"When I was in Azkaban, I felt something in me snap. It wasn’t immediate. It happened over time. One day, I felt like myself. I was angry and remorseful. I wanted out. I never believed I belonged there, but the longer I was there, the thoughts shifted. I realized I deserved the punishment, for however long it continued. Azkaban started to feel like the home I deserved. And when I accepted that, I began losing the bits and pieces that always made me, me.