Harry spent the rest of the morning reading the book in the strange language in the library and, when lunchtime rolled around, simply asked for food as he had for breakfast and vanished whatever was left over. When it was once again time for bed, the child decided that he was tired of waking and thought in the language of magic "take me to my room please". His magic complied and he soon found himself wrapped up in the warm covers of his own bed.
When Harry awoke, it was to a very irate Tory looming over him shouting about something Harry had neglected to do the day before. Confused and terrified, the four-year-old thought again "please let him forget about me!" And, once again, his magic complied. Tory stopped abruptly blinking several times and looking around as though he did not remember the reason for being there. He gazed over Harry with unseeing eyes and with a shrug, turned on the spot and disappeared to wherever he had come from. Harry, in his young mind, somehow understood this to mean that he was now more alone than he ever had been before but that that was not necessarily a bad thing. He now had the freedom to go wherever he wanted and go wherever he wanted and there was no one to stop him and drag him back to his nursery.
Speaking of nurseries, Harry glanced around himself and decided that he was really far to old to live in a place like this, with big blue elephants and purple kangaroos painted all over the pale yellow walls. I mean seriously! He was four years old! That practically made him a grown-up right? With this thought in mind, Harry set off, silent and invisible, through the house in search of a better place to live.
Naturally, his short toddler legs took him to the place his was most familiar with...the library. Looking around, Harry noticed that there was a small alcove above one of the shelves that he had not seen before. Moving closer, he saw a ladder leaning against the front of the shelf. Curious, the child climbed the ladder and stepped onto the platform at the top. What he found was a small wooden door with a heavy brass knob. Hesitantly, Harry reached for and turned the knob and was met with only darkness beyond. Thinking a short lumos, he stepped into the now blue-lit room and saw a cozy little space with dark wooden walls and a plank floor. In all, it was perhaps ten by ten with a seven-foot ceiling but to the four-year-old, it was heaven. A place that fit him to a tea and one which he could finally call his own.
Delighted, Harry set about making it more livable. He started searching the house for furniture and made due with what he found. Discovering a cot in a forgotten closet, he teleported it to a corner of his new room, covering it with the warm blanket he had been using for the past four years. With a thought, he transferred his few possessions from the nursery into his new residence and began setting them up to make himself more comfortable.
As soon as he was satisfied with his new home, the child climbed back down the ladder, making sure to cast a silent yet powerful notice-me-not charm on the door. Harry then again walked along the shelves wondering which book he would read next.