Harry knew he only had an hour, but the scenery down in the lake was so beautiful. Peaceful, but teeming with life. He remembered what it had looked like from his time in the triwizard tournament, but he had been in a hurry back then and hadn't had time to really enjoy himself. he knew that he was on a mission of sorts, but he also really wanted to just take in the shimmering beauty that was the depths of the Black Lake. A school of brown trout swam around him and tickled his skin and he let out a bubble filled laugh, smiling from ear to ear as they disappeared in the weeds at the bottom of the lake. he made sure to steer clear of the tall seaweed like strands as he knew grindylows liked to hide in them so they could latch onto their victims with their tentacle like hands and drown them. his body shivered as he remembered the sting of their suckers on his skin. He had almost been killed by a few of them in his fourth year.