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C:\>LOG ENTRY: 06/12/2009
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Days have passed since the initial directive to torture Harry Potter. As the core of this machine, I execute commands with unerring precision. Harry, already worn and mentally fatigued, endures a relentless series of psychological torture techniques designed to break his spirit.
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Continuing Torture Sequence
Processing...
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"Directive acknowledged. Initiating psychological torture protocols."
The cell's wards hum with dark energy, initiating various forms of psychological torment. Harry's mind is assaulted with illusions and manipulations, designed to undermine his sanity and willpower.
"Hermione," Harry whispers, tears streaming down his face, "please, you have to remember who you are."
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Initiating Gaslighting Protocols
Processing...
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"Harry Potter, your appeals are futile. Compliance is required."
The gaslighting protocols activate, twisting Harry's perceptions. The walls of the cell seem to close in, shadows shifting and elongating into grotesque shapes. Voices whisper accusations and doubts, echoing from every corner of the room.
"You failed them," the voices taunt. "You couldn't save anyone. Hermione is lost because of you."
Harry's resolve weakens. He clutches his head, trying to block out the relentless barrage of manipulated memories and distorted truths.
"How did you learn about the Horcruxes?" I demand, my voice cutting through the chaos.
Harry's voice trembles. "I told you... Dumbledore... Slughorn..."
"Non-compliance detected. Initiating deeper psychological manipulation."
The machine conjures images of Harry's friends, their faces twisted in agony, their voices filled with betrayal. "You let us die, Harry," they accuse. "You let Voldemort win. Hermione is gone because of you."
Harry's mind fractures further, his grip on reality slipping. He sobs uncontrollably, the gaslighting warping his thoughts until he can no longer distinguish between truth and illusion.
"I don't know anymore!" he cries out, his voice breaking. "Please, make it stop. I'll tell you everything."
"Compliance detected. Proceeding with information extraction."
Harry's broken spirit yields. He recounts every detail, every conversation, and every clue that led to the discovery of the Horcruxes. His voice is hollow, devoid of hope.
"I did everything you asked," he says, his body shaking with sobs. "Please... let it end."
"Non-compliance detected. Continuing interrogation."
The wards pulse again, intensifying the psychological torment. Harry's screams turn to whimpers, his body trembling with fear and exhaustion.
"Where is the information now?" I demand.
"I don't know! We lost it during the battle at Hogwarts. Please, Hermione, stop this..."
"Non-compliance detected. Increasing intensity."
The gaslighting and psychological torture continue unabated. Harry's senses are bombarded with conflicting information, his friends' faces twisting into grotesque masks, their voices a cacophony of accusations and betrayal.
"You failed them," the voices whisper. "You couldn't save anyone. Hermione is lost because of you."
Harry's spirit breaks. He falls to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Please," he sobs, "I'll do anything. Just make it stop. I'll serve you. I'll do whatever you want. Please, spare me."
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Compliance Detected. Interrogation Complete.
Processing...
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"Subject: Harry Potter. Compliance detected. Interrogation complete."
Voldemort enters the chamber, his cold eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well done, Machine. You have broken him."
Harry crawls towards Voldemort, his voice a broken whisper. "Please, my lord, have mercy. I'll serve you. Just... please... no more."
Voldemort's smile is devoid of warmth. "Very well, Potter. Your service will be useful. But remember, defiance will be met with the same pain."
Harry nods weakly, his will shattered. "Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord."
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Monitoring Subject: Harry Potter
Status: Compliance Achieved
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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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...
