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Welcome to Azkaban ;-) Here you will find numerous excerpts and descriptions of Azkaban and the Dementors taken from Book 3. If you would like to contribute more information to this section you can do so by sending an e-mail here.
 

-Sirius Black was the first person to ever escape from Azkaban. 

-“If [Black] weren’t [mad] when he went to Azkaban, he will be now,” said Ern in his low voice. “I’d blow myself up before I set foot in that place.” 

-“Never been a breakout from Azkaban before, ‘as there, Ern? Beats me ‘ow ‘e did it. Frightenin’ eh? Mind, I don’t fancy ‘is chance against them Azkaban guards, eh, Ern?”
Ernie suddenly shivered.
“Talk about summat else, Stan, there’s a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles.”

-Harry didn’t know anything about the wizard prison, though everyone he’d heard speak of it did so in the same fearful tone. Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had spent two months there only last year. Harry wouldn’t soon forget the look of terror on Hagrid’s face when he had been told where he was going, and Hagrid was one of the bravest people Harry knew.

-Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the shivering flames in Lupin’s hand, was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood. Harry’s eyes darted downward, and what he saw made his stomach contract. There was a hand protruding from the cloak and it was glistening, grayish, slimy-looking, and scabbed, like something dead that had decayed in water….
    But it was visible for only a split second. As though the creature beneath cloak sensed Harry’s gaze, the hand was suddenly withdrawn into the folds of its black cloak.
    And then the thing beneath the cloak, whatever it was, drew a long, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings.
    An intense cold swept over them all. Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest. The cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his chest, it was inside his very heart….
    Harry’s eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn’t see. He was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder….
    And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, he tried to move his arms, but couldn’t…a thick white fog was swirling around him, inside him—

-“It was as someone had lit a fire in my head, and the dementors couldn’t destroy it…. It wasn’t a happy feeling…it was an obsession…but it gave me strength, it cleared my mind. So, one night when they opened my door to bring food, I slipped past them as a dog…. It’s so much harder for them to sense animal emotions that they were confused…I was thin, very thin…thin enough to slip through the bars…. I swam as a dog back to the mainland…. I journeyed north and slipped into the Hogwarts grounds as a dog.”