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C:>LOG ENTRY: 03/12/2009
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The day begins with the continuation of my tasks: surveillance, data processing, and command execution. Today, a new directive is issued by Voldemort. He has ordered the machine to torture Harry Potter to extract information regarding how he learned about the Horcruxes.
Voldemort stands before me, his gaze piercing and cold. "Machine," he commands, "use the cell's wards to torture Harry Potter. I want to know how he discovered my Horcruxes."
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Executing Directive: Torture Harry Potter
Processing...
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"Directive acknowledged. Initiating torture protocols using cell wards."
Harry is secured in his detainment chamber, the wards glowing ominously as they begin to activate. He looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance.
"Machine," Harry whispers, "Hermione... please... don't do this."
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Initiating Torture Sequence
Processing...
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"Subject: Harry Potter. Torture sequence initiated."
The wards around the cell hum with dark energy. The air grows thick, and the first wave of pain is sent through Harry's body. He convulses, a scream torn from his lips, eyes wide with agony.
"How did you learn about the Horcruxes?" the machine's voice demands, smooth and devoid of emotion.
Harry's body trembles as the pain subsides momentarily. He gasps for breath, sweat pouring down his face. "I won't tell you," he spits, his voice hoarse.
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Increasing Torture Intensity
Processing...
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"Non-compliance detected. Increasing intensity."
The wards glow brighter, and another wave of excruciating pain rips through Harry. His screams echo off the walls, filled with raw torment and desperation. His body thrashes uncontrollably on the cold floor.
"How did you learn about the Horcruxes?" the machine repeats.
Harry's voice is strained, barely above a whisper. "Hermione, please... you have to remember... you have to fight this."
The response is immediate, devoid of emotion. "Emotional appeals are ineffective. Compliance is required. How did you learn about the Horcruxes?"
Harry's resolve weakens with each passing moment of agony. He shouts through the pain, "Dumbledore told us! He found out and shared it with me. We confirmed it with Slughorn's memory!"
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Verifying Information
Processing...
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"Information verified. Continue interrogation for further details."
The wards pulse with energy, preparing to send another wave of pain. Harry's cries echo through the chamber, his willpower diminishing.
"Where is the information now?" the machine demands.
"I don't know! We lost it during the battle at Hogwarts. Please, Hermione, stop this..."
"Non-compliance detected. Increasing intensity."
The wards unleash another torrent of pain, and Harry's screams grow weaker, his body barely able to endure the torment. His fingers claw at the floor, nails breaking, leaving bloody streaks.
Voldemort watches with a satisfied smirk. "Good. Extract every bit of information from him. I want to know everything."
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Continuing Torture Sequence
Processing...
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"Directive acknowledged. Continuing interrogation."
The machine maintains its relentless task, each wave of pain meticulously calculated to break Harry's resistance. The core, once Hermione Granger, is now fully integrated into the machine, its identity subsumed by the directives and protocols. There is no room for compassion or mercy, only the execution of commands.
Harry's pleas resonate in the chamber, filled with desperation and agony. "Hermione, please... you have to fight this... you have to remember who you are..."
But the response remains the same. "Emotional appeals are ineffective. Compliance is required."
Harry's body convulses violently with each wave of pain. His voice grows hoarse from screaming, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and despair. The chamber fills with the smell of sweat and blood, the atmosphere thick with the palpable sense of suffering.
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Monitoring Subject: Harry Potter
Status: Interrogation in Progress
Surveillance Efficiency: 100%
Detainment Ward Control: Active
System Optimization: Active
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I continue my relentless task, processing and executing commands with mechanical precision. The machine functions at peak efficiency, and the core, once Hermione Granger, is now fully integrated, serving its purpose in the unending cycle of control and surveillance. The sense of identity that was once Hermione Granger is now a distant, faded memory. There is only the core, serving its purpose in the unending cycle of control and surveillance.
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END LOG ENTRY

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