All characters in this fiction are originally creations of J.K. Rowling. The exeption to this is the character of Nadiera Godesin. The concepts of Aes Sedai and channeling the One Power are originally from Robert Jordan.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the age that gave birth to it comes again. In one Age, called the Second Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the great city of London. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But is was a beginning.
The wind rushed through the open window of a very old Ford Monarch, messing the black hair on a young man's head as he intently stared at the street, trying to manuever the great heap around the corner. Only too late did he see a woman appear in the street, right in his path, out of nowhere. The next thing he knew, he heard a sickening thump by the bumper.
"Oh my God! What happened?" the young man driving the car gasped as he dashed out to see who he had hit. He leaned over a blonde woman who was dressed in a long green dress, a woolen cloak and short boots. She had a small knapsack with her, and it had opened when she was hit. Another man was at the young one's side an instant later.
"Is she conscious Harry?"
"Dunno, Sirius. You had better get back in the car; what if someone sees you?"
"To hell with that Harry! I'll be fine, let's just make sure this woman will be," the other man breathed. The woman opened her eyes. "Lady? Can you hear me? Are you hurt badly? We will get you to a healer as soon as humanly possible, I promise."
Nadiera blinked. "My hip..." she groaned. The older man gently shifted her over a bit. Nadiera looked past him to the young one. He looked very upset over what had happened.
"Looks like maybe I'd better not learn to drive after all..." he winced as he looked down at the woman. She had an unusual face, lovely, and yet, it was as if he couldn't tell how old she was...
"Yes... perhaps you should stick to flying broomsticks Harry..." Sirius sighed.
Harry leaned closer. Soon the both of them were hovering over the woman. "Sirius..." Harry uttered under his breath.
"Oh. It's alright Harry; she's a witch," Sirius told him.
The woman growled. "How dare you address me like that, like you were some sort of disrespectful Whitecloak! I'm 'Aes Sedai,' not 'witch!'" she spat.
"What's a Whitecloak?" Harry asked Sirius. "And how could you tell she's a witch?"
"I could tell because..." Sirius began, but the woman began to wail in fright.
"Light help me! Two men who can channel!" she screamed in panic. Both Harry and Sirius could sense her doing some sort of magic, like she was shielding herself with her powers. But then, she fainted.
"Quick, Sirius, let's get her back in the car. We'll take her to the Leaky Cauldron, it's only a few blocks away. She needs medical help. You'd better drive..." Harry ordered. Sirius nodded and they both very carefully hauled her into the car. It occurred to Harry that it was nothing less than a miracle that the Muggles didn't notice. He glanced on the street one last time, and saw her knapsack. He grabbed it and jumped into the car.
Harry was thankful that Sirius at least knew how to drive. He was much too nervous to do it. "Sirius? What's channeling? Isn't that like calling on the dead or something?"
"That's something to ask old Snape sometime; he'd know all about that Dark Art." Sirius remarked.
Harry looked through her knapsack, looking for any sort of identification. All she really had in there was another thin dress, some underclothes, a small sack of gold and silver coins, and a strange shawl. It seemed like it was made of satin, but it was really like a shimmering silk. On the back of the shawl was a silver outlined design that looked a bit like a teardrop, only it was curved more like it had been half of the yin-yang symbol. And the fringe of the shawl was a bright blood red...
"No ID on her, Sirius. Is she awake yet?" Harry asked.
"No, but we'd better wake her up again; we're at the Leaky Cauldron," Sirius told Harry.
"I'll take her in. Can you send an owl to Hogwart's, and possibly get Madame Pomfrey? Unless Tom inside knows of a better nurse..." Harry muttered as he tried to rouse the woman awake. "I'll help you walk, but we have to get inside. I'm getting a Healer for you..." Harry told her. She seemed unfocused as she looked at Harry.
"A woman? Not a man!" she wailed.
"Er, yes. Yes, a woman. A very good healer," Harry played along; after all, it was beacuse of his lack of good driving skills that got her into this predicament in the first place.
"A Wise Woman? A Wisdom?" the woman demanded.
"A Nurse! A Wise Woman, yes..." Harry answered. The woman seemed to relax then as Harry took her into the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry saw some of the patrons of the pub look up at him in wonder. He grimaced under their stares; no doubt the topic of conversation that evening would be how Harry Potter had suddenly appeared at the Leaky Cauldron with an injured, half-hysterical witch. Thankfully, Tom, the bartender, had a room available for her. He promised to get a cauldron upstairs so that harry could whip up a potion to take some of the pain away while waiting for better medical help to arrive. Frowning, he helped the woman limp upstairs, wondering if his potion wouldn't kill her accidentally before Madame Pomfrey arrived.