When a gramophone came into view, a record spinning under its needle, Harry thought he might have found what he wanted after-all. Turning around a tight corner into the very back of the shop, Harry was greeted by a tight nook, made even tighter by the floor to ceiling shelves on each wall, and the four containers in the centre of the space, all of which were full to the brim with records - some big, some small, and the odd one that was barely bigger than the palm of Harry’s hand. Feeling more than a little overwhelmed, Harry stepped forward, determined to find at least one record he recognised. Five minutes later, and he hadn’t come even remotely close to finding a record he recognised the name of, and suddenly, he could barely remember the names of any of the music that had been in the Room of Requirement.  