Welcome to "The Further Adventures of Spacetime Sirius," a part of the Missionverse Series.

So what's going on?

In my story "On a Mission from God" (go read it now if you don't want spoilers), Sirius Black fell through the Veil and was greeted by St. Peter who offered him a job travelling the multiverse helping out the forces of good. Sometimes, his interventions are minimal, such as a word of advice or encouragement offered at a critical time. Other times his involvement will be more, maybe even much more. Many times, he will transport one or more people to a parallel universe, either temporarily or permanently.

I call this version Spacetime Sirius in order to distinguish him from other versions of Sirius Black.

Each chapter will be a oneshot (although I may follow up on a chapter or two later, as the mood strikes). FFN doesn't have a way to group related stories into series (some other sites do have this ability) so I'm doing it this way. Longer stories in the Missionverse will be presented as stand-alone stories, while the shorter ones will be placed here.

Chapters will most likely be in anachronic order. In other words, the chapters are not presented in the order that Sirius experiences them. Rather, they will be published in the order that I complete them. (Convenient, isn't it?) Stories will be set in different parallel universes and also in different times.

Supplemental information for this series will be placed on my blog, which is linked on my profile page.

Many chapters will feature Harry and Ginny, but not all of them. For example, I have a Frank and Alice Longbottom chapter in the works, as well as a Marauders chapter.


Story Title: My Angel

Summary: In one world, a grieving widow can't imagine life without her husband. In another, a young boy can't imagine ever being loved. A visit from our friendly universe-hopping Animagus gives them both the miracle they need.

Characters: Spacetime Sirius, Harry, Ginny, Albus Potter, Neville, Parvati, Padma, Ron, OC


Ginny Potter was tired. It wasn't just the normal fatigue that comes with age; it was the bone weariness of the soul that comes from the loss of your soul mate. It had only been a couple of months since Harry had passed, but it had felt like an eternity. At the moment, though, she was doing her best to conceal the exhaustion in order to focus on the bundle of cuteness playing on a mat in front of her.

"Mum, are you all right?" came the voice of her son.

"I'm fine Al."

"You might be able to fool James with that nonsense, but you should know better than to lie to a Slytherin. Emmy and I are both worried about you."

Ginny sighed. "Albus Potter, I thought I was your mother, not the other way around."

"Deflecting it isn't going to work either, Mum. Again, don't lie to a Slytherin... If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine."

Ginny sighed again. "Al, I... I suppose it would have been easier if your father and I had just gone on at the same time. I miss him. It seems so silly, but I just miss him so much that my heart aches. Every time I turn around and he isn't there, every time I wonder what he would think about something, every time I see his picture wave at me and blow me a kiss, it's like he just died all over again. I know he's there waiting for me, probably joking around with Fred and George and his Dad and Sirius and Remus, but still... How am I supposed to live without him? We've been together for so long, I can barely remember a time when Harry Potter wasn't a part of my life. Now, he's not there. You look so much like him..."

Ginny's voice caught in her throat and she began sobbing. Her son embraced her as she wept on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Mum. Cry it out. You were so strong for everyone, but you haven't grieved for yourself yet. Let it out."

After several minutes of tears, Ginny was able to regain her composure. If the baby on the mat had noticed the outburst, she now gave no indication and was gleefully chewing on her toes.

"Thank you, Al. Emmy was right as usual, you married a smart woman. I'm not going to pretend everything is going to be fine now, I know better than to lie to a Slytherin, after all," she said with a half-hearted smile. "I suppose I'll be fine eventually. I don't know how much longer I'll have on this earth, but I intend to stay a while to see how that great-granddaughter of yours is going turn out." She nodded at the baby on the mat. "Now, you take Lottie back to her mum and dad or whatever you have planned for her next. I'm ready for a nap after all that excitement."

Al looked at his mother suspiciously, but agreed to her request. A few waves of his wand packed up little Charlotte Potter's many accoutrements. After kisses all around, the duo made their way to the floo to see themselves out. Ginny sat on the edge of their... her bed a while before laying down to rest.


Ginny found herself walking down a long hallway. When she reached the end, she opened the door that she found there. Inside was the last person that she expected to see, Sirius Black. With a screech, she ran to hug the man whom she had not seen since well before her children had been born.

"Hello, Ginny! Good to see you too," Sirius said with a chuckle as he returned her embrace.

Ginny looked up at his young-looking face and smiled. "I guess this means that you're taking me to be with Harry."

