Harry looked to the bottom of the ice cold lake. There lay the sword of Gryffindor, glinting innocently in the moonlight.
He knew what he had to do.
Ron walked to the edge of the now frozen lake in confusion. "What are you doing?"
Harry looked up from the large hole he had made in the ice. "Huh?" Was his eloquent reply before realizing Ron had asked a question. "Oh, I'm just fishing for ancient relics, priceless talismans, goblets, a horcrux if I'm lucky." Harry glanced back at the hole and the almost cartoon like fishing pole in his hands with a concentrated gaze before looking back at his returning friend. Almost as an afterthought, he added, "But all I've gotten so far are fish."