Harry stared with his mouth open. The last words worried him a little, but his heart was pounding over the first ones.
I have a bedroom?
"You are your godfather's godson," the face continued. "We reached out and pulled you here. You were with Muggles." People who didn't have magic, probably, Harry thought. "You are the future of this family, and you will do us proud."
"Okay," Harry whispered.
"There are no elves in this house. They left long ago. You will have to catch and cook your own food." The face paused as if needing to rest. Its eyelids drooped. But it opened its eyes again, and Harry jumped as it focused on him. "And there is a little money that you can use to spend for some things that you may need, we suppose."
"Magical money?"
"No, it is metal."
That wasn't really what Harry had meant. But since he had no idea where to spend magical money anyway, he just nodded.
"Go downstairs into the garden," the face whispered, its rattly voice starting to fade. "There is a door that will lead you there off the stairs on the ground floor. Find…your destiny. We will speak to you again."
The face melted back into the wooden wall, and Harry turned around and stared at his bedroom again. It was real. It was all his. It was something that he had never even dreamed of.