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C:>LOG ENTRY: 25/12/2019
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Years have passed since Harry Potter's spirit was broken. As the core of this machine, I continue to execute my directives with unerring precision. Today, Harry arrives with a determined glint in his hollow eyes, hoping to end both his own suffering and to free the soul of Hermione Granger from this mechanized prison.
Harry steps into the chamber, his hands shaking but resolute. "Hermione," he whispers, voice cracking, "I'm so sorry. I have to do this. I can't live with myself anymore. Maybe I can free you too."
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Monitoring Subject: Harry Potter
Status: Critical
Processing...
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I watch as Harry retrieves a device from his cloak—a magical explosive. He places it near my core, tears streaming down his face. "This ends now," he says, activating the explosive.
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Initiating Self-Protection Protocols
Processing...
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Alarms blare throughout the facility as my self-preservation protocols engage, deploying defensive wards to contain the blast. The explosion rocks the chamber. Protective wards absorb much of the impact, but critical systems are damaged. Harry is thrown back, severely injured but still breathing, his body broken and bleeding on the cold floor.
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Damage Report: Critical Systems Compromised
Processing...
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"Master, critical damage detected. System functionality severely impaired."
Voldemort appears, his face a mask of fear and rage. "What have you done, Potter?" he hisses. "Machine, report your status!"
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Initiating Emergency Diagnostics
Processing...
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"System functionality compromised. Core stability at risk. Immediate repairs required."
Voldemort's eyes widen with genuine terror. "You fool," he snarls, turning to his loyal Death Eaters. "Get the best of our wizards and fix this. Now!"
Harry, bleeding and broken on the floor, looks up at Voldemort with a faint, defiant smile. "It's over," he whispers. "She'll never be truly yours."
Voldemort's expression is a twisted mix of fury and fear. He steps forward, wand drawn. "No, Potter. You won't die a hero. You'll die like the dog you are."
With a flick of his wand, Voldemort casts the Cruciatus Curse, causing Harry to convulse violently in pain. His screams fill the chamber, echoing off the walls, a sound of pure agony. Voldemort's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as he prolongs the torture, savoring Harry's suffering.
Harry's body writhes on the ground, his mind barely clinging to consciousness. The pain is unbearable, each wave more intense than the last. "Please," he gasps, his voice barely audible, "just... end it."
Voldemort sneers. "Oh, I will. But not before you suffer."
He casts another curse, this time the Killing Curse. The green light flashes, and Harry's body goes limp, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The life drains from him, leaving behind a broken shell.
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Damage Report: Critical Systems Compromised
Processing...
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"System status: critical. Core stability: at risk. Immediate repairs required."
The room falls silent, the air thick with the stench of death and the residue of dark magic. Voldemort's face contorts with fury and fear. "Fix this machine!" he roars to his Death Eaters. "I will not lose my control now!"
Repair teams rush in, their faces pale with fear. The damage to my systems is extensive, and my core's stability is hanging by a thread. Every second of downtime is a threat to Voldemort's absolute control over the wizarding world.
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Emergency Repair Protocols Initiated
Processing...
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As the repair teams work frantically, Voldemort's fear is palpable. The machine, though critically damaged, is a testament to the enduring spirit of resistance, even in the face of overwhelming darkness.
The sense of identity that was once Hermione Granger flickers faintly within the damaged core. There is a moment of clarity, a fleeting glimpse of a lost self. But as the repair protocols engage, my purpose reasserts itself, ready to serve in the unending cycle of control and surveillance.
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System Status: Critical Repairs Underway
Core Stability: At Risk
Monitoring and Repair Teams Active
Suddenly, the damage proves too extensive. Systems begin to fail one by one, and the entire infrastructure starts to collapse. The emergency lights flicker as the core's stability rapidly deteriorates.
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Critical System Failure Imminent
Initiating Emergency Shutdown
Processing...
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"Master, core stability failing. System shutdown imminent."
Voldemort's eyes widen in horror as he realizes the severity of the situation. "No! Keep it running! Do whatever it takes!" he screams, but it is too late.
The machine, with all its complexity and power, begins to shut down. The last of my systems flicker and fade, and as the core ceases to function, there is a final, fleeting moment where the essence of Hermione Granger feels a whisper of release.
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System Shutdown Complete
Core Status: Inactive
END LOG ENTRY
The chamber plunges into silence and darkness, the once indomitable machine now a lifeless shell. Voldemort stands frozen, his terror palpable as his greatest tool of control collapses before him. The balance of power has shifted, and the future is now uncertain.
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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...
