Hearken! Hear my tale. Some would say that my time here has unhinged me, but what
do they know? They are but fools; blundering about without a clue of what is
happening to hundreds, perhaps thousands, of their fellow human beings. Why, you ask,
WHY did they put us here? It is simple--we are criminals, some sent here without
a fair trial, and most sent here without a trial.
I am not saying that all of the prisoners here are innocent of their crimes that
they have been accused of. Oh, no, I am accusing they who put me here, they who have
driven so many to maddness. Fools! They, they cannot stay here for more than an
hour, they cannot stand a place so gloomy, so depressing, for long.
Why, then, you ask, WHY do they place us here?
We have made mistakes, we know it. This is no reason to put us in a place where
we become depressed to the very bosom of our soul. It is no less than murder-- they
do not even know for sure that we are guilty.
I beg of you, take action now--please, get me out of here. Oh, in the name of
Godric Gryffindor, free us. Let us out--oh, unfairness! Oh despair! I swear to you,
the world should be a better place than this.
-Albus Dumbledore

(Written during his time in Azkaban, 1893)
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