The Hammer Falls by HankyPanky

Dark!Harry, Necromancer!Harry, Unspeakables.

Cold. Filth. Darkness. These andmore greeted the boy in cell 054 every waking moments of his miserable existence. Moans, groans, and the occasional scream permeated the usual deafening silence of the sinister corridors. Black hooded figures moved back and forth on a regular basis, bringing its chilly air that took away all independent thoughts in the already disoriented minds of the dwellers in the shadows. Azkaban. The frosty hell on the surface of the world. The most ominous place one would most likely think of. The home of the degenerates, the shame of society; the most feared and evil. Blinking, the boy rose from his slumped position on the freezing floor. Green eyes seemed half-asleep, although sleep was one of the most distant actions he could perform in such a place, scoured the grimy four walls of his home, as if reminding him of the reality he had been junked into. It had all seemed so far away, like a dream, a past life so hazy that he could no longer fully grasp and evoke ...