The Original Wizard; MOD!HP x TVD

Prologue

It started with the world ending.

Which apparently wasn't anything new for Harry James Potter. All his endings became new beginnings and frankly he was tired of it.

Die, wake up. Die, wake up. Die, wake up. Over and over until he'd been driven so insane he became sane again because sanity seemed like the really insane option.

His grip on reality was in tatters, and perhaps that was why he hadn't thought to step through the Veil of Death.

It was an obvious option, and Harry was surprised he hadn't thought of it sooner.

It wasn't until all the oil ran out and the muggles had destroyed themselves with their guns and their bombs while the magical community sat by and watched.

The surviving muggles were brought in as new breeding stock for what was now a huge community of magical folk. It was inhumane, but Harry had long ago forgotten how it was to feel outrage for something so clearly wrong.

It wasn't until he had visited the old Ministry's building that he remembered the Veil of Death.

In being resurrected via the stone, having the cloak, and having had the elder wand at one point, Harry had become the Master of Death.

Death was now a silent and ever present companion for Harry, and each time he died he was able to converse with the being.

Honestly, Harry half expected to walk through the Veil only to greet Death again and be sent back, but something much different had happened.

Rather than being greeted by Death, he woke up in a field where he felt a large magical scar beneath him. The magic in the air was angry and it was much different than what he recalled Magic feeling like.

He got up, groaning softly as he brushed his clothes free of debris.

Harry was well aware that whatever place he was in now, he was no longer in the same place he had been before. The air was too clean—though it still had the stink of "modern" civilization on the air—and nonradioactive to be from his world. As he recalled, the only clean air was near magical encampments and just from looking around he could see that everything was painfully muggle.

Harry patted at his pockets, grunting as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lifted one to his mouth. He focused on the end of the cigarette and inhaled when it finally lit. At least his magic still worked, that was a relief.

Apparently going through the Veil didn't actually kill him, and instead had brought him somewhere new and unfamiliar.

As Harry wandered he stumbled across a sign, his head tilting slightly as he read the name of the town he was now in.

"Mystic Falls? It practically stinks of magic." Harry sighed before turning back around, heading back into the town.

He checked his mokeskin pouch, happy to find plenty of money still in it. He just needed to set himself up in a new place and figure out exactly where he was and how different this world was from his own.