A/N: Well, here's the bitter end, sadly no idea what I will do after this as it's been a happy distraction when it comes to Shattered Pieces...I know, I know, I keep going on about it, so I'll quit while I'm ahead.

All I can say it possibly have the tissues at hand. I'm not normally one to spoil an ending, so I'll zip the lip and just let you guys decide if it's good, bad or ugly, etc!

Enjoy x

Chapter Six: How Could She?

Hecketty Broomhead marched through the hospital corridors with purpose. She walked with her head held confidently in the air, making her way through the disinfectant scented corridors, heading to the only place where she spent many hours.

The small side room of Constance Hardbroom, former student had been the only place she ventured other than that of her own home. Given any other time, she would go to extreme lengths to avoid one Amelia Cackle but this one time, Hecketty willingly rearranged her own schedule to ensure that she would 'accidentally' cross paths again with the witch and hopefully engage the sensitive topic of conversation regarding the future of Constance.

As, Hecketty rounded the corner, she sensed that not all was right. There was something in the air which turned her stomach causing a crippling nauseous sensation to nearly floor the omnipotent witch. Practically, frozen on the spot, she witnessed an almost antique looking trolley, guided by two hospital porters, wheeling the witch out of the room with only a thin sheet shielding her from the praying eyes of the world. None of which knew the true extent of her condition, a need to know basis.

Hecketty felt her knees weaken and buckle, clinging onto the railing in order to stable herself. A hand reached for her chest, her seemingly non existing heart hammered in the tight confines of her chest. She gulped for air despite it being recycled air, her body screamed for air and threatened to faint. Something despite the shock to what she had witnessed, could never allow it to happen.

"She did it? The old spinster actually did it." Muttered aloud to her self, coming to terms with the shock

Slowly, she regained control of her legs and pushed to walk towards the room. A place that she had spent many hours just sitting in silence, overseeing the doctors carry out their duties and secretly hoping that Constance would awake from her slumber.

Hecketty Broomhead had been called many things, throughout her life but particularly it was when she was the headmistress of Witch Training College that students dubbed her the 'wicked witch of the guild' as well as insulting her general lack of emotions and humanity, only driven by perfectionism and control. The compulsive, board line obsessive need for order, everything to be in its rightful place, nothing would escape her hawk like eye for detail especially when it came to paperwork and documentation. Then there was time, she did absolutely everything in her power to maximize her own potential and that of others.

The fearsome Hecketty Broomhead cowered in a shadowed corner of a busy hospital, viciously clawing away her tears, fighting to maintain order, balance and dignity. The perfect facade of strength and power who was secretly crumbling, devastated by the realisation that Constance Hardbroom was now no longer part of this world

If only her former colleagues and students could witness her now! The downfall and walking contradiction of everything that she drummed into her students, to never show weakness or emotions, for so long she preached this and now she breaking everything, all the rules, everything she should for. In all likelihood, if someone witnessed her act of being a weak witch then it would merely be brushed off as nothing but a rumour unless witnessed by someone.

Part of her did not want to enter the room but another part wanted and needed that closure. Something pulled at her like a magnet attracted to metal, she found herself sitting in the chair that she spent many hours of the past two months sitting in while watching and wordlessly praying.

"Words cannot begin to describe..." her voice trailed off

"I can understand...part of me is...at a loss."

Hecketty sharply nodded her head "Hardly a selfish act...the power of attorney has great responsibility but also consequence...I do however know that if I had ever been in that position..."

"You would never be in such a position." She interrupted

She cringed inwardly but did not sink down to her level. She was better than that, "Quite understandable...I know you still consider me an enemy, a force to be reckoned with."

"Mighty words to describe yourself...but you missed out abusive of one's power, cold and heartless."

The words acted like a knife scraping against the bone, she was hurting, aching but perfectly masked any imperfections. She held up her hand, "Please, give it a rest will you?" she snapped, wincing as her voice cracked and mentally scolded herself

There was a pang of guilt on her part but encouraged Hecketty to speak, after all, the formidable witch rarely expressed herself.

"Apologies."

She clenched her fists together and felt her jaw tighten 'Breath' she thought to herself

"I...well this..." she finally confessed

"I know...my mind cannot begin to comprehend..."

Hecketty nodded in agreement, "Something that we agree on...the sacrifice that Amelia made was not in vain."

A/N (part two): So do I get to keep my title as queen of revelations? It was a very quick upload as the ending sorta came to me and had to get it out asap. Also, this chapter somehow got to nearly two thousand words and was also drifting off course slightly, so I made the decision to cut it and hopefully, if you guys like this chapter (I'm still in two minds about it) will be adding a wee epilogue just to sorta round it up.

So I hope you guys enjoyed this wee, random fic. *looks at time* Yeah, I need to get some zzz's or I'll just be a pleasure at work...coffee monster! :)

Thanks again for reading and let me know...epilogue or no epilogue? Dun dun dunnnnnn