"I would, except you're not dead yet. You're just dreaming."

"Oh," Ginny mumbled.

"I'm sure he's there waiting patiently for you there on the other side. You'll get to see him soon enough. In the meantime, we have..."

"What are you talking about, Sirius? If I'm not dead and you aren't here to guide me on, then what's going on here? I guess I'm just dreaming after all." She looked down.

"Hold on there, Ginny and I'll explain it to you. You are dreaming, but I'm not the Sirius Black you knew, I'm a different one."

Ginny looked at him as though he had just grown another head.

"I'm not explaining this right. This is always the hardest part of every mission. Here goes. You know there are other worlds, right?"

"Sure, the Muggles have their colonies on the Moon and Mars. Rose (that's Ron and Hermione's daughter) even told me they are planning to set one up in the asteroid belt."

"Not like that, Ginny. I'm not talking about other planets. There are other universes, whole other realms of being. Some are so similar to this one that you could never find a difference. Others would be unrecognizable. I'm from one of those other universes. It's my job now to travel from world to world giving help to good folks like you and spitting in evil's eye whenever I get the chance."

Ginny looked at him suspiciously. "Then why are you here? What can you do for me that doesn't involve taking me to be with my Harry?"

Sirius smiled down at her. "Well, I didn't say you weren't going to see Harry, just a different one. You see, in another world, there is another Harry Potter. The difference is that... well, I'm sure you remember what the Dursleys did to him. The difference is that for this Harry, the damage has sunk in a bit deeper. Like you, he's tired and wants to give up. He only has three more years to go before he gets his Hogwarts letter, but I don't think he can make it that long. If he can keep going until then, he'll make friends that last a lifetime, but he needs your help getting there. Will you help me help him?"

When Ginny nodded her assent, she saw a flash of red that looked a lot like what her hair had looked like many decades previously. That was impossible! She had been grey for ages! Ginny grabbed the ends of her hair and held it in front of her face. It was the shade of red it hadn't been in ages.

Sirius must have seen her confusion. "This is a dream, remember? You look the way you looked a long time ago. It makes it a lot easier to get around, not having the limitations of old age, doesn't it? Besides, going in dream-form makes it easier to cross to another universe. Now take my hand and let's go!"

Ginny took his hand and soon the dream room faded into whiteness.


Eight-year-old Harry Potter lay in his cupboard and silently cried himself to sleep. He knew better than to cry out loud. He couldn't understand why his relatives hated him so much. As he so often did, he fell asleep on a lumpy pillow that was dampened by his own tears.

Harry found himself standing in a room richly decorated in red and gold and filled with comfortable-looking furniture. Before him stood a beautiful woman with hair of fiery red. "Hi, Harry," she said with just a hint of shyness.

The woman smiled at him. It was a kind smile, full of love and tenderness. Harry had never had anyone smile at him like that before.

Harry stared at her in disbelief. When he could finally speak, it was only in a whisper. "Are... are you my Mum?"

"No, Harry. I'm not Lily. I'm... a friend. I've come to talk to you. Come on, sit with me and let's talk a while."

She reached out a hand to him. Harry was stunned. A hand that wasn't extended in anger, but in kindness was not something he could ever remember experiencing. Slowly, cautiously, Harry took the offered hand and followed her to one of the comfortable-looking sofas he had seen. They both sat down cross-legged, facing each other.

"First of all, Harry, you should know that your Mum and Dad loved you very much. The stories Vernon and Petunia have told you about them are lies. Harry, they loved you. James and Lily Potter gave their lives to protect you from a very bad man. Your life is going to get better. You will go through some rough times, but you're going to have some great friends to help you through them."

"I... I'm going to have friends?"

"Yes, Harry, you're going to have friends. In just a few short years, you will meet some people who will change your life forever. You're going to have a whole group of friends, but most of all, you will have some very special close friends. Together, you will have adventures and excitement. You will face both good times and bad times, but the most important thing is that you will do it with your friends. They will love you and you will love them."

Harry looked hopeful. "It would be almost like having a family."

"No, Harry. It would be just like having a family," the woman said with a smile. "There's no almost here."

"The thing is, Harry, you need to hang on. Don't give up. Don't quit. The bad times will pass and the good times will come, but you have to wait until they get here. Be patient and I promise you that your life will get better soon. All will be well."

