Harry Potter reacts to stuff (bbc merlin x nutcracker x narnia etc)

how it began

Intro: Hi!!! I Know that the summary is confusing but I suck at summaries so yeah sorry. Lady magic is inspired by clara from the nutcracker and the four realms, I'll change it a bit of course but the main idea & the adventure is that. The founders refer to the pevensies from narnia. i refuse to hear any different . If harry acts smarter or better well I love harry, he's my fav character and I feel that he's underrated so I'm making him better? anyways i hope u enjoy this story!! happy reading

ps: I apologize for any grammar/ silly mistakes i'm not even in highschool yet lmao.

pps: I'll try to update at least once a week. I have school so that's a factor that's holding me back

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Harry Potter is bored. This is very odd since Harry's life is basically fate's chew toy but well anything can happen honestly.

Harry sighed for the millionth time. He'd thought that when the advanced guard dragged him to Grimmauld Place, it wouldn't have been boring but apparently, it is. In fact, he was more bored now then when he was at the Dursleys. Which is saying something considering he's in a magic house filled with wizards. 

Vague chatter interrupted his thoughts and he looked down, where the floor was. It is also where the Order of the Pheonix is currently having a meeting.

Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance, it's not fair. Why can't he join the meeting?

Apparently because Dumbledore said so.

Don't get me wrong, usually Harry loves Dumbledore, he's his role model but, throughout the last month, he's been- well- a- basically the core of Harry's annoyance and anger. 

With a loud groan, Harry threw himself out of the bed and strolled out of Sirius's room to head to his trunk to see if he has anything remotely interesting.

He unlocked his trunk and dug through various clothing, books and every other thing a typical male teenage wizard keeps in his trunk. 

After a while, he realized that he emptied his trunk and groaned once again at the thought of cleaning it all up.

"At least now I have something to do." Harry muttered sourly.

With heavy reluctance, he began picking up his various belongings and stuffing them neatly in his trunk.

He was almost done when he noticed a small bag hiding under his bed. He frowned a bit and picked the bag up and sat it on his lap. It didn't take long to realize something is inside the bag. However, he didn't open it, let's just say- experience taught him this.

He inspected said bag wondering who's it is and why is it here. Well, that is until he realized it was his.

Harry still wore a frown on his face though, because this was his bag that he used for PE back when he was in his Muggle primary school and he definitely did not recall bringing it with him.

Harry finally decided to open the bag after some moments of hesitation, it's his bag anyways.

He rummaged through the bag, finding a book. It didn't look special or anything, It was just a simple leather, brown book. 

He flipped it and saw "owned by Harry Potter" engraved on the back. 

On the spur of the moment, memories, long gone, began flashing through his head. Yet, It wasn't unpleasant, it was almost... dare he say familiar. As if from a dream.

Had anyone come in at that time or for the next 5 minutes, they would've encountered a truly odd sight. Harry Potter, staring into oblivion, holding a book, twitching, while his eyes flashes gold every now and then is not something you see everyday.