AN: I'm sorry for the long wait, but here's chapter 11! We hope you enjoy!

Zacharias tried to stay calm as Harry screamed and twisted in his arms one night soon after their infirmary visit, "I know, I know. I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. I know it hurts."

Harry screamed again before throwing up all over Zacharias. Zacharias sighed and took them into the bathroom that the Room of Requirement had given them, stripping out of his dirty shirt and readying Harry for a bath, praying that the deaging potion would wear off soon so that Harry could at least know what was hurting him and tell him with his own words.

Finally, Harry's tears and screams exhausted the small child and he lay in Zacharias' arms, whining softly in his sleep from the pain he was in. Zacharias continued to hold and comfort him as he slept, praying the potion would wear off as Harry napped.

His prayer was answered, and after about an hour the young teenager was in his arms and looking around blearily.

"D-daddy? What-?"

"Shh, it's okay, Harry. I'm here. Do you need some painkillers?"

"Wh-? Ow! What is that?" Harry asked, hand going to support his back even as he sat on Zacharias' lap.

"Shh, you're fine…" Zacharias tried his best to soothe the teen.

"It hurts! Daddy, make it stop, please!"

Seeing the real fear in the young boy's eyes, Zacharias made a decision, "St. Mungo's it is, Sweetheart," He cast a quick spell to pack a bag for them both, anticipating an overnight stay in the hospital. While doing that, he firecalled Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey, telling them both what was going on and ordering the professor to call Harry's "rightful guardians," while giving her a glare that told her not to try and disobey.

"Okay, Sweetheart, time to go. Hang on tight," he flooed them both to the hospital once the Room of Requirement had given them a fireplace to use.

Once at the hospital, Zacharias calmly went to the welcome desk with a shaking boy in his arms, "Excuse me, I'd like to admit Harry Potter for kidney stones," The receptionist mediwitch stared at him, bored, before passing over the paperwork without a word, "Thank you," sitting down in a chair with Harry in his lap, he began filling out the paperwork, listing himself as the patient's caregiver. When Harry began to fuss half an hour later, he turned in the finished paperwork and began to pace, shushing Harry gently as he walked. They would be here a while, as their case was not life threatening.

While they were waiting, Zacharias thought it best to get in touch with Harry's godfather and Professor Lupin and tell them where they were. He knew Harry trusted them and would want them here if at all possible. Going over to the private fireplace to call at the end of the reception area, he firecalled 12 Grimauld Place. The call was immediately picked up, and then Sirius' shocked face appeared in the flames.

"Smith? What do you want?" The greeting was clipped, and Zacharias winced as he remembered the now famed Marauders' feud with his father, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape.

"I-I apologize for disturbing you at home, Mr. Black, but Harry is sick and we're at St. Mungo's-"

"Wait, Harry is sick? What did you do, Smith? Never mind, we're on our way."

Zacharias breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Mr. Black."

"Make sure Harry stays safe until we get there," it was a mix of a warning and a threat.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. We're on our way."

"Okay. See you soon."

He cut off the call and went to sit down again, rocking Harry gently. In a few minutes, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin arrived in the emergency department. Seeing Harry in Zacharias' arms, they thought he was little until he wailed and held his arms out to his godfather.

"Oh, Harry… Oh Prongslet… What hurts?"

"My stomach… Make it stop!"

"I'm sorry, Prongslet. That's why we're here. The mediwitches and wizards will make it better, I promise."

"Hurts."

"It'll be better soon."

After four hours of waiting, the front of St. Mungo's emergency department erupted into chaos as someone was wheeled into the department on a stretcher with his arms and legs twisted backwards. Zacharias tried to protect Harry from the sight, but he thought one boy with the man looked somewhat familiar. He swore he had seen him with Harry before…

Sirius cleared up his confusion with a gasp, "Molly? Arthur? What happened?"

"Ministry accident. I'll be right as rain in a few days," Arthur answered.

"Okay. If you need anything…"

Molly smiled at the worried man, "Thank you, Sirius. This is nothing new though," she glared at her husband, who had the decency to look ashamed, "Well, we best be going."

"Of course, of course. Get better soon, Arthur."

"Thank you, Lad," as he was wheeled away.

They waited another hour, talking lowly and struggling to get comfortable, before a mediwitch finally came from the emergency room entrance.

"Harry Potter?"