Disclaimer: I don't own anything, neither am I making any money off this. I am just writing for my own enjoyment and hopefully the enjoyment of others. What's really all mine are any mistakes you might find within the text, if you want them you'll have to sue me (LoL)

N/A: For my description of the Black family I would like to point the reader towards a brilliant fiction "growing up Black" from Elvendork Nigellus, the fiction is not yet completed (is a WIP) but I really liked his/her/its work on the Blacks and they inspired me to go ahead with this Black family portrait. If you haven't read it, go and do it, it's more than worth your time.

The idea for this Veil of Possibilities is taken from an old homepage, now regretfully disappeared, which started after Sirius went through the Veil and used to have stories about the different realities Sirius found during his travelling from one Veil to the next. It's sad how much good Harry Potter fan fiction has been lost when some homepages closed (and people say nothing gets deleted once it's been shown in Internet, goes to show what they know about it).

I have been reading fan fiction since the third Harry Potter book was published, a couple of days now ;-) but this is my first fiction and it's unbetaed, therefore any mistakes are all mine. I welcome all kind of comments and critic as I'd like to know why you find something good or bad, fun or boring and there is always room for improvement but flames and bigoted comments will be ignored and deleted.

Guys this is a playground for all of us to play in, if you don't like the group playing with this "toy" look for a different one. That's the beauty of fan fiction net there are hundreds of thousands of different stories.

Summary: What if the Veil in the Chamber was wrongly named? The Veil not being the Veil of Death, but the Veil of Possibilities. Based on the theory of a multiverse, the hypothetical set of multiple possible universes, Sirius travels to different universes where he finds different realities whilst trying to find his way back home. In this universe Sirius finds a reality where he did not go to Azkaban, is married with kids, happily raising Harry and part of the Black family! AU

Facts for this story:The time line of the fiction is OOTP for Veil Sirius and 1986 for the parallel universe. The characters will be known as Padfoot (veil travelling Sirius) and Sirius (AU Sirius)

The usual live expectancy for magical folk in my universe being around 150 years old. The members of the Black family already dead before 1986 will be also dead in this fiction, but those alive on 1986 will remain alive for their natural live span in my universe, that means their date of birth will be according to canon but they will not die on the year they do in canon. I am using the black family three from the HP-Lexicon.

The story takes place in summer 1988 , AU Sirius is 29 years old and AU Harry 8 years old. Travelling Sirius, a.k.a. canon Sirius a.k.a. Padfoot , is canon old at 37 years.

"And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place."

-Description of Sirius's death by falling through the veil.-

Padfoot was still on his hiding place and trying to make sense of everything. The two young kids,Teddy, with his turquoise hair and Alphard, obviously, one of his sons. He was a father! The father of a happy kid! It was a very scary and humbling experience. He also relished this younger and so obviously happy Harry.

This non-dilapidated Grimmauld Place. At the same time he was extremely curious to know how all these pieces fitted into the puzzle. One puzzle where Padfoot, or better said the Sirius of this universe was warding Grimmauld Place with old family blood wards and even more strange closely working together with the rest of the Black family. A very scary thought which did not go together with a happy place or family live.

It was obvious for Padfoot that this one was not his own universe but at the same time it was a good one, one where he either did not went into Azkaban or got released at an earlier date. A universe where he and Harry seemed to be happy and… there had been so few of those since he felt thought the blasted Veil.

It had been a while, since Padfoot went through the Veil, although he wouldn't be able to say if it had been a week, a month or a year he still knew that he had been traipsing along the different realities for some time now. As popular opinion goes practice makes perfect and when this story takes place Padfoot was not perfect but close to it having had already some practice in this 'multiverse jumping-thingy' he was doing.

He had already had quite some practice about coming into a new universe, finding out whether it was the right one or not and moving forward to the next one always with the aim of trying to find his way back home without wasting too much time. After all there were those universes, dark and with a sense of despair, where he really did not feel like lingering for long but just felt like going away as soon as possible.

