Nooooooo HB

My heart was constricting painfully as Constance bids her goodbye.

Take this broken heart and fix it please! Q_Q HB!

What an incredibly powerful and well-written story. Thank you.

Okay I'm now crying a lot. Wow. This was incredibly gripping and intense. The ending made me drown in my own tears but it was what the story needed, anything else would have been out of tune with the nature of the story. Your writing is fantastic, it's almost 5am and I was unable to put it down until I had finished the whole thing 3

I would just like to simply thank you for this. To let you know your hard work and persistence at writing and finishing this story was well worth the effort.
I am and emotional mess right now. I cried throughout the last 3 chapters and am still openly sobbing while writing this. My chest physically aches from the emotion of your words.
You have an amazing talent for writing and I beg you to continue. Be proud of this story. Very proud.

WOW! This was a great story! I literally cried through the last 3 chapters! So sad that you killed her off. :(

It was really touching and so so so well-written! Thanks for sharing!

You made me cry... my mam walked past me and thought that my boyfriend had broken up with me...but no matter how sad it is I love Constance coming back to see Mildred :D

Hey HB rules,

I finally got around to reading your last couple of chapters. So well written, I had tears in my eyes for the last chapter especially and it takes alot to make me cry. It was really emotional and well thought out.

My favourite scene was the final goodbye between Mille and HB. It was just a nice bit of closure, though I loved how you showed that there was more to Davina than meets the eye, it was lovely.

Sad ending but realistic. Thanks for taking me on a journey, it was totally worth the waiting :D

Fantasy

**stares in blank moment for half an hour waiting for the tears to finally stop falling**

hits review

**waits another hour before being able to review**

and finally here it is :)

THAT WAS THE SADDEST, MOST AMAZING, MOST BEAUTIFUL, MOST HEARTBREAKING, MOST FANTASTIC, MOST BELIEVABLE AND MOST MAGNIFICENT PIECE OF FANFICTON I HAVE EVER READ! EVER

So many parts of this broke my heart, Mildred and Constances moment about saying goodbye just the whole damn thing and of course we want you to finish your other fics and continue writing for as long as you write fics I promise to read and review them. This is just... words cannot describe how amazing this was. You should write a novel :)

My favourite lines (though I would copy and paste the entire thing if i could *damn that word limit!)

To others they were strangers, intrusive and misplaced in a castle where they did not belong; but to Davina such things were a gateway to the worlds she had once known, an escape from the monotony of life and a refreshing change from the tedious nature of stone walls and endless routine. Being surrounded by objects of such unfamiliarity assured her that there was life beyond the castle, and reminded her every day that the world was never as simple as one perceived it to be.

**This is the perfect relationship between Davina and her wonderous journeys around the world. You should get an academy award for this paragraph alone**

'You listen to me,' Davina said assertively, with such passion that all were startled, 'you can't live your life on what might have happened. Constance died because of her father, not because of you and if she was here then she would tell you the same thing.'

'But she isn't here,' snapped Amelia, her tone more bitter than it had ever been before. Davina was taken aback.

**Just a great piece of writing love Davina being so assertive and Amelia, the usually calm headmistress have a snap just great**

'No, I did not want to die,' Constance said softly, 'but I knew that there was nothing else to do; and there was nothing else that could be done. You have to believe me, you could not have saved me Mildred.'

Mildred's lip trembled as her anger melted away and she felt awful guilt for shouting at a woman who had given her so much,

'I could have tried,' she whispered.

It happened before she could stop it. Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell in a heap to the floor, wild sobs choking her every breath as she let everything go. Mildred felt warmth surrounding her and sensed that Miss Hardbroom's arm had slipped around her shoulders, pulling her close as she finally let her grief out from the prison where she had locked it away at the back of her mind.

Constance stroked Mildred's hair as she cried, knowing that although it did not seem it the child would finally be alright. She would cry and mourn, which touched her heart more than Mildred would ever know, but now she could move on without the misgiving that she was responsible. She wished that they had known each other better when they had been given the chance, but Constance believed that Mildred had known her at her best and with that she could leave contentedly.

**BEST MOMENT BETWEEN MILDRED AND CONSTANCE HARDBROOM EVER WRITTEN SO POWERFUL ITS JUST AMAZING**

'Mildred I have to go,' Constance said reluctantly, after what seemed like hours had passed. Mildred turned to her, her eyes red and swollen from crying though her expression calmer. The hours she had been there felt like minutes, a moment in a sea of time, and she realised that this would be the final goodbye; she wished that she had spent it better.

'No, please,' she begged with the stubborn intensity of a young child 'don't go.' Constance smiled feebly and touched her cheek with a gentle finger.

'I have to,' she explained decisively, 'this is no more than a dream and I am afraid that I don't belong here anymore.'

