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The smooth black surface

Ripples under the sun

On a hot August afternoon

When Hogwarts is having fun.

What lies under its surface?

Except a grindylow or two,

Not including the merpeople

Oh, and the Giant Squid too.

At the bottom of the lake

Where the sun doesn't shine,

Among the many weeds

And between the slime,

You can find... someone.

A skeleton, with stained bones

With the smell of rotted flesh--

A corpse without a gravestone.

The skull, it has high cheekbones

It's worn with time, but it's patent--

The body is not a male, it's a girl

She's Emily, from her bronze pendant.

Who is she? Why does she lie

At the bottom of Hogwarts' lake?

Why does she rot and wear with age

When classes above partake?

I'll tell you why, it's a secret most dark

Why this girl lies here with bones brittle

It's the mark made on Hogwarts by a little boy,

A strapping young lad named Tom Riddle.