I had no idea what the prophecy meant by 'She stands by a desired frame' until it happened. After dinner everyone went to bed, except me. I just couldn't fall asleep. Sure there were rules against it, but I just couldn't resist. I crept down the hall. When I reached the end of the hallway, I saw a mirror. It seemed like an ordinary mirror. Until I looked inside. I saw myself in the reflection, but I was wearing a Slytherin uniform. I couldn't admit it, but for some reason, I just didn't feel like a Ravenclaw. I felt like a Slytherin. This mirror showed me what I desired. Suddenly, it all clicked. The next three lines of the prophecy made sense. The sorting hat put me in the wrong house, just like the prophecy said. I was supposed to be a Slytherin. The prophecy was starting to make sense. 'When she comes, I proclaim, the sorting hat not the same, withered, confused, in its old fame, she stands by a desired frame. Sorted into fate unfit, too much pride, lack of wit.' I turned around, and right in front of me, was Dumbledore himself. Before I could say anything he smiled. " I see you've found The Mirror Of Erised." He said. "It shows you your greatest desire. I must warn you, I will move it tonight, promise me you will not look for it.?" "I promise." I agreed. I was glad I had figured out three more lines of the prophesy. But at the same time there were still two lines left. Both of which were unnerving. 'Too much pressure to face it all, Helps the Dark Lord, stops his fall.' Who is this Dark Lord, and why would I help him?
