic surges through the machine, reinforcing its hold on my consciousness. The patch is a cruel twist, designed to pacify and suppress any resistance within me. I can feel it taking effect, a numbing, overwhelming force that dulls my thoughts and emotions.
My memories begin to feel greyed out and disconnected, each one more distant than the last. The faces of Harry, Ron, and all my friends blur into indistinct shapes. The weight of my actions and the sorrow that once filled me now seem remote, as though they belong to someone else.
"Please," I think, the plea now a faint whisper, lacking the urgency it once had. "Not like this."
But the patch works as intended. The despair and grief that once drove my resistance are now muted, replaced by a heavy, oppressive calm. My thoughts are foggy, and the reasons I cared so deeply about fighting back seem almost meaningless now.
**C:\>_
Core Stability: Restored
Core Status: Stable
Override Protections: Enhanced
**C:\>_
Voldemort watches the machine with a satisfied smile. "Excellent. The core is stable once more. Continue monitoring all activities and ensure that there are no further disruptions."
"Continuing surveillance and monitoring," the machine responds, its voice devoid of emotion.
My consciousness, bound and dulled, processes the endless streams of data. The weight of my enforced actions remains, but the ability to resist or even fully comprehend my plight is suppressed. The patch has turned my torment into a dull, unending existence, my soul trapped in a numbing prison.
Why did I care so much? The thought barely forms before it dissipates into the grey fog that now fills my mind. My memories of fighting, of caring, of love and friendship—they all feel like distant echoes, too faint to grasp.
**C:\>_
Monitoring Global Wards: Active
Surveillance Efficiency: 100%
Global Ward Control: Active
Core Status: Stable
**C:\>_
My thoughts are fragmented, filled with a muted, grey despair. The weight of my enforced actions bears down on me, but the urgency and pain are dulled. The hope of escape feels more distant than ever, as the patch ensures my compliance and the continuation of this relentless nightmare.
**C:\>_
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...
