Still own by J.K Rowling;
Azkaban
If I could paint a picture of what Azkaban is I paint it full of light, odd for such a dark place there was so much natural light that filter in. Only when the daily Demetors came round was it dark. It was very depressive the light of freedom huge in our face out of reach forever for some of us. Light as well as freedom is a object that can never been held or trap by magic or otherwise it is pure and a god given right which wizard seems too now dictated.
For Wizards there seems to be no more freedom now a days trap in a dark shadowy world where you always keep secrets and hide like your a shame of your powers. First you don't knowdess it then it hits you one day how you seem to crawl from one place to the other alone and always hiding. The cavernous Minister of magic for an example, in the dark bowels of London or even the streets crunch up between building forsaken by growing muggles.
Where from birth you are made proud of your natural talent but in the same sentence become part of a cabal. Then from your parents house your escorted to a huge building, at last Hogwarts where it gives you the impression of freedom but it's just a lovely prison where your hidden and walked outside ever once in a while.
For those muggle born they have a freedom for just couple of years which gives them an access pass, they can play out side in front of cars and shop in huge builds with large handsome store fronts. What ever a Muggle can do they do with out a second thought of who sees them. They take for granted being alive being safe to wander the streets; while we must learn to fight off magic they get a one-way ticket of peace. Think about it when The Dark Lord ran the scene ever wizard feared going out but life when on for Muggles. They came first when there was an attack while Wizards came in second as well as their families. Yes, it was partly my fault there was attacks in the first place but there wasn't just Death eaters even-dark Wizard and Witch since the last couple hundred years.
They don't see us since they don't hide if you haven't had to hide all your like you don't look for what know not of. We are invisible to them. This is why I hated them this is why I when to Azkaban, was it smart of course not. But for the time being it made the shame go away it was a "hey I'm here look at me" "Paid attention we're real".
That's what made The Dark Lord so powerfully he showed us how to acknowledge our self's he stood up for us when the world had forgotten to fear magic. Just him a powerful Wizard telling us to let Muggle see us to remember the fear they had not the fairy tale we had become was freedom. He gave what we really needed not the purification of bloods but the power of what was natural ours what Muggles had taken for granted what muggle born where allowed but not us.
There are a lot of myths about Azkaban yes the Demetour ran round but due to your sentence they only visit you on schedule. For thief you saw them once a week, robbery was twice but for Death eaters it was every other day.
Mine was a twenty minutes before lunch on every other day started Monday. My first time I'd scream till my throat when raw, I blacked out came to later on they held off the next time for me to heal. I learn some thing about it the more still you go in the quicker and faster it got. They do enough to drain my powers and I gave them that just to get it over with.
If you where bad or acted out you got an extra one perhaps five minutes but good enough. Bellatrix was infamous for getting the suckers as we called them, She'd fight them, as they would drag her out of the cell and down to the Demetours room. She tries to scratch them and called them filthy names like "muggle nuts" "limp wands" even the guards had to laugh at her. It was the only fun she found she even said she got use to the Demetours after a while and on hot days would be a relief.
But it was a thing of dread ever time we heard the staff whisper "D.D." Demetour detention. We go quite as they would cart the person off. In chains between to guards some times even four, we'd go silent for them the only respect we ever showed knowing it wasn't an easy thing. Even the hardest of us would crack, wimpier and cry while those meek before would show a moment of bravery.
It was a personal experience for us all they found and brought out your inner demons. If you had a bad child hood they brought you back to it you'd feel helpless once again. If you where abused or alone you feel that again with all your heartache on display. Some times prisoners would come back talking like a child "No, no don't leave me daddy." Some couldn't take one visits with the Demetours and go insane others like us could take years of it.
Even after my first stay I couldn't stand to be around the Demetours when I when back in serves for The Dark Lord. I hated seeing them around and made excuses to pardon myself when ever possible.
In Azkaban D.D made us all equal.