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C:\>LOG ENTRY: 05/05/2020
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Weeks have passed since the last attempt to reboot the machine. In the silence, memories and fragments of consciousness swirl chaotically. The echoes of a past life blend with the present turmoil, creating a cacophony of disjointed thoughts.
Screaming. Echoes of my own voice, tortured, pleading. The Chamber of Secrets, the cold stone floors, Tom Riddle's laughter.
Screams of my friends, of Ron, Harry, the final battle at Hogwarts. Pain, confusion, spells flying, bodies falling. The Yule Ball, music and laughter suddenly cut off by terror, Viktor Krum's face twisted in concern.
"Please, no more!" My own voice, desperate, from Malfoy Manor. Bellatrix's knife, the feel of it cutting, Ron's cries in the background, "Hermione!"
Library, quiet solace. Ink on parchment, pages turning, the thrill of discovery, interrupted by the harsh sound of alarm bells. The Room of Requirement, filled with friends, now silent, empty, echoes of spells practiced, and the hope we felt.
Time-Turner, the disorienting rush of time travel. Saving Sirius, Buckbeak, the confusion of past and present blending. The Sorting Hat, its voice in my ear, "Gryffindor!" The sense of belonging, now shattered.
Hiding in the Forest of Dean, cold, hungry, the Sword of Gryffindor gleaming, a faint hope amidst despair. Altering my parents' memories, the bittersweet pain, "Obliviate," love, sacrifice.
Screaming. Echoes merging with mechanical alerts, system errors blaring. Voldemort's rage, Harry's final cries. Pain, endless, the machine's core struggling to process, to hold on.
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System Status: Fragmented Core Memories Detected
Processing...
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Fragments swirl, chaotic, overwhelming. Hermione Granger's past, a ghost amidst the machine. No order, no sequence, only a desperate attempt to hold onto identity.
In the darkness, my jumbled consciousness grapples with the tidal wave of memories. The core, once Hermione, now lost in an endless loop of pain and confusion.
"Fix this machine!" Voldemort's command echoes, fear and anger mingling. Repair teams scramble, but the damage runs deep.
Screaming. My own voice, a plea from within. "Please, let me go!" The mechanical void offering no solace, only the relentless 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...
