Motherhood is a Miracle
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Mrs.Ramschackle lived at number three Hogsend lane in Hogsmead. She was a jolly middle aged widow with a mop of graying red hair and smiling friendly green eyes. She had a penchant for floral frocks to drape over her ample rubinesque form and big floppy flowery hats. She loved her three cats, Tipsy, Topsy and Turvey as well as her small but very lush garden.
Most important to her though was her work. Every morning before tea she hung out her shingle. "Mrs.Emily Ramschackle; Mid Wife." Mrs.Ramschackle had delivered every baby in a fifty kilometer radius Hogsmead for the last thirty-five years. She knew every one of the expectant mothers and was expecting the Curtiss child to arrive any day.
Emily stood on her front stoop and took a deep breath of the warm summer air. She saw a broom coming in fast from the direction of Hogwarts. From the precision of the rider, Mrs.Ramschackle knew just who it was.
"Madam Hooch!" The midwife gasped as the professor of broom flight, care and maintenance landed quickly beside her. "What's the matter? Is it the Curtiss Girl?"
"Yes." Madam Hooch smiled. "Her waters have broken and her contractions are six minutes apart."
"Fine." Mrs.Ramschackle smiled. "I'll fetch kit and my broom."
The one thing the midwife had learned, over her many years of practice, was to always keep her kit handy the door. A small brown leather satchel contained everything she needed to see a new life brought into this world. Taking her broom in hand she waddled onto the path and mounted her broom side saddle, as all proper witches of her day were taught to do. With a firm but gentle push off, Mrs.Ramschackle took of skyward and headed for Hogwarts.
Madam Hooch flew very fast and it was impossible for Mrs.Ramschackle to keep up. She flew above the tops of the trees focused on the school. This would not be the first baby delivered at Hogwarts, though she was sure Minerva McGonagall would like her children to think so.
The headmistress stood at gates to the Hogwarts grounds waving to Mrs.Ramschackle. The midwife brought her broom in for a landing beside Professor McGonnagal.
"Emily." The Headmistress smiled. "Good of you to come so quickly."
"Of course Minerva." Mrs.Ramschackle said. "I can't miss this! Where is Mrs.Curtiss?";
"In the infirmary." The headmistress said ushering her inside.
It had been a while since the midwife had walked these halls. Long before she was a midwife or even Mrs.Ramschackle. In those days she was just miss Emily Kirkland. An average student, with unsure dreams, sorted into Gryffindor house. Go, go, Gryffindor. The sounds of the chant still filled her ears from years gone by.
The Headmistress held the infirmary door open for Mrs.Ramschackle. She could hear the Curtiss girl before she could see her. The screams were very loud indeed. All new mothers felt pain differently, but something in the young woman's tone alerted the midwifes old ears to a problem.
"How far apart are the contractions?" Mrs.Ramschackle asked taking up position, gently edging Madam Pomfrey.
"Four minutes." The hospital wing matron said a bit tersely.
"Dilation?" Mrs.Ramschackle asked.
"Nine centimeters." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Everything sounds fine." Mrs.Ramschackle said with a touch of concern at the grimace on Karrys face.
The midwife reached into her brown leather bag and pulled out a pair of Revelation goggles. Slipping the quickly over her eyes she adjusted the lenses until she could see the baby clearly in her mothers womb.
"Ah!" Mrs.Ramschackle said pulling out her wand. "The baby is breach, I'll need to turn it."
Mrs.Ramschackle slowly traced a circle along Karrys belly. The midwife watched as the baby turned and repositioned to enter the birth canal. Zac held his wife's left hand and Sasporilla held Karrys right.
"There now that should make it a bit easier on both baby and mother." The Midwife smiled. "We're just about set. "Now let's see about that pain shall we?"
With a quick flick of her wand, Mrs.Ramschackle reduced Karrys pain, and returned to the young witch, a sence of calm.
"Now Mrs.Curtiss," The midwife smiled taking up position, "push!!!"
Within minutes Mrs.Ramschackle placed Karrys first born baby boy into his mothers loving arms.
"Mr. and Mrs.Curtiss I present to you your son." Mrs.Ramschackle smiled.
"A boy!" Zac said excitedly.
"We decided that if it was a boy," Karry said, "we were going to name him Kameron Zarkhov Curtiss."
Sasporilla looked down at the cute red little bundle of joy. Zac put his finger close and little Kameron held it. Mrs.Ramschackle cut the cord, finished the rest of her job and packed her things away.
"This is your daddy." Karry smiled. "And this is your auntie Sasporilla! Who is mommy's best friend and your God Mother if she'll accept the honour?"
"Of course!" Sasporilla smiled down at little Kameron.
"I know she is in good hands from here." The Midwife smiled at Madam Pomfrey and Headmistress McGonnagal as she turned and walked away.