His modus operandi had been refined by practice and thankfully there were some constants within the madness. The only way to come into a new universe was through the veil. The only way to move forwards to the next one was also through the same veil. Veils seemed to be quite unimaginative, or probably the ministry wizards studying them were, and had a tendency to be found within the Department of Mysteries of the local Ministry of Magic. Sirius had also noticed that the level of intelligence of the people did not improve with a new reality, an idiot in a universe had all the cards in the hand to be a dolt in the next one.

Another constant was that Sirius was and remained a Black and the safest place for any Black in any universe was the ancestral home of the Black family at 12th Grimmauld Place in London.

(and at this point he would tell you that life tends to be a bitch with a sick sense of humor if he knew that you are reading this story).

It took him a while to be able to head towards the place without thinking about his outburst when he was young and naïve (some would say stupid) and clearly claimed at the top of his lungs , that "it would be a cold day in hell before he put a foot in the place again". Padfoot was sure that the Prince of Darkness was a very proficient ice skater by now.

Those constants were the reason why he mainly started all his "visits" in the same fashion: he came out of the veil, (nowadays more dignified than at first, when he kind of stumbled out of the dratted thing), transformed into Padfoot and tried to slip out of the Ministry as inconspicuously as possible. Once on the street he would happily head towards 12th Grimmauld Place.

This time luck seemed to be on his side, he came out of the Veil in the middle of the night finding a practically empty Ministry. Leaving without being noticed was actually a piece of cake and he even was able to search for a washroom and groom himself a bit before leaving.

Having to tramp around trying to find his way back home was no reason for him to actually look like a tramp. Padfoot had also learnt firsthand how practical it was to come into an empty Ministry. The employees had all kind of useful things on their workplaces, from all kind of sweets and biscuits to toiletries.

Well they also had all kind of non-useful ones, but he did not see the point of travelling around with an array of sadly looking potted ferns, ugly teddy bears and even uglier looking pictures of kids, spouses and/or other family members.

Sometimes if he was careful and happen to came into the place not only during the night but also during the weekend, he even had the possibility of showering and changing at the aurors floor. He even had had the possibility to get a complete change of clothes now and again, after all most aurors had a personal spin with all sorts of necessities in it. He wasn't sure but he thought that his actual outfit had belonged to Kingsley in a previously visited reality.

His marauder side would have greatly enjoyed to know that there were several on-going feuds in several departments of several different universes about things that had mysteriously disappeared with people going as far as to stop talking to each other over such outrageous "thieving" of their personal items.

After grooming he moved towards one of the kitchenettes, raided the fridge – he had learnt the hard way that food other than fruit did not have a tendency to grow on trees and talking about trees, London was not well known for his fruit-bearing trees really-, took a cup of coffee, munched on a couple of sandwiches and some Jaffa Cakes he was lucky to find in one of the cabinets and started his way towards Grimmauld Place.

In his universe 12 Grimmauld Place was a grim old place. The house was unplottable and situated in the middle of a very rundown muggle neighbourhood. The house and the muggle square appeared to be situated in completely different worlds and mutually ignored the presence of each other.

In this universe Sirius was able to feel some wards tickling his magic even before he was able to see or come into the actual square where Grimmauld Place was situated. He started to get a very bad feeling when he noticed that those were most definitive Black Family blood wards with a small flavor of his father and a lot of "flavor" from both his grandfathers (Arcturus and Pollux), his "dear" aunt Cassiopea and even a pinch of him and Regulus through into the mix, there were other Blacks which he would have been able to "feel" if he'd tried hard enough, knowing that the wards in his old house in his own universe were practically as old as the family itself, but the above mentioned combination of family members was enough to make his skin crawl.

A Sirius warding together with the rest of the family was too close to a "true heir of the noble and most ancient house of Black" for comfort. Our Sirius was extremely wary about this and started praying that no one in this universe would happen to be familiar with Padfoot.

-End of chapter one-