Azkaban Can't Hold Me Forever

Author: You know what? I do own Harry Potter! What are you going to do about it?

JK Rowling: Imperio!

Author: Sorry, I meant to say I do not own Harry Potter and JK Rowling is awesome. I did, however, give Stephanie Meyer the original idea for Twilight.

JK Rowling: You sick bastard! AVADA KEDAVRA!

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Chapter One: Arrival in Azkaban: Seventeen Years To Go

"Tiberius Richard Drew, you stand accused for the murder of no less than five Muggles at ten past one in the morning in Luton. Please give the court an explanation of what happened"

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic practically spat this words at me, unable to believe I was capable of such a horrible act of cruelty as killing five worthless Muggles. They attempted to mug me in the street. Five huge boys who thought they could easily overpower a harmless, unarmed man. So the solution had been simple to me. Five quick killing curses and they all had lain on the floor, lifeless. Unfortunately, a disguised Ministry official nearby had administered a Stunning Curse to me before I could protect myself. I woke up with an astoundingly bad headache, being dragged into the Ministry and being chained up in a chair with Dementors hovering everywhere.

"Mr. Drew, please answer the Minister." said a toad-like woman, with a horribly sweet on her face. If I had my wand to hand, she would be able to tell those five Muggles I said hello.

My eyes narrowed and I looked the Minister right in the eye. Surprisingly, he seemed taken aback for a moment but didn't break my gaze as I spoke to him.

"I did it for the cause of the Dark Lord. Muggles are inferior scum, not fit to walk the Earth. Why should we have to hide from them? We could destroy them all in a heartbeat!" I had to raise my voice as an uproar of disagreement broke out. "YOU ALL KNOW THIS! GIVE IN THE DARK LORD AND YOU SHALL BE SPARED! YOU CANNOT HOPE TO FIGHT HIM! LONG LIVE LORD-!"

Somebody in the crowd yelled, "Stupefy" and everything went black again.

I woke up staring at my dragging feet. I was moving, being pushed along by two men wearing very black travelling cloaks. I looked up and realised they were not men at all but Dementors. Guardians of Azkaban, some of the previously incarcerated Death Eaters had told me of them. They could drain the soul from any living creature. It certainly felt like I was being drained already.

I looked up at where I was being taken. I was being led along a cell block. I recognised some of them, fellow Death Eaters. Some of them were crying or moaning to people who weren't there. Pathetic. How did they ever get to serve the Dark Lord?

"How are the Longbottoms, Bellatrix?" I called out to one of them and she cackled madly, throwing herself against the bars. Mr and Mrs Lestrange were very prominent Death Eaters and their torture of the Longbottoms was particularly favoured by the Dark Lord. Every Death eater had been told to follow their example.

We finally stopped at an empty cell, with his door open. The Dementors did not force me in but merely stood behind me, unmoving. It was a choice between the cell or them. I took the cell and the door slid shut behind me. It was a small room, with a hard, weathered bed in the corner. There was a cracked sink next to it and next to that a foul-looking toilet that was giving off an even fouler stench. I looked around at this room, taking in all of it's...charming sights and smells. I lay down on the bed and stared up at the crumbling stone ceiling. Well Azkaban, give it your best shot.

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Nah, just joking you don't have to review if you don't want to.

Yes you do...Imperio.