Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer. It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its manewas spread pearly-white on the dark leaves... Then out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Malfoy, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animals side, and began to drink its blood. -Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone by J.K. Rowling US version P.255 This is a scene that has always stuck out in my imagination, Harry looking out across a clearing at Voldemort and the dead unicorn. Done in watercolor and colored pencil.