A/N: Thank you, TheFoolOnMelancholyHill, for giving such a full and constructive review. In response to you, because I'm too lazy to tell pm every single person who is wondering, I'm really bad at writing emotion. So, you just have to use your imagination, I guess. But I will go back and edit during the summer holidays.

Sorry for the late updating, though. It's been ages, since I've done any writing. Ran into a spot of trouble with my computer. (I think that sounded a bit British.) Anyway, here it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. You'll see what I mean.

08. Shut Up
After the Hive was destoryed

Most other parents taught their kids to ride bikes, or swim. Aaron's parents taught him to shut up.

Everyone in town knew Aaron Kidd was the biggest chatterbox. Ever.

"That kind of gum ball tastes terrible. Try the blue one."

"You should watch that one instead. Troy is much better."

"That question is wrong. It's supposed to be 3, not 33."

"Hey, You shouldn't do that! Ms Sarah is going to kill you!"

Most people just ignored him, or crossed the road to avoid him. Everyone thought he was annoying. But there's something incredibly heart-breaking about a frowning six year old, and know that its your fault. So they all muttered behind his back, and plastered on fake smiles when he came in.

Only his parents tolerated him. Sure, he did talk a lot, but he was a six year old boy. What did you expect? In their eyes, he was just had a lot of opinions.

Then his father left, and his house collapsed and squashed his mother like a bug.

He was fostered by an older couple. Then didn't like him much. They even agreed with the rest of the town. The kid was irritating. So, they told him that in his face.

Shut up, and listen to me, boy.

But father-

No buts. Stop talking and listen.

Da-

Everyone in town thinks you talk too much. Your mother and I would like you to stop.

But what if-

No, Aaron. Do you promise, to never speak again? At least when people tell you to stop?

Yes. He nodded vigorously.

And for the first time in a long time, his father smiled.

~#~

Kyd Wykkyd's head slipped from his hand. He propped it up again. He was dropping off already? How long had it been since they'd escaped the Hive? When was the last time he even slept?

He felt his eyes inching close again and forced them apart. He stared out into the rain. Of course being hungry didn't help.

As if on cue, a pale hand reached over and shoved him some bread. He shook his head. She needed it more.

"Say something, will you?"

He shook his head. Never. I promised.

~#~

Aaron watched the town burn, flames licking the sky. He had tried to tell them that the whole place was prone to be firewood, that there was a fire heading their way. He'd signaled wildly, but his father kept pushing him away. Stop it, Aaron. Your mother will kill us if we're not back for dinner.

But father-

No, Aaron, i don't want to know what you did with the frog you found yesterday.

No Dad, this is something else!

Stop talking, Aaron.

But-

Remember your promise. And promises should never be broken.

He let go of his father's arm, and watched him walk down the hill, towards the village. Then he watched the fire spread towards the village. the first of the flames touched the village.

He waited for the screaming to begin.

09. Paper Rose
Spellbound

"Aldruon Enlenthranel Vosolen Lirus-nor!"

Malchior gave a dying howl and arched his scaly body. No, Raven. No!

The white light hit him, and he felt his soul being sucked back into the book. No, please! I've been in there for so long!

~#~

Someone is coming.

Malchior froze and sniffed the air. His eyes widened.

No. It cannot be him.

He launched himself into the air and flew towards the scent, just to check. He landed on the turreted tower.

It was him.

Standing across the circle, hair whipping in the wind, was Rorek.

Malchior growled. Rorek.

The magician gave a smug smile. "Hello, Malchior. Haven't seen you."

Yeah, he said sarcastically. Since you stole Romera and trapped me in this form.

Rorek's smile faltered a bit. "Romera was mine in the first place."

Romera was supposed to be with me. Remember the rose?

Rorek tapped his chin. "Which rose?"He pulled it out of his pocket in on swift motion. He twirled it between his fingers. "This one, you mean?"

You stole it. How could you?

"Romera's forgotten you. She's mine now."

That's a lie! He roared. She will wait for me. I'm coming for her once this stupid spell is broken. She knows that!

"Not anymore."

What did you do to her? He flew at him, talons unsheathed.

~#~

Malchior looked out of the book.

A familiar face peered down at him intently. Large violet eyes and hair.

Romera?

He willed the paper rose to appear again.

"For me?" she gasped.

"For you." For Romera.

10. Please Don't Save Me
Terra

No! No, no, no.

Terra gave a scream, but somehow her voice didn't work.

Control it. Control it!

Don't feel, don't feel!

She reached out for anyone, anyone, to help her.

"Please," she sobbed, and this time her voice came. It sounded small and weak, just like how she felt. The wind whipped harder, swirls of dust and dirt flying everywhere. The storm was going to destroy everything. she had created it, but she had no means to stops it.

Come on, come on.

She was losing the fight. The earth tore out of her control, bringing the cave down. Huge chunks of ceiling came crashing down, crushing the robot corpses. She screamed again, her eyes glowing. The storm spiraled out of her power― can't control it―

Take control. Don't let it control you.

Terra's eyes widened. Mother?

The voice came back, repeating the phrase over and over again. Take control. Don't let it control you. Take control. Don't let it control you. Take control. Don't let it control you...

Terra screwed her eyes shut. This was all an illusion. It's all in my head. It's not real.

It may be in your head, but does that make it any less real?

Her eyes popped open. Mother. That is you!

The voice took on the old chant. Take control. Don't let it control you. Take control. Don't let it contr―It was wracked by an ear-splitting scream.

Ash raining from the skies. A flood of red. Screaming. The earth splitting.

Terra's vision blurred with tears. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears falling in rivers. She beat her hands on the side of the her hand. Block it. Block it.

Hands clawing at the edge of the crevice. Wails of those who had survived. The broken bodies of those who hadn't. Pale, scared faces. Sobs.

She had done that. She had hurt- even killed- them. She didn't deserve to live, and go on to hurt others.

She deserved to die.

"Terra!"

Terra's eyes couldn't see, but she could hear Beast Boy easily. She turned her face to his general direction.

"Beast Boy?" she croaked, too soft for anyone to hear. He had come to help her.

Finally!

No! The side in her that had decided to die yelled. Don't let him come any closer! You'll only hurt him more!

"Terra!" his voice was closer now.

No! Don't let him save you!

The other side, the side that was weak and blind and selfish forced her eyes open; made her reach for the hand Beast Boy extended.

No! Let go! Yell at him, Don't save me!

But their hands clasped and her selfishness won.

And when she sobbed, she sobbed for all the people she would hurt, kill.

Please don't save me.

11. Void

She would always be on the other side.

Just out of reach, like the stars on a clear night.

Everytime he tried to clear the gap, she would push him away.

It was like she didn't even like him.

But he made himself a promise: one day, he would bring her over to his side, or they would meet in the middle.

~#~

She always had to be out of reach.

She had to be the impossible challenge, so that he would give up.

Everytime she felt him try to bridge the gap, she would shove him away.

She had to pretend she didn't even like him anymore.

But she made herself a promise: that one day, she would be able accept him, without fear of hurting anyone. Without having to fear she would hurt him.

A/N: hopefully, posting four would be enough to compensate on updating really late.

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Update: Looking back, I have to say this was one of my more successful chapters. Oh, was there a point in here?

Yes. In Shut Up, Kyd's backstory, on what happened to his parents has changed. Just his mom, though. It's to fit a new fic I'm planning for him, W is for Wykkyd, which would go on (maybe) for everyone else. Jericho, at least.

More on that in chapter 8, which I will be promptly taking down and reposting with Do you Believe in Magic? replaced by another, called Oh, just spin it!.