Disclaimer: Of course I don't own anything in this story. It's JKR's. Well, I own the plot (except for a few which are almost completely not mine), the room, and the surveillance equipment used to film the records, so BEWARE! Actually, now that I think about it, I don't own all those wonderful things. I co-own them. My sister and I layed the ground work for this, so I own HALF of everything I said I owned. Hmph.

Author's Note: As I said above, I share this with my sister. We actually have a pretty long plan for this, but whether or not it'll ever all get written, I have no idea. Hope you enjoy, there is absolutely NOTHING serious about this story! Aren't you glad? hehe. Anyway, presenting now to you...

Hogwarts Room of Records

Discovery of a Few Lifetimes

"We've got to hide from Filch!" Hermione exclaimed, dashing into a dungeon hallway. Ron and Harry quickly followed. Hermione spied a solitary door at the end of the hallway, which fortunately was unlocked. She burst in, followed by Harry and Ron. They heard Filch thunder by, clearly not noticing the room.

"Where are we at?" Ron asked.

"The dungeons," Harry replied, slapping Ron on the forehead. Ron shot him a dirty look. Harry was about to say something more, when Hermione stopped him.

"I've heard of this room, but it's supposed to only be a legend!" Hermione shrieked with happiness.

"That's nice, 'Mione," Ron said, glaring at Harry.

"Don't you realize where we're at?" Hermione asked, amazed.

"Yeah, THE DUNGEONS!" Harry exclaimed.

"No, Harry," Hermione said impatiently.

"Yes, Hermione," Harry countered. "The sub-levels of this school, where we are currently located, just happen to be called DUNGEONS! Would you like me to spell it?"

"Wait, I would!" Ron said, frantically looking for something. He pulled a small book and quill out of his robes, looking triumphant. "I was trying to write in my diary about Snape's class, in the dungeons, but forgot how to spell it!"

Hermione ignored him. "We're in the Room of Records!"

"That's fine," Harry said. "As long as one of you will admit these are also the dungeons! Wait," He glanced at Ron. "What's the Room of Records?"

"It's only one of the most protected rooms in the entire castle! Do you know how honored I feel to be able to be in here?" Hermione said dreamily.

"You know, I'm glad you always explain yourself so well," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "It really helps when you're talking about stuff we've never heard of."

"Well, if you would read Hogwarts, A History," Hermione said, exasperated.

"Why would we want to do that?" Harry asked. "It saves time if we just ask you. That way, we can go play quidditch, while you read. When we have a question, we can come to you instead of the library!" Seeing the look of anger on Hermione's face, he added, "Especially since you're so much nicer!" Hermione smirked.

"Thank you, Harry," she said, sarcastically. "Being told I'm nicer than a bunch of dusty old books has just made my day!" She rolled her eyes.

"Your welcome," Harry said, missing the sarcasm. Hermione punched him in the arm.

While he was whimpering, she explained the room. "Everything that has ever happened in a magical establishment is recorded right here in this room. We can look at any of them. Well, anything before 1910 on, because before that, there were no magical surveillance systems. We can look at all kinds of history!"

Ron and Harry finally looked around. The room was full of what looked like muggle file cabinets. There were some file folders sitting on top. A screen, like what comes with projectors, hung on the back wall.

"How does this work?" Ron asked Hermione.

"How should I know?" Hermione retorted.

"You are the one who has read Hogwarts, A History half a million times," Harry pointed out.

"…Oh," Hermione said blankly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Let's just pick one." He picked up a folder from the file cabinet labeled '1995.' He opened the folders, and saw what looked like a bunch of shrunken CD's. "How are these supposed to work?"

"Oh honestly," Hermione said, grabbing the folder and picking a shrunken CD-like thing up at random. "These are called DVD's. They're really becoming popular in the muggle world. I bet in a few years, movies won't even be released on VHS anymore. You just return it to regular size, and put it in the DVD player." She did, and a very…disturbing image came up on the screen.

It was one from Hagrid's cabin, only he wasn't alone. Madame Maxine was there, and they weren't exactly behaving platonically.

"Ew!" Ron exclaimed. He was about to 'Scourgify his eyes, but Harry stopped him.

"That will make you blind, dude," Harry pointed out. "Do you want the last images you ever see to be that?" Ron paled, and dropped his wand on the floor.

"Oh, look," Hermione said, pointing to a different file cabinet, labeled '1976.' Luckily, she had enough sense to turn off the DVD player that was acting as a projector. "Harry, this would be about the time your parents were in school!"

Harry and Ron instantly stopped fighting about the possibilities of using the cleaning spell as a weapon and came over to look. "Wow!" Harry exclaimed, and he reached in to grab a folder, not checking what it was labeled. Unfortunately, it was one for 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Let's watch!" Ron exclaimed, un-shrinking a disc and putting it in, although not without problems. The trio sat down to watch as the movie began…

TBC

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