I'm a bit rusty at this, but I love this idea of an hp poetry jam too much not to give it a go. So here's just a short little offering.
Title: Grasp
Author: Lola
Character POV: Draco
Rating/Warning: Non explicit, set in HBP
Grasp
In this empty room,
this hollow room,
this absence of a room,
you won't be able to find me.
Here I'll stay,
towering above and far away from all of you,
out of your grasp.
Betrayers.
Not that I ever thought any of you were friends.
Not that I ever thought anything of you.
I always knew I was better.
Now it's just me and the smell of wood and stone in this endless little room,
a world away from all of you.
By all means,
go on with your lives,
gossip and eat and look at me and wonder what happened,
remember how it used to be.
But only give me a passing thought, please,
because you'll find out eventually.
I am more than a passing thought.
I'm the one that will bring you all down.