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Written for: The If you dare continued challenge, The Restriction Challenge, The Halloween Competition, The Stay in the Box Challenge, The Pottermore Challenge, The Sims 3 Challenge, The Prompt Relay Challenge.

Prompt: drabble/ficlet/oneshot collection, between 500 and 1,000 words, Pumping Iron, Morbid, No Sentence longer than 10 words, Write about someone who suffers a broken bone, (Location) St. Mungos, (Task) Have someone having their own photograph being taken.

Day 21 - Twenty-One Painful Groans

Aberforth let out a low groan of pain. He slummed backwards on the uncomfortable hospital bed. As the potion got to work pain blocked everything else. He never noticed the flash of the camera until afterwards.

"Harry," Aberforth all but whined out. "I am sure I will remember this forever now. Do you think you can stop taking photo's now?"

"Nope, you brought it on yourself. I do not understand why you did it. Why did you try pumping iron? And in a morbid manner too!" Harry said with a playful grin on his face. Another bright flashed told Aberforth that he had been photographed. "I know today is a slow day in the pub. I know that things for the party needs doing..."

"But here I am, in a hospital bed. At St. Mungos," Aberforth muttered angrily. "And for an overnight stay too. Stupid brother, sending a goat to help with the decorating!"

"Do not be like that Abe. Albus was only trying to help," Harry said with a grin. He hugged his camera to his chest. "I now know why Colin loved photography for. Wonder if I will run out of film."

"Sadly you will not. It is a magical camera after all," Aberforth said with a groan. "Which means I'm in for hell unless..."

"Do not even think about it," Harry snapped out. He shot a warning glare at his mate. "I want to make them into decorations. Besides it was your own fault. You could of taken the goat outside or let me. I love you but it is your own fault."

"I know. I wish I could have some pain relief potion," Aberforth answered with a wince. "This new 12 hour bone regrow potion is painful!"

"Not much longer to go love. The Healer did say the worse is over. How about afterwards we go and get a treat?"

"If it is chocolate, yes. If it is your body, double yes," Aberforth agreed, enjoying his mates red face. "Why did you get changed for? I liked your sexy outfit."

"You might of, but the Healer's wouldn't of," Harry said with a waggle of his eyebrows. "A black leather skirt is not hospital going clothes."

"For me it is," Aberforth said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"I thought you was meant to be in pain?" Harry asked as he sneakily took another photograph.

"I am. I'm just distracting myself from the pain," Aberforth answered honestly. "Why can't they make a Demon friendly one?"

"Because even now people are close minded. They hear the word 'Demon' and run for it," Harry said only to pause and think. "That is...not a bad idea. Maybe I can get Professor Snape to help. What do you think Abe?"

"I want this to be over with," Aberforth answered as he felt the bones growing. "I want to go back to the pub. This is our first Halloween together! I want it to be perfect."

"And it will be love," Harry said as he leant over and kissed Aberforth. "But it won't be if your hurt. You need to get healed up first. Then you will be back pumping iron again. Next time though, use your Shadow powers. It could stop you from ending up in here again."

"Alright love," Aberforth said with a pained sigh. He rubbed his painful arm. "For you, anything."

To Be Continued...