Harry woke up at about eleven the next morning to the surprising smell of bacon. He opened his eyes, and didn't see Dobby anywhere. Could last night have been a dream? Maybe he hadn't been the subject of rare protection at the hands of Petunia or the new employer of his house-elf friend. The Summer looked for a second like it was going to take a turn for the better, but it seemed as though Harry was just having silly dreams last night. Maybe Uncle Vernon had just knocked him out with that first punch and he had imagined the rest.
He got up and tried to follow the smell of bacon downstairs. It was peculiar for the Dursleys to have already started breakfast on a day that Harry was there; he was always the one who cooked meals. However, the smell abruptly stopped when Harry reached the hallway. He went back in his room, and the good smell returned. He walked past the doorways in his room leading his bathroom and kitchen and sat on his bed, confused. Then he looked up. He had a bathroom and kitchen in his room?
Harry got up and went straight to the kitchen. There the bacon smell was stronger, and he could see why as Dobby the house-elf was busy cooking eggs, pancakes, and bacon for him while standing on a stool. Harry was dumbstruck. He was standing in a kitchen almost as big as the one downstairs, with a large fridge and stove-top oven, and it led to a fantastic dining room with a table set for one person.
"Dobby!" He yelled to get the elf's attention. The house elf looked up and just turned his neck to speak while still working frantically on the three breakfast items.
"Harry Potter is awake! Dobby is making Harry Potter breakfast!"
"Dobby, what happened to my room? Why does it now have a kitchen and bathroom?" He had to pry Dobby's fingers off of spatula to take over flipping pancakes, but managed it.
"Dobby added rooms to your bedroom, sir! He knows how horrible those Dursies are to Harry Potter and now there is no needing to leave the room!"
"Dobby, this is brilliant. Just brilliant." Harry couldn't help but smile. He would have gladly given Dobby a two hundred percent raise for this. "But, how did you add rooms?"
"Elves have great magic, Harry Potter!" Dobby exclaimed as he fixed Harry a plate of bacon and eggs, to which Harry added a stack of pancakes. He took the plate to the table and bowed. "We is able to do things many wizards is not able to do, but we is limited by bad wizards who is forbidding elves to do lots of magic." Dobby snapped his fingers, and ketchup, syrup, salt, and pepper appeared on the table.
Harry walked over to the table and sat down. He started to eat savagely and reveled in how delicious everything was. He did feel a bit uncomfortable with Dobby simply watching him eating, however. "Um, Dobby, aren't you hungry? I want you to be able to eat anything you want while you're here. You're cooking; you should be able to eat as much as I should."
After many attempts to refuse food, Dobby finally conceded, and the two of them ate breakfast as equals.
After breakfast, Harry took a shower in his new bathroom while Dobby did the dishes. When he got back into his bedroom, he noticed a large owl sitting impatiently on his dresser, an envelope attached to it. Hedwig was in her cage going crazy over the presence of another owl, and a non-caged one at that. After letting Hedwig out to fly and apologizing profusely for forgetting to let her out the previous night, Harry untied the envelope from the other owl's leg. It flew out the window, Hedwig making sure that it got far away.
Harry looked at the envelope, and groaned as he saw that it was from the Ministry. He unfolded it and read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received intelligence that several spells were performed at your place of residence, Number 4 Privet Drive, earlier this morning. The spells were as follows:
