Disclaimer: This is where i put out that I don't own either Harry Potter or Starwars and I've created this story from both of those universes.

1/3/17: I'm haven't touched this story in several years and I think it needs an update as it does represent myself and my writing abilities. Still won't be perfect nor will it satisfy everybody, but as long as I like the end results, my naysayers can...well, leave a comment on how I can make it better or it won't be up to the standards of those perfectionists. For those who have enjoyed the story, I hope that I don't change anything that you liked about it and instead this becomes an improvement for your enjoyment.

Chapter One
The Veil

"Your time is nigh, Harry Potter. The sun is setting in your west and as you go, so shall your wife at your side." a deep male voice woke the elderly man from slumber and his emerald eyes panned the room for the intruder. A sheen of sweat coated his forehead from a fever which was modern medicine was no longer able to fix, it was an illness which told Harry Potter that he was nearing the end of his hundred and seventy-six year life. A sharp pain flared through his faded scar, a mark of his fame from childhood and Harry rubbed it out of a forgotten habit from the last time it had hurt.

His restlessness disturbed the other bed's occupant, his wife of over a century, Ginny Potter. Only a year younger, his wife had stood by him through the grief and rebuilding after the final battle against Voldemort. They had rekindled their love after the year of separation and their relationship had remained unwavering through the years. She reached over and Harry felt the cooler hand on his forehead, "Are you alright?"

"I'm no worse than before." Harry frowned, the pain in his scar receding on her touch, "Go back to sleep."

She nodded and turned back over, returning to her slumber.

"You're presented a choice, Mr. Potter." Harry heard the voice again, slow and menacing, yet he knew there was nothing to be alarmed about despite being unable to see its owner, "Tomorrow, you and your wife must go to the veil to choose."

"What are we choosing?" Harry whispered, his voice too low to disturb his wife, his eyes scanning for the owner doubtful that he would see, even with his glasses now on his face.

"Continue to live or continue to die."

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"Tomorrow! Choose!" the voice repeated its message while fading, a confused Harry now wide awake in bed. He was not sure what to make of the instructions, but the viel was something that had been a constant early in his life, nightmares of the night his Godfather had died when he was fifteen. It had been more than a decade since he had thought of it though and for a voice to now order him to the veil was confusing to him. He kicked back the covers and adjusted his glasses, the round spectacles which had become as trademark to his life as the scar.

While there was nothing he could do about this tonight, he elected to tell Ginny about this in the morning. He would use the time to think about what was spoken.

x x x

Harry limped wearily into the kitchen and saw that Ginny was there already making breakfast. She looked at him as he sank into a chair, "You had a restless night?"

He nodded, considering how to approach the subject of the mysterious voice last night. Even with a few hours thought, he had not come up with an easy way of bringing up the subject of the veil aside from the direct approach, "We need to go into the ministry today, Gin."

"We?" Ginny paused over the stove and looked at him as he ran a hand through his grey hair, "You shouldn't be handling anything at the ministry. We can send one of our children to handle whatever you think needs to be done."

Harry shook his head, "I heard a voice last night."

"A voice?" he had her full attention.

"It told me that I...we had a choice and needed to be at the veil today." his voice had dropped to a whisper and looking up from the table he saw her incredulous stare before grinning.

"You're having me on. You haven't been able to hear properly for the last decade, Harry and I didn't hear anything last night."

He shrugged, "You know I'm linked to the hallows, Gin. It might have been something related. We're further along in our years and I'm ready to welcome death with open arms."

She frowned, "Our whole lives have been messed with through fate and destiny or whatever you want to call it. Now, death wants a piece of the action too?"

"It couldn't hurt to see what the messenger is offering."

"What exactly was the message." Ginny asked.

"Continue to live or continue to die." Harry chuckled, "Vague I know, but the voice did not respond to any further questions about the message."

"Knowing your luck, there's a catch."

"There does always seem to be that."

"When do you want to go?"

"Just like that?"

"You hear a voice and you don't investigate? Come on, I know you, Harry. The only way you wouldn't try and make it, is if I petrified you and we both know your magic is stronger than mine and would just break out of it. Besides, you're looking better now than you have in months."

