Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I dont own the Worst Witch or any of the characters associated with it. The only one I own is Constance Nightstar Lynn Hardbroom. All others are copyright either Jill Murphy or Galafilm Canada/United Productions. Also The Last Two lines of the fic taken from "Goodbye To You" By Michelle Branch. *Warning: This is not recommended for children- very graphic .It is for 18 year olds and up.

Miss Hardbroom sat thinking about her encounter the night before. She had met Icy Stevens, a radio announcer for Sorcery FM. Upon gazing at the tall, straight woman in front of him, Icy had fallen head-over-heels in love with her. Miss Hardbroom seemed rather distracted when her headmistress, Amelia Cackle, approached her. Miss Hardbroom herself was Deputy Headmistress of Miss Cackles Academy for Witches.

"Whatever is the matter, Constance?"Miss Cackle inquired as she approached her colleague." Nothing, Headmistress, I assure you." Miss Hardbroom said, looking straight at the more experienced witch before her. And with that, she turned on her heel and set off in the direction of her personal study, muttering something under her breath about needing to organize for her classes.

That night, Miss Hardbroom crept out of the castle with her cloak and broomstick. Icy met her at the door. "Constance! What a surprise! Come in!" He said, escorting her indoors. It wasnt too long afterwards that the two of them were sitting on a large bed. Ever so slowly, Icy inched closer to Miss Hardbroom. She turned to him, and slowly uncoiled her plaits. Eventually they began to share a passionate embrace. Icy began to move so slightly that soon he was kissing Miss Hardbroom tenderly on the lips. Much to his surprise, she didnt pull away. She pulled him closer, not wanting to break away from this moment.

Icy stared at the beautiful woman beside him. How could someone as beautiful as her, even be a powerful witch? Most of the women he met did not have good looks. No one could amount to Constance Hardbroom, he thought. A few hours passed and Icy was lying in bed with his arms around Miss Hardbroom, stroking her hair gently.

When Miss Hardbroom realized what time it was, she sat up suddenly, hastily dressing and coiling her plaits into her usual tight bun. She grabbed her cloak and broom and rushed down the stairs. "What is it, Constance?" " I must go. I have classes to teach.

She commanded her broomstick to hover and settled lightly down. "Up and away." She shouted and the broom shot off like a rocket, heading for the Academy.

She rushed into the Potions Lab for her class. Even the pupils noticed that something was wrong with their teacher. At the end of the lesson, Miss Hardbroom went to see Miss Cackle. "You seem distracted." Miss Cackle observed. "I feel like something's wrong." Miss Hardbroom said in a panic. "Whats wrong, Constance." " I went to see Icy last night..and the two of us..well..we..ended up in bed. And I do feel rather peculiar. Like I cant keep anything down but I cant stop eating. I have cravings most of the time. " " I think I know what is the matter. Here, Miss Cackle handed her a test (if you know what I mean). Go into the washroom and follow the instructions. Miss Hardbroom did as she was told and emerged ten minutes later, pale with a stunned look on her face.

"It's wonderful because your child can go to a witch school if you have a little girl, and if a boy, he will be trained as a wizard."

"Well just have to tell them right away, I suppose. They have noticed that something is wrong, after all."

At nightfall, the girls were gathered in the Great Hall. Miss Cackle arrived with Miss Hardbroom close behind. "We have all gathered together for a special reason. I am sure youve all noticed that Miss Hardbroom, our Deputy Headmistress, has been distracted. Well, she's received some recent news. Constance, would you like to?" Miss Cackle began, but stopped when she saw Miss Hardbroom shake her head.

"I guess I will tell you then. Miss Hardbroom is pregnant. Shes going to have a baby." Miss Cackle said smiling.

"Oh, wow! "The girls said, and soon there was a loud sound as the girls began chattering at once. Amanda Honeydew raised her hand. "When is the baby due, Miss?" she asked. "The baby is due in the middle of April." Miss Hardbroom replied. The girls were all sent to bed and Miss Cackle set up a hot meal for Miss Hardbroom.

"You need to eat to build up your strength for the birth of the child. The baby needs nourishment in order to survive. That is an order, as your Headmistress."

Miss Hardbroom opened her mouth to fire a comeback at her colleague, but she didnt have the strength and ravenously dug into the warm meal.

As the months passed, it became more obvious that Miss Hardbroom was going to have a child. She was still her tall, thin self but because of her size, the weight of the growing child centralized in the front. It was getting harder for her to move because of the developing child. She began to feel the child moving and kicking inside her, and she ran her hand lovingly over her protruding abdomen.

"I'm sure it is." Miss Cackle said with a delighted smile. "Do you think you can teach your lessons today, Constance?"

"Nonsense, Constance. Go off to bed. A good rest is just what you need. I wont have you running around, worrying about everything. Your health should come first. That is an order." Miss Cackle said, ushering her out of the room. Smiling at the older woman, Miss Hardbroom nodded tiredly and went to her room

Well, Amelia means well. I am doing this for my baby.. Miss Hardbroom thought to herself as she settled into her cozy bed and snuggled under the covers. Before long, she was fast asleep.

