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As I sit on this cold hard concrete floor, I look back on my life and how I arrived in this beautiful place known as Azkaban. By beautiful I hope you understand that I meant horrid. It is impossible not to become cold, bitter, and sarcastic when you're trapped in a place like this. Since you are not here I'll give you a bit of a taste of everyday life here in Azkaban. Since we are the scum of the earth, it wouldn't make sense to spend a lot of money on us, so a piece of stale bread and a cup of water twice a day is all we get. For the first couple of days that I was here, I didn't get to eat because of the pesky fat rats that would steal my bread. I is impossible to explain the complete feeling of fear and emptiness that fills me when a dementor passes by. I've begun to develop a sense for when they are near, I know even when they pass on the floor above. I don't think I have a happy memory left for them to take. It is nearly impossible to sleep here, the floor is hard and cold as I've mentioned, and the screams and ramblings of the mad never stop. Thankfully I've held on to a bit of my sanity in this place. When I do fall asleep it is plagued with nightmares, dementors can reach those as well. I live a nightmare. Well I guess you're wondering who I am, and what I've done to have myself sent to this place. Well I tell you I did nothing I have been wrongfully accused, but no one believes me and everyone has abandoned me, those who had thought were my friends turned their backs and helped to sentence be to this horror. As for who I am.

I am...

A/N Hehehe, can you guess who it is.I have a few ideas as to who I make it. Tell me what you think please.