This was the scene i attempted to illustrate: And then the source of the light stepped out from behind an oak. It was
a silver white doe, moon-bright and dazzling, picking her way over the ground,
still silent, and leaving no hoofprints in the fine powdering of snow. She
stepped toward him, her beautiful head with its wide, long-lashed eyes held
high.
(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)
