Led by the dementor to azkaban

"[He was] a boy in his late teens, who looked nothing short of petrified. He was shivering, his straw-coloured hair all over his face, his freckled skin milk-white. The wispy witch beside Crouch began to rock bawards and forwards in her seat whimpering into her handkerchief...
The crowd around the wall began to clap, their faces full of savage triumph. The boy began to scream.
'No! Mother, no! I didn't do it, I didn't do it. I didn't know! Don't send me there, don't let him!'....
The boy was trying to fight the Demntors off eben though Harry could see their cold, draining power starting to affect him...
'I'm your son! he screamed up at Crouch. 'I'm your son!'
'You are no son of mine!' bellowed Mr. Crouch, his eyes bulging suddenly. 'I have no son!'"
(Goblet of Fire, UK version. Excerpts from pgs 516-18)


I really like it, but this piece is a testament to what I suck at: Perspective and straight lines. I don't know why, but I can't draw a straight line to save my life. I have a ruler and a flat surface, and I STILL manage to mess up. It's impossible for me to trim my own pieces since I can't even draw the cutting line, much less cut the paper straight (even with a paper cutter...)