Harry froze, the empty sleeve held precariously in his finger tips, as he realised he was listening to a performance from another life. Carefully, he put the record sleeve back, and peaked gingerly at the other records in the storage unit. There were a series of song names Harry didn’t recognise at all, but all were followed with the words, "Performed by Astoria Malfoy’. It felt almost torturous, and he wondered, not for the first time, if the Room had some kind of intuition as to what they needed, beyond what they asked for. And if it did, was it the Room who thought Draco needed this, or was it Draco asking for a reminder of his wife. Though, Harry supposed, he hadn’t asked for Hector.