"Mrs.Ramschackle!" Zac called after her. "Thank you."
Mrs.Ramschackle smiled and waved as she left the infirmary to head home to Hogsmeade, another job well done.
Most important to her though was her work. Every morning before tea she hung out her shingle. "Mrs.Emily Ramschackle; Mid Wife." Mrs.Ramschackle had delivered every baby in a fifty kilometer radius Hogsmead for the last thirty-five years. She knew every one of the expectant mothers and was expecting the Curtiss child to arrive any day.
Emily stood on her front stoop and took a deep breath of the warm summer air. She saw a broom coming in fast from the direction of Hogwarts. From the precision of the rider, Mrs.Ramschackle knew just who it was.
"Madam Hooch!" The midwife gasped as the professor of broom flight, care and maintenance landed quickly beside her. "What's the matter? Is it the Curtiss Girl?"
"Yes." Madam Hooch smiled. "Her waters have broken and her contractions are six minutes apart."
"Fine." Mrs.Ramschackle smiled. "I'll fetch kit and my broom."
The one thing the midwife had learned, over her many years of practice, was to always keep her kit handy the door. A small brown leather satchel contained everything she needed to see a new life brought into this world. Taking her broom in hand she waddled onto the path and mounted her broom side saddle, as all proper witches of her day were taught to do. With a firm but gentle push off, Mrs.Ramschackle took of skyward and headed for Hogwarts.
Madam Hooch flew very fast and it was impossible for Mrs.Ramschackle to keep up. She flew above the tops of the trees focused on the school. This would not be the first baby delivered at Hogwarts, though she was sure Minerva McGonagall would like her children to think so.
The headmistress stood at gates to the Hogwarts grounds waving to Mrs.Ramschackle. The midwife brought her broom in for a landing beside Professor McGonnagal.
"Emily." The Headmistress smiled. "Good of you to come so quickly."
"Of course Minerva." Mrs.Ramschackle said. "I can't miss this! Where is Mrs.Curtiss?";
"In the infirmary." The headmistress said ushering her inside.
It had been a while since the midwife had walked these halls. Long before she was a midwife or even Mrs.Ramschackle. In those days she was just miss Emily Kirkland. An average student, with unsure dreams, sorted into Gryffindor house. Go, go, Gryffindor. The sounds of the chant still filled her ears from years gone by.
The Headmistress held the infirmary door open for Mrs.Ramschackle. She could hear the Curtiss girl before she could see her. The screams were very loud indeed. All new mothers felt pain differently, but something in the young woman's tone alerted the midwifes old ears to a problem.
"How far apart are the contractions?" Mrs.Ramschackle asked taking up position, gently edging Madam Pomfrey.
"Four minutes." The hospital wing matron said a bit tersely.
"Dilation?" Mrs.Ramschackle asked.
"Nine centimeters." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Everything sounds fine." Mrs.Ramschackle said with a touch of concern at the grimace on Karrys face.
The midwife reached into her brown leather bag and pulled out a pair of Revelation goggles. Slipping the quickly over her eyes she adjusted the lenses until she could see the baby clearly in her mothers womb.
"Ah!" Mrs.Ramschackle said pulling out her wand. "The baby is breach, I'll need to turn it."
Mrs.Ramschackle slowly traced a circle along Karrys belly. The midwife watched as the baby turned and repositioned to enter the birth canal. Zac held his wife's left hand and Sasporilla held Karrys right.
"There now that should make it a bit easier on both baby and mother." The Midwife smiled. "We're just about set. "Now let's see about that pain shall we?"
With a quick flick of her wand, Mrs.Ramschackle reduced Karrys pain, and returned to the young witch, a sence of calm.
"Now Mrs.Curtiss," The midwife smiled taking up position, "push!!!"
Within minutes Mrs.Ramschackle placed Karrys first born baby boy into his mothers loving arms.
"Mr. and Mrs.Curtiss I present to you your son." Mrs.Ramschackle smiled.
"A boy!" Zac said excitedly.
"We decided that if it was a boy," Karry said, "we were going to name him Kameron Zarkhov Curtiss."
Sasporilla looked down at the cute red little bundle of joy. Zac put his finger close and little Kameron held it. Mrs.Ramschackle cut the cord, finished the rest of her job and packed her things away.
"This is your daddy." Karry smiled. "And this is your auntie Sasporilla! Who is mommy's best friend and your God Mother if she'll accept the honour?"
"Of course!" Sasporilla smiled down at little Kameron.
"I know she is in good hands from here." The Midwife smiled at Madam Pomfrey and Headmistress McGonnagal as she turned and walked away.
"Mrs.Ramschackle!" Zac called after her. "Thank you."
Mrs.Ramschackle smiled and waved as she left the infirmary to head home to Hogsmeade, another job well done.
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I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.