I'm not normally great at drabble so please review and tell me what you think.
The screaming raged in his ears like a train plowing into his scull but Harry heard none of it, his world being drowned out by the sound of a single scream. Over and over again he heard his mother beg to take her instead of him and over and over again Harry heard her die.
One day that's all he was supposed to get through but without a wand he had no protection against the dark creatures that affected him more than anyone else who had slunk into Azkaban prison. There was no break, no escape. Even the guards sliding food through the bars of his sell were taken aback by his silent screams, a never ending pain that had stolen his voice mere hours after he was dragged from the boat onto the island.
Only after twelve hours did his body slack, unmoving, barely breathing and cold as ice. His green eyes that had once been bright emeralds shining with courage were now dull and lifeless, barely recognizable above the dark sleepless bags.
A Crusio can drive even the strongest of wizards mad. It could take minutes or it could take hours. A dementor however took years to steal your sanity. No one at the ministry thought it a mistake to imprison harry a day before his trial for underage magic. They would look at it smugly until the unresponsive corpse of Harry potter, stuck forever in the moments of his mother's demise, was dragged from his sell and tossed into a boat, heading for shore.