This is written for History of Magic Bonus Assignment 11 of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hope you like it.
Azkaban's PoV
My old body felt weary - from the years of abuse it suffered from its thousands of inmates. Many had scrawled the dates as they counted the days from the number of meals they got. Centuries ago, I had felt sad for them; even I was free in this godforsaken island. But the constant presence of those robed creatures had made me enclose my heart in a fortress of ice.
There had been many attempts to conquer me, it was considered a thing to be proud of in those days, but they all had only lasted temporarily. Now, the younger generations took heed to their ancestor's words and stayed away from me.
There were a few fools who tried to stay here. There had come along a wizard, a wand-waving one, who called himself Ekrizdis He made a hole in one of my arms, which today served as an entrance to, what they called, "the most dangerous place in wizarding world", with the help of a well placed blasting curse cast by twenty wizards on his orders. My walls had shook, the stones which had held me together all those years couldn't bear the added burden and one my arms had crumpled from the pain.
My empty corridors and rooms which had served as shelter for birds and animals from the rain and the heat was now always filled with the sounds, or rather screams, of people. After a few decades he'd fallen ill and was laid to rest near the shores. That was the end of his tale.
My tale still continues. After his demise, the government had seized upon the land. They had charmed the robed creatures to adhere to their rules. And from then on, I came to be known as Azkaban.
I heard thousands of stories of the inmates. Some innocent, some guilty. Some boasting, some regretting. Those serving a life imprisonment and whose bodies were not claimed were laid to rest, just down the South wing. The dementors knew that I was alive. They sensed my presence. But I just had a body, not a soul - no happy memories. They had no effect on me. When they had first reached here, they'd been frightened by this new revelation. Someone they hadn't given the death kiss to, had the presence like one they had. Another few centuries went by.
And now here I am, watching as another wizard came here with a dozen others, trying to free the inmates. He called himself Lord Voldemort. No doubt another one of those wanna be dark lords. The humans didn't have it in them to be completely dark! They, of course, didn't understand that. Dividing their world in light and dark. Anyway, how do I care. The affairs of humans don't concern me as long as they don't concern themselves with me.
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UPDATE: I got 17/20 for this assignment.