'But...it feels so real.' Constance laughed, the sound like birds in the morning and Mildred noticed how it lit up her face in a way she had never seen. She was glad at least that she had seen the sort of person Miss Hardbroom was beneath it all; a woman who laughed and smiled, without the weight of the world on her shoulders.

'Mildred, whoever said that dreams can't be real?'

**THIS ENTIRE SECTION BURST THE BANKS FOR ME, I CRIED AS SOON AS MILDRED BEGGED FOR HER TO STAY..**

Miss Cackle held nothing back, feeling that she owed the truth to those who Constance had lived and died for and hoping that the students would realise what she had done for them. They hung on her every word, not able to look away even as tears stung their eyes. When she had finished, Amelia could see the guilt in many of their faces. They were thinking, she knew, of the last words they had said to the deputy headmistress, of the last time they had spoken or the last time they had uttered her name. At least now, she thought sadly, they do not remember her for who they saw her to be, but the person she had always been underneath, the true heart behind the mask of infallibility which fractured as she died. At least now, her memory was at peace.

**That is such powerful imagery and is the exact thing that people do when they know they won't see someone anymore you do think about the last time that you spoke or you regret something you thought or said. Just great bravo here.**

So many parts in between these uh the entire thing was just great. Sorry this is a long review but seriously with so much to talk about. To sum up this fic, I salute you and your writing style, i salute this fanfiction in its entirety and believe that someone on here has to make up an awards system for worst witch fanfictions and thirdly anyone who has ever watched worst witch should read this fic!

Til the next fic,

Chrissiemusa

That was an amazing close to the story. It had me crying at the end.

I've read this last chapter the other day but I couldn't review it because:

1. I was too enraptured by the beauty and poetry of this chapter that I did not really understand who I was, where I was or what I was doing;

2.I was crying to much and I couldn't distinguish the letters on the keyboard;

3. I was too sad because another great fanfic of yours has just ended! ç_ç snifsnif...

but now that I've recovered a bit of sanity I can say it:

YOU ARE SO FUC**** !

every single word, emotion, character was so perfect! the despair of the teacher, Millie's emotion, the funeral... ALL!

you really did it!

and I have to agree with lemondropseverus, it takes courage to kill HB, but given the skill with which you did it... we can only thank you for this masterpiece of chapter (well for the whole story!)!

there's only one thing that I really don't understand: how can you say:

"Hopefully will go on to finish my other fic and write more, as long as people want me to"

as long as people want me to?

as long as people want me to?

AS LONG AS PEOPLE WANT ME TO?

ARE YOU CRAZY WOMAN? If you stopped writing we would probably come to your secret cave, glue you to your computer and spellbind you to write fanficion after fanfiction (after all this time we'll have learned a few spells from HB, haven't we?)!

of course we want more of you amazing stories! Please never quit writing!

you for the mention in the author's note... that was really sweet!

First, thank you for the mention in the author's note. I fell most humbled. Second, you should definetly write more as you have a lot of talent. Now, onto reviewing the last *wipes tears* chapter.

I need to commend you on your courage. In the Worst Witch community we all love to torment, to the point of pain, our favourite deputy, but none of us (at least from what I read) had dared to take the ultimate step and kill her. You did. Wow! I don't know if I should feel angry (because you killed HB) or really amazed that you actually had the guts to do it. I guess this review is written under a mixture of both. :))

I love Davina and Imogen's first scenes because it has a particular sense of mystery to it. I am a big fan of premonitions appearing in a story and as a plus, this first scenes subtly remind the reader that his level of knowledge is not necessarily the level of knowledge of other characters. Although I am not a great Miss Drill fan, I was touched by the feelings of guilt she expresses. It also made the reader more aware of how truly selfless and noble Constance's sacrifice had been and made her death so much more painful *wipes tears*

I like the concept of a witch's funeral being prepared bu wizards, although with Miss Hardbroom's dislike of the male species, she would probably not agree. Mildred and Amelia's gried in the second section, is touching and genuine and I swear I will need a second pack of Kleenex before I finish reviewing this chapter. I still can't believe she is dead!

"It was the tale, one which would never be forgotten, of a woman so many had misjudged. They had thought her cold, a heartless disciplinarian with nothing more to her than a harsh, bitter tone and a short temperament. As they heard how she had fought and died in their name, to save them, every girl shed tears she had not ever imagined she would allow to fall."

Beautiful! Stunning! Amazing paragraph, which in such few words expresses so much! Woe on all those that misjudged Constance, for she deserves so much more than their tears. It is such a pity that only when someone is truly gone, we start to appreciate that person for who they have been and what they have done.

You really do like to toy with your readers, don't you? :)) You can't imagine the glimmer of hope that involuntarily appeared when I read the scene between Constance and Mildred. Usually I wouldn't have anything against Miss Hardbroom dying if it serves the purpose of the story, but in the case of War of Dominion, she appears like such a tragic figure from the beginning to the end, that it is impossible not to shout, like Millie did: "It's not fair!". I guess, in the end, going by your description of her in death, Constance did find her peace and happy ending. Also, the fact that she gave her powers to Mildred is a fitting end to a tumultuous relationship that went from being one of dislike to one of respect and admiration (or dare I say friendship?)

