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A.N: Right people since you've all been moaning about it not being long enough well now I'm gonna combine a few days together in one chapter. Now don't moan!!

August 17th

He didn't move for a long time, I looked at him and thought weather that kind of beating was regular for the prisoners of Azkaban. I then realised that these people had been put in Azkaban for acts of "abuse to human rights" so the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be that hypocritical and commit this crime in the prisons. Just because they are prisoners doesn't mean they don't have rights. I didn't really care as these people in Azkaban (bar me) had committed terrible crimes.

I looked at my clothes and realised that they were seriously dirty and frankly I wreaked. I was growing a beard and my hair was quite long. I knew it would be a lot longer soon, so again I didn't care.

Soon everybody was awake, but I heard a lot of commotion coming from down the corridor. I pressed myself against the bars of my cell and tried to look round the corner but I couldn't see. I then heard a male voice from near where all the commotion was yell.

'HE'S DEAD!!!!' when he shouted it didn't sound as though he was sad, he sounded as though he was glad. I heard the sound of a prison cell opening and the being shut again. Then two Dementors then walked down the corridor carrying a stretcher. The figure on it was a woman that I recognised as the Nurse that had killed many people in St Mungo's Hospital. She had a wound on her temple, it looked like she had hit her head so hard against one of the bars on her cell it had killed her. I wondered why she hadn't just stopped eating that would have been much more painless, but maybe she had been so desperate she did it like that. I wondered who would take her place in Azkaban as there was a long waiting list for Azkaban, the ones that were kept waiting were put in the Knowtall Prison in London. It wasn't half as bad as Azkaban, there were no Dementors and they gave you recognisable food. I got into Azkaban straight away as I was dubbed "unstable to stay anywhere but Azkaban" by non other that Bartemis Crouch senior I didn't know what he was on because they couldn't prove I was guilty without giving me a trial. I wondered what was going to happen to him, I really hoped he would be ruined and humiliated by the whole wizarding world. He had already been disgraced by his "family", so I doubted he would get Minister of Magic.

The food didn't arrive that day, I knew the Dementors liked us much better dead so they all flocked to the "funeral".

The day was a pretty normal one until the evening when the new prisoner was brought in. I didn't recognise him but as he was being dragged past my cell, he looked at me square in the eyes and spat on me. I didn't expect this kind of greeting. But as I saw him from behind I knew who it was it was he had been in the news a lot before I was sent to Azkaban. He was a psycho killer from America. He had put the Imperius curse on his brother and had mad him kill his family and himself then he had gone on a killing rampage and had murdered 123 muggles and 44 Wizards and Witches. I wondered why he was being brought in ahead Voldemorts followers. It was probably because they were still all denying it and having "fair trials". Of course the Ministry would take any of the crap they came out with. Even if they said a rock had told them to murder all those innocent people they would have believed it and given them jobs and let them start a new life. I wished I was one of them but then again I didn't I wanted to be free but I didn't want to be a lying, murdering scum bag. I didn't mind being who I was just where I was annoys me. I lent against the wall and drifted to sleep.

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Everybody again this isn't that short and don't complain about the length just about other things. NOW REVIEW! hahaha