AN: Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

Zacharias carried baby Harry on his shoulder as he, Harry's godfather, and his former teacher ("It's Remus, really, Zacharias. There's no more need to be so formal.") made their way through the maze of a castle that was Hogwarts to the Room of Requirement.

Zacharias had not given Harry his age-regression potion that morning as they had all packed up and left the hospital, wanting to give his sweet boy a rest and let him be himself now that he was no longer in pain. He suspected that the boy would love to be around his godfather and uncle anyway, smiling as Harry squealed in his ear, reaching for Sirius as the man made funny faces at him, and then took him gently from Zacharias before tossing the baby into the air and catching him, a huge smile breaking across his face as Harry fell into hysterics.

"Don't hog him, Pads," Remus stood up from dropping the overnight bag on the floor, snatching the baby from his best friend, getting a squeak from the baby before Harry snuggled into his chest and put his thumb in his mouth, content and sleepy.

"Somebody's ready for a nap," Zacharias teased, brushing his finger over Harry's cheek softly.

"Bottle and sleep?" Remus asked for confirmation, "I got it. It's no trouble. Pads, can you figure out a bottle for him please?"

"Okay. If you've got it, I'm going to hop in the shower. Five minutes, I swear."

"Take your time, Zacharias. We'll be fine," Sirius laughed, petting Harry's head as he laid curled up in Remus' arms, "Won't we, Prongslet?"

Zacharias stood under the hot spray only a minute or two later, relishing in the fact that he could take his time and not have to worry about Harry. Usually he had to strain his hearing over the sound of the water if Harry was regressed, or bring him into the shower with him if he wasn't sleeping at that moment. It felt so good to just relax, especially after the hectic hospital visit.

After an hour, Zacharias dressed and left the bathroom, finding Remus half asleep in a rocking recliner in the living room area that hadn't been there before, Harry fast asleep on his chest and Sirius nearby, watching over the sleeping pair.

"You did get him to sleep!" Zacharias whispered, awed as he came closer to the trio.

Sirius shrugged, "Wasn't hard. He whined for a minute or two when you left, but the kid was exhausted."

"I can believe that. It was so nice to shower without worrying about him, thank you."

Sirius chuckled, his gray eyes shining, "You're welcome. I remember the first time he was this small. He was just a wee little thing!" He sighed happily at the memory, one hand stroking up and down Harry's tiny back.

Just then, Remus startled awake, jumping a little where he sat in the chair, "Huh? Wha-?"

"Shh, you're okay, Rem. We were just talking. Did we wake you? I'm sorry," Sirius soothed.

"N'… Headache…" Remus mumbled, trying to sit up.

"Here, let me take the baby," Zacharias stepped forward, watching as all color drained from his former professor's face.

"Maybe we should get you home, hm?" Sirius offered, going to stand.

"N-n- Harry…"

"Harry is fine, Rem. He's sleeping. But you're not feeling well, so we should get you home, okay? We can always come back to visit," at this Zacharias nodded.

"We would love to have you."

"Let's get you home," Then, with a nod of thanks and a wink, Sirius and Remus disappeared, and Zacharias and Harry were alone, the Room weirdly quiet.

Zacharias turned to the baby in his arms after a moment, "Bedtime, Babe."

In just a few minutes, Zacharias knew nothing but the bed beneath him and the crib not a foot away. He then sank into a dreamless sleep. Tomorrow would come quickly.