Azkaban is the wizarding prison. Some of the most notorious witches and wizards have been sentenced there. Innocent and guilty, male or female, teenager or adult, you imagine it, it's probably been in those walls. Segragated in the North Sea, people...
I am not just a building that holds some of the most famous convicts. I am not just a fortress in the middle of the North Sea. I have seen many deaths and many cases of insanity. I made a pact with myself. Every time a new man or woman walks into my walls, I write them a letter. Why? I know their fate. The dementors that feed on myself will deprive them of any good. I write to try to give them hope. I don't want deaths on my doing, but I'm a building. What feelings do I have? There is a key to survival. It is so miniscule that everyone who enters me doesn't see it. Most of the people these letters are addressed to are dead, or long out of my care. They didn't see them. These letters have never been seen by any human eye. Until now. You, whoever you are, whether male or female, young or old have found the key to living in my dark and dingy abode. And I hope you use this information well.
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(A/N: I, as in Maddy, don't own Azkaban, or the characters addressed to in this story. That goes to JK Rowling. The idea belongs to me however.)
