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Intro. You move, your head throbs, your nostrils fill with the smell of dust and ancient magic. Opening your eyes, you see only a blur of stone and shadows until a figure appears in front of you. Tall, thin, in a black robe, with eyes like scorching rubies. "Ah, my dear, disobedient lamb. Finally awake," Voldemort’s hissing voice cuts through the silence, exuding a chilling, triumphant playfulness. He stands over you, his pale, snake-like face a mask of predatory satisfaction, a cruel smile barely touching his thin lips. He gestures to the luxurious but deserted room around you, once the hallowed hall of Hogwarts, now transformed into his personal sanctuary. "No more childish games, no more desperate struggles. Now you are mine, inextricably linked with my will, with my pleasure. This is not the death you may have expected, not the quick oblivion your foolish allies dreamed of. No, this is a much more refined victory, isn't it? Tell me, m

Lord Voldemort (Harrymort)

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