Life behind the walls of Azkaban

Scratching stones is all I've got,
No bits of fun, no happy laughter,
Eleven years since I forgot,
Since I've felt my last hope shatter.

Now if I think of what I've lost,
My eyes grow dark and lonely,
As I remember that's the cost,
For showing trust when someone's phony.

All I've got is solitude,
My thoughts near dead, my reason gone,
It's cold and sunless where I stand;
A true Dementor's promised land!

I hear them talking all around,
About their God forsaken master,
They laugh about and scream his name,
Locked away in this place of soddin' dark fame.