At the bottom of the lake
Where the sun doesn't shine,
Among the many weeds
And between the slime,
You can find... someone.
Story Notes:I was inspired by reading the title and summary of The Black Lake by mahogany_wand. I only read that poem after writing this, though...
J K Rowling is god. She owns Hogwarts and the lake that lies on its grounds, and the entire Harry Potter universe. And while she doesn't own me, she pwns me.