The woman took his face in her hands and tenderly kissed his forehead. As she faded away, he heard her words echo in his mind: "All will be well."

For the first time in years, Harry Potter slept soundly.


In another universe, Ginny Potter awoke. She was unsure if what she had just seen was merely a dream or if it had been real. Either way, she was sure that it was bizarre. As she drifted back to sleep, she unknowingly smiled. Healing had begun.


Three years later, in young Harry's universe:

Harry looked up at the ceiling of his new bedroom, formerly Dudley's second bedroom. The events of the last month were playing in his mind, as they had been since the whole bizarre chain of events had begun. In the days leading up to his eleventh birthday, Harry had begun receiving strange letters addressed to him. The barrage of letters had eventually driven Uncle Vernon to drag the whole family to a manky old shack on a miserable little island. It was there that Harry's life had changed forever.

A large man, an unnaturally large man, named Rubeus Hagrid had braved the storm to deliver to Harry the news that he was, in fact, a wizard. Hagrid had also informed him that he was to attend a wizarding school called Hogwarts. On the following day, Hagrid took him to a place called Diagon Alley to buy all his school supplies - his magic school supplies!

It was just like the woman with the red hair had told him a few years ago in that dream. Before Hagrid had shown up and changed his life, he had sometimes doubted what the woman had said. Even with the doubt, the hope she gave him was all that kept him going. She had told him that he would someday soon have a better life. Ever since Harry had awoken from that dream, he had called the mysterious woman his Angel.

Harry smiled. "It's not long," he thought, "until I'm boarding a train in London that will take me to 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' I wonder what I will find there. It looks like my Angel was right."


Fourth Year:

Harry Potter sat next to Parvati Patil watching the other students dance. The two of them had quite different thoughts. Parvati earnestly wished that Harry would act the way he was supposed to act and take her out on the dance floor. Barring that, she would accept a dance from any eligible wizard.

Harry, however, only had eyes for one person, Cho Chang. Harry had wanted to take the fifth year Ravenclaw to the ball. He had even asked her, but his fellow Champion Cedric Diggory had asked her first.

Parvati silently watched Harry as his eyes followed Cho around the dance floor. Abruptly, his head jerked slightly and his breath caught.

Parvati put her hand on Harry's arm. He didn't respond, but remained as if in a trance. She shook him and he snapped out of it.

"Harry, what is it?" she asked.

"She – I don't know why I didn't notice before," Harry stammered, "she looks..."

"Who, Harry?" Parvati asked.

"It's Ginny. I never noticed before. You think I would have seen it, but I guess I just saw her as a kid."

Prior to the mention of his sister, Ron Weasley had been glaring at their friend Hermione Granger for daring to go to the dance with Harry's competitor, Viktor Krum. Both he and his long-suffering date Padma Patil turned toward Harry at the mention of Ginny.

"What about my sister?" Ron asked, confused.

"I had never really noticed before," Harry said slowly, as though stunned. "You think I would have, but it's as if I'm seeing her for the first time."

"Harry," Ron said, "What are you talking about?"

"I just noticed it, Ron. I guess it's the way she dressed up for the ball. I'm sure now. It has to be."

Parvati, Ron, and Padma were all very confused now.

"What has to be, Harry?" Ron asked, concerned.

"She's her, Ron. It's Ginny. I don't know how it happened, but somehow, it was Ginny."

"Are you all right, mate?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I am," Harry replied. "More right than I've ever been. For years I've been wondering about her, wondering who she was. Now I know."

"Who, Harry?" asked Parvati.

"My Angel," Harry reverently whispered.

Harry stood slowly and walked over to where Ginny was dancing with Neville Longbottom. He gently tapped Neville on the shoulder.

"Oh, hello, Harry," Neville greeted him cheerfully.

"Hey, mate, may I cut in?" Harry asked.

"Sure," replied Neville. He turned and saw Ron, Padma, and Parvati standing there staring at him in confusion.

"What's happening, Neville?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Neville answered. "Is Harry all right?"

"He said he was," answered Parvati. "He was going on about Ginny, how she looked like an angel."

The four Gryffindors looked at Harry, who was now dancing with Ginny. He had a bashful grin on his face.

Neville turned and looked at Parvati. "So, do you want to dance?"

"Thanks, Neville," she responded. "I would love to."

Parvati paused. She had seen Neville accidentally step on Ginny's toes a few times. Quickly, she brought out her wand and cast cushioning charms on her feet.