A little later on, she awoke with a start. She knew something wasnt right. She immediately got out of bed, and after putting on her shoes, began aimlessly pacing the halls. Miss Cackle noticed her and walked up to her, a look of genuine worry on her face.

"My back is hurting," Miss Hardbroom began, but she doubled over at the sharp pain she felt. "Constance, what is it?" Miss Cackle asked, placing her hand on the younger woman's bulging abdomen. "That is a contraction". She said when she felt the woman's muscles tighten in another rippling spasm. "You are in labour, Constance." She said, taking the arm of the Potions mistress beside her.

"Wait here." She told Miss Hardbroom when she arrived at Miss Hardbrooms study. She hurried out to find Miss Bat." Miss Hardbroom is in labour. She said when she arrived. I must stay with her. It is her first child, and shes frightened, poor girl." Miss Cackle said. I've heard shell be in labour all night, and through to the next morning." Miss Bat said. "Well, I must go to her." Miss Cackle said, rushing out. Miss Hardbroom was slumped over the back of the chair, digging her nails into the wood as she breathed slowly. "Constance," Miss Cackle said gently, holding out her hand. "Come walk with me around the school. It will help take your mind off the pain." Miss Cackle said to her colleague, holding her hand. For many hours, Miss Hardbroom paced the halls with Miss Cackle by her side.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this." Miss Hardbroom gasped in pain and fright. "It will be very long because this is your first baby. Think about how the baby feels. For months it is in a cozy shelter, but now contractions force it to leave. It doesnt know what is going on." For hours Miss Cackle urged Miss Hardbroom to keep walking around the halls, even though she begged Miss Cackle to allow her to lie down. Soon the contractions became so intense that Miss Cackle had to escort her to her bed, which was draped in towels as a precaution. Miss Hardbroom slumped back against the pillows, as Miss Cackle bathed her forehead with a cool cloth. The hours wore on into the night. Miss Hardbroom tried breathing slowly, but it soon quickened. She was blowing out in rapid gasps, refusing to scream. "Easy now, Constance. It will be over soon enough." Miss Cackle soothed. "I'm going to get Miss Drill to send for a doctor, to help with the delivery. " Miss Hardbroom nodded, biting her lip to stifle another scream. Miss Cackle left the room to notify Miss Drill, but soon returned to see Miss Hardbroom writhing in agony. Tears stung her eyes as she cried in pain.

Miss Cackle rushed forward to help her friend. Miss Hardbroom hunched forward in pain, inhumane sounds emerging from her mouth. She lay on the bed with her legs open to make the baby's delivery much easier. The doctor soon arrived and checked her "She's dilating very well. Shes almost ready to push." He told Miss Cackle., who was massaging Miss Hardbrooms shoulders. "I'm so sure!" Miss Hardbroom shouted and zapped him into a toad. But then, she relented and changed him back

A little while later, Miss Hardbroom was fully dilated and ready to push. Putting her chin to her chest. She pushed hard to help the baby emerge from inside her. They soon saw the baby's head. "Thats it! Good girl, Constance!" Miss Cackle cried, a look of joy appearing on her face. "Push, Constance. Just a little further. You've got it." Said the doctor, easing the baby out slowly. "Thats it, Constance. Push. Good girl."

Miss Hardbroom clenched her jaw, and pushed. The baby soon came fully into the world, letting out a cry of fright. The doctor had Miss Cackle cut the cord. "Its a beautiful little girl, Constance. Congratulations." The doctor said, diapering and swaddling the tiny baby. He laid the little girl in Miss Cackle's arms, and left after making sure Miss Hardbroom was all right. Miss Hardbroom was breathing out in choking sobs. Miss Cackle sat hushing the baby, close to the bed. Miss Hardbrooms sobs to slow, even breathing, and her chest rose and fell as she drifted off to sleep.

When Miss Hardbroom awoke, she turned to see Miss Cackle sitting near her with the tiny baby in her arms. She sat up slowly, propping up her pillows behind her. Miss Cackle came forward. "I'd like to introduce you to your little girl." She said, placing the baby in her Deputy Headmistresss eager arms. Miss Hardbroom smiled and looked at her beautiful girl, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She gazed in wonder at the baby in her arms. As if she knew what was going on, the baby locked her gaze on that of her mother. "Constance Nightstar Lynn Hardbroom. Star for short." Miss Hardbroom whispered in her daughter's delicate ear, trying to quiet the babys cries. "Shhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh."She said softly, soothing the baby. How could she not love something as wondrous as this delicate little girl?

A few days passed and Miss Hardbroom was fully recovered. She went with Miss Cackle to the Great Hall, where the rest of the Academy had organized a "Congratulations on the birth of your baby' party. Star looked around at the new sights, her blue-gray eyes widened in awe. Miss Hardbroom caught her baby's gaze once more. Thus, the mother/daughter bonding had begun.