"I do have a bit more energy."

x x x

Their arrival at the ministry was later in the afternoon, having decided to ensure their affairs were in order and farewells were exchange with the pretense that they were going abroad for their last months in this world, which both believed was the truth. Having withdrawn a decent amount of coin from Gringotts, the wizards's bank, as well as packing a trunk of goods which had been collected over the years, to include the three hallows which Harry had gathered several years after the final battle.

Avoiding the stares and dodging the current minister, they found their way to the Department of Mysteries; Harry had been a regular for a few years as the Unspeakables had requested him to study for his survival of the killing curse. They were both tired though energized at the thought of a new adventure and as they placed the trunk in front of the veil Ginny crossed her arms and tapped her foot as an impatient teenager would have done, "Well?"

Harry chuckled, "The voice didn't specify a time, Gin. It's not like I can summon death."

"You have the hallows."

"I don't think..." he was cut off as the veil parted and the last person they expected to stepped out with a grin on his face, "Sirius?"

Youthful as the day he had fallen through, his young grin of mischief spread a warmth of joy through Harry, "Hey, pup. You're not looking so good."

"But how?" Harry stammered, "You've been dead, this isn't possible."

"I'm just a messenger, Harry. I couldn't explain this either aside from saying 'magic'." Sirius' smile turned towards the old redhead next to his godson, "Hey red, good to see you again. I'm glad that I was right about you getting him in the end."

"A little old to be called 'red', Sirius." Ginny returned his smile, "For a dead guy, you're looking good."

"Right, well, I only have a few minutes." Sirius turned back to Harry, "There's a prank war that us Marauders are carefully plotting our next move."

"What is this then, Sirius? We're getting a choice to live over dying?"

"We know that you're both near the end and as you're the owner of the hallows, Death has decided to offer you a chance to either live out the next three months and pass on, or you can step through the veil now."

"What?"

"Hang on, Red, I'll explain a little more." Sirius turned to the veil and it shifted to a watery blue, rippling from its center, "Dumbledore was right about death being the next adventure and choosing to rest in peace is not a bad choice, but if you choose to step through the veil, you'll essentially be given a second life. Your bodies will be turned back to seventeen in addition to retaining your knowledge and abilities of this lifetime."

"What's the catch?"

"Where are we going?"

Sirius chuckled at the simultaneous questions, Harry curious to the destination while Ginny suspicious of the offer, "You're going to another galaxy. There's a different type of use of magic there, though both of you will be able to use it. In addition, their users will also be able to learn what you know. The catch? Their galaxy is on the brink of war."

"War?" Harry hesitated, thinking to the dozens killed over the years because of conflicts against not just Voldemort, but also the few other criminal wizards that he had dealt with.

"Their guardians aren't ready for it, they've had a peace for several centuries and the corruption in the galaxy is equal to the ministry here when Voldemort returned. They're going to need help from a third party and you both can change their fate and save billions across the different planets."

"Changing fate again. Is there a prophecy?" Harry asked.

"Not for you." Sirius answered and Harry sighed, turning the answer over in his head.

"You keep saying galaxy." Ginny looked past Sirius for a moment, eyeing the rippling portal for a moment before looking back at Sirius, "What did you mean?"

"You're going to a universe that has mastered space travel between solar systems. There are dozens of sentient creatures, robots and creatures that I couldn't dream up. You'll get the best of the weapons and toys of course when you get there."

Harry had heard enough, figuring that they had the majority of the information needed and that anything else provided would no doubt be vague, "What do you think, Gin?"

She ignored the question though from Harry's tone of voice, she knew their path was chosen, "You're sending us to a galaxy that is on the brink of a war we are expected to fight in. A war that hasn't started and will be fought on multiple planets?"

"Hundreds of planets. From what I understand, the real war is still several years away and you'll have enough time to learn and adapt to their galaxy."

Harry saw a gleam in her eye and even if he had not been for it, she would have, "What do we have to do?"

"Follow me!" Sirius grinned back at them and for the second time of Harry's existence, he entered the veil.