What happened when someone fell through the veil at the Dept of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic? No one really knew, it had never happened to anyone in recent memory. It was often presmed that they'd died. Of course, the others who fell through were not Sirius Black. He had not survived twelve years in Azkaban to be thwarted by a bloody curtain.
And so, time found Sirius recovering in a hospital in Wales. A muggle hospital that thought he was bonkers for claiming to be Sirius Black, an infamous escapee who'd recently been pardoned by the Ministry for his crimes. However, nothing was wrong with him, so he was let go within a few short weeks, with all of his belongings in tow.
He headed for his former London prison - number 12 Grimmauld Place. As he came into the house, he was aware of another person's presence in the home, and so he headed in that direction. Upon entering the kitchen, he realized that it was Remus, who was standing at the sink.
"Remus..." Sirius breathed. At the sound of his name, Remus turned around, and his eyes widened.
"But...the curtain.." Remus murmured, hugging onto Sirius.
"Like I could be beaten by a bit of bloody drapery." Sirius smirked.
"Harry thinks you're dead." Remus told him.
"And the Ministry gave full pardon to what they think is a dead man." Sirius nodded. "I'll go up to Hogwarts tomorrow and let him know I'm fine."
"Tomorrow? Why not today?" Remus blinked.
"Today is for you." Sirius kissed him, smiling, and spent the day with his beloved.