I normally don't write in the HP universe but I was reading a story
recently about the War that's supposedly coming, and wrote this in
response.
WHEN I COME FOR YOU

When it comes, it won't be like that.
The real evil never is.

It won't be a war with camps and battlefields
Tents, marching, armaments
Attacks and strategy it won't
Be so clean as all that
Little one.

When it comes, you won't even know it.

Your friends will
Fall
Away
Your old rivalries will
Become
Deaths
You think this one or that one is trying to
Protect
You
But they're not.
They're already

Mine.

When it comes it will be like last time
As all evil ever is
Insidious.
Growing in the hearts of men willing to
be led rather than lead willing to
give in, give up,
rather than give
every last breath in your body

Don't doubt I'll take it.

And still there will be no battlefields.
This fight is in the soul.

Go on ahead.
Plan for battles.
Meanwhile, my little dark hands
Will slip into the city and oh there
Will be bloodshed in the very streets
Invisible
You won't see it.

This War you speak of.
You're waiting for it.

But I am the War
And I am not going to wait
And you won't even know I've come
Until you draw yourself up for the first battle
And find it is the last.

And what will you do about it,
Boy who Lived?