Ron and Padma watched Neville and Parvati spin away from them.

"Well?" Padma asked, exasperatedly.

"Well, what?" Ron asked.

"Are you going to dance with me, or will I have to find someone else? I'm tired of sitting."

Ron shrugged and held out his hands to Padma.


Ginny Weasley was enjoying the Yule Ball, despite the fact that Neville occasionally stepped on her toes. A little soreness was a price worth paying to get to attend the dance she otherwise would have not been able to attend. In the back of her mind, she was kicking herself that she had missed the chance to go with Harry. When Harry and Ron had been unable to find dates, Ron had suggested that Harry go with her, but she had already accepted Neville's invitation. Still, Neville was nice in his own clumsy way.

Suddenly, Neville stopped dancing. In amazement, Ginny watched as Harry asked Neville if he could cut in.

Before Ginny was even aware of it, she was in Harry's arms and dancing with him.

"Sorry I'm not that good of a dancer," he told her with a bashful grin on his face.

"That's all right," she shyly replied.

Ginny noticed how Harry kept glancing at her, then looking away.

"Harry, it's okay. You can look at me," she said.

"Sorry, Ginny," Harry whispered.

"What is it, Harry?"

"Erm," began Harry, "I don't know how to say it where it won't be weird. Can we just dance for now?"

Ginny blushed. "Sure," she said, "but you're telling me later."

Harry smiled and pulled Ginny closer.

Outwardly, Ginny was happy to be dancing with Harry, but inside she was confused. Surely Harry wouldn't be doing this to be cruel, not after the way he had been so kind to her in the Chamber of Secrets. Maybe this was a prank, but his reaction didn't seem like that. One way or another, she was going to find out the truth.

After a while, the band began playing a faster song. Harry removed his arms from around her, took her hand and led her over to a deserted section of the room. After looking around to make sure that they were all alone, Harry began to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this. I tried to think of how, but I couldn't. It's going to sound weird no matter what I say because it is weird."

"Are you..." Ginny squeaked, "Do you mean you fancy me?"

"I – well," Harry stammered, "I just realized that you remind me of someone. Someone I thought I'd never see again."

"Who?" Ginny asked.

"I call her 'My Angel.' I don't know anything about her, but when I was eight, I saw her in a dream. I was – let's just say I wasn't having a good time right then and she appeared to me one night. I asked her if she was my mum, but she said she wasn't. She told me that in a few years my life would get better and it did. She said that I would have friends who would be just like having a family and I do. She said that even though I would have some tough times, that my friends would be with me through those times. For years now, I've wondered who she was."

Ginny looked at him with shock on her face. "And I remind you of her?"

"You do," Harry answered. "I don't know why I never noticed it before. I've seen you often enough. I think I couldn't notice it before because you still looked like a kid, but tonight you look like a woman, you look like her."

Ginny blushed prettily and smiled. "Thank you, Harry," she said. "I can tell that was hard for you to say, but I don't think it's weird. I would think it was creepy coming from most guys, but I know you're not like that. I did wonder for a bit if Fred and George had set this up as a prank, though."

Harry laughed. "That does sound like something they would do."

"Oh, they would. I was so embarrassed when they sent you that valentine with the dwarf."

"That was them?" Harry exclaimed.

"Well, I did write it. I wrote that poem when I was still ten, after I had met you at Platform 9 3/4. The twins found the poem and put it into that valentine. I was so mortified."

"Well, I thought it was cute," said Harry, "even if I didn't say so at the time."

"Thank you, Harry."

There was an awkward silence between them until Harry spoke again. "Ginny, you asked if I fancied you. I don't know. I – I do think I'd like to get to know you better."

"I'd like that," she replied. "It's not every day a boy tells me that he dreamed about me before he ever met me."

Harry grinned. On a few occasions before, he had seen Ginny's sense of humour.

"I suppose that did sound kind of cheesy when you put it that way," Harry replied.

"I'll forgive you this one time," Ginny joked, "but if you really want to get a girl's attention, try complimenting her on her hair or her eyes."

Harry looked into Ginny's eyes. For the first time, he noticed what a warm shade of brown they were. He also noticed that he was still holding her hand.

The End

A/N: The character of Emily "Emmy" Potter, née Wilder comes from "Backward with Purpose, Part II: The Book of Albus" by Deadwoodpecker, aka Ella.

"On a Mission from God" is still incomplete, but the next chapter is about halfway done.