I walked through the Hogwarts halls.
I was pretty sure that I was lost. There was no one to be seen. No prefects, no
ghosts. I was starting to get really scared, but just then I saw a door. I heaved
a sigh of relief and pushed the enormous, dome-shaped door open. The room was
empty except for an old mirror. I knew immediately
what it was: The Mirror of Erised (desire). I had always wanted to look into
it, I knew it was bad but how bad could it be? In this way my curiosity took over
my will power. I walked up to it and after seeing my heart’s reflection, I froze
and thought to myself, “Some dreams are just not meant to be seen.”