And so I reach the funeral scene and I need to wipe my tears one more time. Everything in this scene (and chapter for that matter) is simply perfect, emotional and rational at the same time. Constance's epitaph is fitting, the reactions of everyone more than touching and the final line:

"The fire burned, a new hope in the air born from tragedy and a woman who would never be forgotten."

bears both bitterness and a faint glimmer of hope.

As a conclusion, I can say only one thing: Thank you for sharing this most amazing story!

I finally got round to reading and reviewing this most amazing chapter and I can say I am very sorry I didn't get to do it sooner.

I have no words to describe how beautiful the first part of the chapter is.

"The way her arms moved gracefully through the air had a celestial quality, an angel who gave everything and asked for nothing in return falling unjustly from grace; a martyr to morality."

This is one of my favourite lines (it has an extraodinary poetic quality to it) and it depicts Constance, in the context of your story, very accurately. It also gives her an ephemeral quality, making her seem almost sacred. Bravo!

The reaction of Mildred and Miss Cackle is also one of the many things that you depicted in an extraodinary way. The tension they feel is felt by the reader as well. To my mind, only great authors manage to trespass the confines of the page (or, in this case, screen) and make the reader feel what the character does. In that respect you have the makings of a great writer.

"It only took one look for Amelia to understand. Their eyes locked and terrible truths passed between them, the reality of the sacrifice she had truly made and the way that it had to end."

I love the look of understanding that passes between Constance and Amelia. It's little gestures like that that make the characters real, life-like. It also showes that both women have a close relationship, also the impact of Amelia's realization increases tenfold by being revealed like this.

The contrast between the way in which Amelia and Mildred react to the news of HB's imminent death is also shown beautifully. Millie's innocence is endearing and you don't really know who to pity most. Constance for dying, Amelia for losing a friend or Mildred for losing someone she reagarded as completely indistructible.

"She had never imagined her own death; her mortality had never been something she had considered, though as her final hour came to its end she was not scared. Constance had always imagined dying to be a triumph of weakness over power, yet she felt stronger than she had in years. For the first time in her life her barriers were gone, the icy cage around her heart had melted. As she died, she realised that she had never felt more alive."

Yet again an insightful look in the mind of such a complex character. It is a befitting reaction from a woman like Constance not to be scared of death. It is rather sad though that the moment she feels most alive is when she is dying.

Next time when you decide to write such a chapter please send all your readers some Kleenex. I certainly needed some throughout, and especially at the end. I loved how the entire nature mourned for the loss of our favourite deputy, like a tribute to a true hero.

I would certainly comment more, but you have one more chapter posted and I cannot wait any longer as the suspense is killing me . I know that there are slim chances, but I still hope against hope that HB will be alive somehow.

Firstly a massive THANK YOU for the dedication hunnii *big hugs*

*wipes eyes*

Oh. My. Goodness. .stunning. Utterly and completely stunning.

From start to finish, I was –and still am- sitting in total awe, as I bow down to your phenomenal writing ability.

I can’t even pick a favourite part!

The scene between Mildred and Miss Hardbroom was just so fitting and incredibly beautiful. From the pure radiance and genuine happiness Constance has now she is ‘free’ so to speak, and her telling Mildred not to blame herself for what turned out to be an inevitable outcome , and then sharing her own fear with Mildred.

And I see I was practically on the line when I asked you if it were transfer of power! :D *basks in being right for a few minutes* – hey it doesn’t happen often :P

Yes, and I expect you to use it well,' Constance teased her, 'you have such potential, more than I gave you credit for I admit, and now you have the means to use it. I would ask you to make me proud, but I do not need to; you have already done so.

Lol. Aww, I love that wee bit. T'was one of the many parts that set me off :)

This chapter has to be my favourite one of the whole lot, If I had thought the previous were something to go by, then you’ve just smashed it from its pedestal in one fine swoop. The language … the emotion …

Overall, this definitely, without a shadow of a doubt is in my top 10 fics in this fandom, and every other fandom I have ever read.

From the very beginning I’ve been hooked on everything from the plot, to the language, to the conflicting emotions of guilt, sorrow, tragedy, and the unbreakable bond they all share.

I still can’t believe you killed her, but since you’ve carried it out with such beauty and grace, I’ll let you off ...

And seeing as you’ve updated your ‘cliffie’ before the DH scriptwriter’s will their's (not seen it yet btw - so no spoilers) I shan’t kick you but instead give you a massive, massive, massive round of applause and Connor Owens in the buff tied in a red bow. ;)

I sincerely hope you will write more WWFF in the future hun! As I would love to read some more of it.

Princess S

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