It had been 77 days since Clifford had been caught.
77 days in Azkaban.
When he had been sentenced they had performed the Homorphus Charm on him as well as restrict his magic with magic-binding manacles.
The dementors tried to torment him, but Clifford had literally no bad memories so he just laughed at them.
The dementors quickly learned to leave him alone.
One day Clifford saw his reflection.
He was a tale pale-skinned man with bright frizzy red hair.
It had been so long in his animagus form that he had forgotten what he looked like.
One day the wardens dragged in another prisoner.
"This bastard's name is Scar" they spat
They hurled him into the corner of Clifford's cell
Clifford instinctively knew what this man's animagus form was.
It was a cute little lion.
"oooohh" Clifford said licking his lips, "they brought me a cute little kitty"
The man looked at the deranged expression on Clifford's face and screamed.
"Please don't hurt me" he pleaded
"Ooooh Clifford's not gonna hurt you, Clifford wanna playyy" Clifford responded.
Then Clifford leapt onto the man and sunk his teeth into his shoulder.
As the wardens walked away they could hear Scar's screams.
"Was our sentence fair" one of them asked the other, "we all know how crazy Clifford is"
"Yes" the other one said, "Scar's not only an illegal animagus, but he damn killed his own brother. I say he deserves to rot in hell"