You're a Wizard Courier!

by Angel Arcano92

The Courier was someone used to bizarre things happening to him, after all, it was part of the job, though nothing could have prepared him to be transported to some so-called magic school where he is now forced to compete in some tournament if he against his will and people either treat him as a messiah or some mongrel begging to be put down. Well at least this isn't boring

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 01: We aren't in Kansas anymore

Disclaimer: Neither Fallout New Vegas or Harry Potter belong to me.

The first thing that The Courier noticed once the light die out was that he wasn't in that Missile Silo in which he killed that angsty asshole Ulysses but in some kind of castle full of brats (which was ironical for him call them that when he was only 19 years old) which in itself while strange wasn't in the top 10 of weird things that happened to him after that fatidical night in which that asshole Benny shoot him twice in the head and buried him alive.

The second one was that everybody and their mother was looking at him like he was some kind of carnival attraction which was beginning to piss him off "The fuck you're looking at faggots!?" he rudely said at the present people making them flinch and look away.

He smirked at that. Good, he still got it.

But he was interrupted from his musings when someone asked him a question that made all the alarms in his head go wild "Excuse me young man but are you, Harry Potter?" At that question, the courier turned and faced the one who asked that question.

But he was surprised to say at least because the man looked like Gandalf after taking too many drugs. "And who are you to ask that? Because generally the ones who ask that try to screw me over and that never end well for them" asked the courier with a cold tone of voice that leaves no run to misunderstanding if he didn't get an answer.

He would kill him and anybody who tried to stop him.

The man didn't flinch at the casual treat and answered with a grandfatherly smile at the young man. "My Name is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of this School and you boy have been chosen to participate in the Triwizard tournament between the three magic schools of Europe as one of their champions"

The Courier scoffed at those words. "Yeah, magic and next are you going to tell me that Santa Claus and the Easter bunny are real" Snarked the Demon of the Mojave at Dumbledore because while he saw a lot of crazy shit in the wasteland magic certainly wasn't one of them.

Dumbledore only pulled out his wand and transformed a nearby furniture in a magnificent statue of a phoenix "Are you convinced now my boy?" the courier nodded numbly at that demonstration though he quickly recovers.

"Yeah, I am but how the hell did you know my name what the fuck is the Triwizard Tournament and most importantly how in hell I ended here?" Asked Harry interested, after all, he didn't know why he was in this situation.

"Of course, now if you follow me to my office so I can explain you the situation better Mr. Potter I would be grateful," said Dumbledore to the courier who accepted his suggestion and went with the old headmaster office followed by the other headmasters and ministry officers.

/20 minutes later in Dumbledore Office/

Harry took a seat in front of Dumbledore desk and couldn't help but notice that the chairs arrangement was in a way that faced his own seat, a common tactic during interrogations. He smiled arrogantly at that. As if something so small and pathetic would cower him he would have been dead a long time ago.

So with all smugness, he could muster he rearranged his position to look as bored and relaxed as possible while wearing as the slight condescending smirk on his face.

"I suppose that you must have some questions about your current situation Mr. Potter?" Said Dumbledore to Harry who snorted and replied without changing his expression.

"Sure bet old man like for example where in hell am I, how I ended here, what did you mean that I am part of a tournament and more importantly how do you know my name?" asked Harry amicably, though the cold glint of his eyes didn't leave any doubt that if someone did something stupid he would attack them.

Dumbledore catches that and decided to be forthcoming with him about it to stop the possible fight for happening "You're in Hogwarts the magic school of the United Kingdom and you have been somehow selected to participate as the fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament between the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang Magic Academies"

"And for how I know your name well I know your parents and I can say that I am happy to see that you're alive and well Mr. Potter because after Voldemort attack on your family you disappeared without a trace and we thought you were dead" at those words Harry couldn't help but smile sincerely for once in the meeting.

"Well this is certainly a good new if there is any, I always thought that I was discarded by my parents like many other kids in the wasteland" Commented Harry to no one In particular.

Dumbledore store that slip from Harry for later when he could talk with him alone "Though this doesn't answer my question of how I ended from the UK to the USA wasteland or how I became a champion in this pointless dick measuring contest or more importantly how in hell I am back when I was in the middle of the Mojave wasteland" said Harry in all seriousness.

"What do you mean with Wasteland Mr. Potter?" Asked Dumbledore which makes Harry look at him like if he was a moron.

"Are you fucking with me old man? Everybody and their mother know about the Great War and how thanks to it the world is now a radioactive wasteland" answered Harry like if he was talking about some common knowledge.

"I am afraid not my boy because since 1945 there hasn't been any nuke used in any war in the non-magical world" replied Dumbledore surprising Harry who look at him like if he was pulling his leg "though if you need confirmation I highly recommend you to look outside the window" Harry did that and he couldn't help but show once more genuine surprise because the castle grounds weren't in the slightest affected by any form of radiation.

"In which year we are now?" asked with trepidation Harry to Dumbledore.

"It's 2001 young man, though I suppose you must have come from either the future or some parallel world" Harry looked straight in the eyes to the old headmasters and said in a tone that didn't leave room to the contrary.

"Explain everything now" Albus smiled and without losing his gently look answered.

"With pleasure Harry"

And so it begins another road for Harry Potter Courier Six of The Mojave Express and the most dangerous man in the Mojave Wasteland.

AN: And here it is people my first Fallout New Vegas I hope you like it and before anyone says it here Harry won't know a shit ton of spells because he lived most of his life in the Fallout World so at much he will be using is accidental magic because he lived most of his life without using magic.

Here I will use that same plot of Harry living in another world/country though with some changes like for example almost no bashing to Dumbledore and the Potters (Snape and his ilk are free game) and he will stick to his guns and cleverness because as I said before he knows Jack shit about magic.

For Pairings, I don't know though if I should ever put one, though if I do that It won't be either a common one or slash/Yaoi