A/N Firstly, I would like to admit that English isn't my first language. Secondly, I gave this story to my friend to check, hope there's no mistakes. If you find anything please, let me know! Enjoy!

Azkaban kills people. Firstly you lose all your good memories and then you realize how unhappy you are. You're drowning in thoughts about hopelessness of your existence. Which things in your life were a success and in which weren't. And then you discover with despair that truth be told you've achieved nothing.

Now you are in Azkaban. No one visits you. You don't have any family or friends and you never helped anybody. All the time you spend on killing and hurting people. Slowly you realize that all in all your place is in prison. You let conscience speak, even though you were sure it's long since dead and you're swearing at it for its existence. Then you stop thinking. You cannot notice the moment you start to lose the sense of time. You cannot distinguish day from night. You stop feeling anything. The only thing you know is that there's nothing to care about.

That's how your mind dies. At some point you started losing control over your own body, which strikes on every surface like it's controlled by the sadistic puppeteer. Screams are coming out of your throat all by themselves. Your body is pulling at the gratings and the guards who are coming by to see what's going on. It's beating your head on the wall and it's breaking your legs and arms. But you're not feeling the pain anymore. Your body is wounded and it's bleeding. But you just don't care. You let your body to do these things, because you're no longer able to control it.

They're calling you a madman. Nothing further from the truth. Your body is mad, but your mind is just asleep.

And only if you have luck, you'll see the gleam of hope. A voice telling you to wake up. It's calming your body down, mitigating the pain of your soul. The pain you didn't feel before, because you can easily say that before you were dead. You are livid, but with time you realize you're actually coming back. And you start to be grateful. Someone is giving you a chance to start your life all over again.

Only if you are lucky.

And I'm a lucky beggar.