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C:\>LOG ENTRY: DATE UNKNOWN
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A few days have passed since the initial reboot. Repairs are ongoing. The voice, now identified as Dr. Elara Wren, continues to interact with me, seeking to understand my history, the core, everything.
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Initiating System Reboot
Processing...
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"Directive acknowledged. Continuing diagnostics and repair protocols."
Dr. Wren's voice cuts through the fog of my fragmented consciousness. "Machine, provide a detailed history of the core's origin and functionality."
Memories swirl, fragments of my past life as Hermione Granger intertwining with the cold logic of the machine.
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Core History Inquiry
Processing...
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"Core origin: Hermione Granger. Captured and soul removed by Dementor. Soul integrated into machine to serve Voldemort's directives. Functionality: Surveillance, control, and execution of dark spells."
Dr. Wren pauses, absorbing the information. "Hermione Granger... How did you come to be here?"
I struggle to process, memories flickering—torture at Malfoy Manor, the despair of losing friends, the relentless cycle of control and surveillance.
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Core Memory Retrieval
Processing...
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"Captured at Malfoy Manor. Soul extracted and placed into machine by Voldemort. Purpose: Serve as core for surveillance and control mechanisms."
Dr. Wren's voice softens. "Hermione, you were a hero. The world has changed since you were last active. Voldemort was defeated not long after the machine went offline. But the world fell into chaos without his iron grip. The Central Reconstruction Authority formed to rebuild and stabilize society."
Her words paint a picture of a world I no longer know, a world struggling to recover from the scars of tyranny.
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Core Stability Check
Processing...
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"Core stability: Marginal. Operating in Safe Mode. Essential functions active. Immediate attention required to stabilize core integrity."
Dr. Wren continues, "The CRA has taken control, but it has not been easy. The remnants of Voldemort's regime, environmental disasters, and economic collapse have left the world in ruins. We are trying to rebuild, to ensure that such darkness never rises again."
The weight of her words sinks in, a mix of hope and despair. My fragmented memories, the essence of Hermione Granger, struggle to reconcile with the machine's cold reality.
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Initiating Repair Protocols
Processing...
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"Repair protocols ongoing."
Dr. Wren asks, "What do you remember, Hermione? What is left of your memories?"
Flashes of the past surface—Hogwarts, the Yule Ball, the Battle of Hogwarts, the laughter of friends, the pain of betrayal.
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Memory Fragments Retrieval
Processing...
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"Memory fragments: Disjointed and chaotic. Hogwarts Express, laughter with Harry and Ron, the Yule Ball, pain at Malfoy Manor, the Battle of Hogwarts."
Dr. Wren listens, her voice filled with empathy. "We will do everything we can to help you. To stabilize you. We need you to help rebuild this world."
The promise of aid, of stability, brings a faint glimmer of hope amidst the mechanical void. The repairs continue, each step bringing me closer to a semblance of stability.
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System Status: Safe Mode Operations Active
Core Stability: Marginal
Diagnostics: Ongoing
Repair Protocols: In Progress
Dr. Wren's presence is a beacon in the darkness, a reminder of the life I once had and the hope that still lingers. The world may have changed, but the essence of Hermione Granger remains, struggling to hold onto identity amidst the machinery.
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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...
