Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, that right belongs to
J. K. Rowling and company. The Craft is a real religion that is practiced by
many, myself included, a form of which is known as Wicca. While some facts
may be stretched a little, the general idea of the religion is true.
Summary: A practicing Wiccan visits Hogwarts in the gang's sixth year. The
results are astounding.
A/N: This story is going to be a little AU, especially the effects of
certain spells and things like that, to gain the desired effect. I hope that
no one becomes offended by this.
Rowan Windchild, Daughter of the Goddess
Chapter One
"Just what do you think you were doing? You could have been killed!"
A young girl sat in a large conference room, being reprimanded by a stern
looking woman with light blond hair. The woman's ice blue eyes flashed in her
anger, but it seemed to have little effect on Rowan, who had been in this
exact situation more times than could be remembered.
High Priestess Caladel looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her and
sighed. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could never get the
seventeen-year-old to see the sense of her words.
The High Priestess rose, walking over to stand by a large window overlooking
the school grounds. She watched as students ran from one end of the yard to
the other, obviously late for their next class. A light smile graced her lips
as she remembered her own days at the Academy, which at the time had been
extremely smaller than it was now. Back in that time many tended to keep
their practice of the Craft secret, and few ever shared their knowledge or
taught others what they knew. Only recently had society grown more excepting,
allowing parents to send their children to learn more of their religion, its
origins and various practices.
Turning back to Rowan, she said, "It has been a little over two weeks since
you graduated, has it not?" At the girl's silent nod she continued. "We have
recently received an invitation from a headmaster of a school for one of our
students to visit.Would you be interested? You wouldn't be attending classes,
but instead helping to show those at the school how we live."
Rowan's green eyes widened when she heard this. Caladel was supposed to be
scolding her, she knew she deserved it. Going into such a deep level of
meditation without someone to support you was highly dangerous, and at times
had proven fatal. She had come here thinking she was going to be told how
dissapointing she was, how she was a shame to the Academy and had instead
been offered the chance of a lifetime. To be able to spread knowledge of the
Craft of the Wise was an honor and she wasn't going to lose the chance.
"Of course I'm interested! How could I not be? It would be an honor to do
this." After a pause she asked, "Just what school am I going to?"
Caladel answered simply, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their
Headmaster in Professor Albus Dumbledore."
The girl's jaw dropped. "Hogwarts? Wizardry? Just what in the name of the
Goddess-"
"The people there teach a different form of magick than we do. Apparently,
there are many schools all over the world that teach it, but all are kept
secret. Only recently have we learned of them and they of us. We have
both agreed to allow our practices to be studied and shared. This is the
first of many steps we are to take."
"But why me? Why should I be the one to go?"
The older woman smiled. "Because the Goddess wills it. She has given me a
vision, telling me that you are to be the one to bridge this gap. Your fate
and that of the people at this school are intertwined. How, I do not know,
but I believe it might have something to do with your parents."
Her parents? What could this have to do with them? Her mother had been a
priestess of the Craft, or so Caladel had told her. Her mother, who's name
had been Elizabeth, had come to the High Priestess begging her to take her
baby daughter and train her at the school. Upon agreeing, Elizabeth had fled,
seemingly fearing for her child's safety as well as her own.
Nothing was known of her father; Rowan had not even a name or the barest
glimpse of knowledge to go on. Over the years she had tried every spell,
meditation, and scrying technique she could get her hands on, but time and
again all she received for her efforts was a week and bed with a splitting
headache and little energy for anything. Yet still she tried, never totally
giving up hope...
The older woman seemed to sense the girl's thoughts, and broke in, "Whatever
the reasons, this much is known to be truth. It is what you are destined to
do."
A/N: As you can see, some things have been added. What do you think of
Rowan's past? I know it's a lot like Harry's, but I didn't even realize the
similarities until after I had written them. They would have been changed,
except I can't figure out how to get it where I end up with a different path
to the same ending. Confusing, I know, but think what I'm going through!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 3, 2002
Updated: November 22, 2002
J. K. Rowling and company. The Craft is a real religion that is practiced by
many, myself included, a form of which is known as Wicca. While some facts
may be stretched a little, the general idea of the religion is true.
Summary: A practicing Wiccan visits Hogwarts in the gang's sixth year. The
results are astounding.
A/N: This story is going to be a little AU, especially the effects of
certain spells and things like that, to gain the desired effect. I hope that
no one becomes offended by this.
Rowan Windchild, Daughter of the Goddess
Chapter One
"Just what do you think you were doing? You could have been killed!"
A young girl sat in a large conference room, being reprimanded by a stern
looking woman with light blond hair. The woman's ice blue eyes flashed in her
anger, but it seemed to have little effect on Rowan, who had been in this
exact situation more times than could be remembered.
High Priestess Caladel looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her and
sighed. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could never get the
seventeen-year-old to see the sense of her words.
The High Priestess rose, walking over to stand by a large window overlooking
the school grounds. She watched as students ran from one end of the yard to
the other, obviously late for their next class. A light smile graced her lips
as she remembered her own days at the Academy, which at the time had been
extremely smaller than it was now. Back in that time many tended to keep
their practice of the Craft secret, and few ever shared their knowledge or
taught others what they knew. Only recently had society grown more excepting,
allowing parents to send their children to learn more of their religion, its
origins and various practices.
Turning back to Rowan, she said, "It has been a little over two weeks since
you graduated, has it not?" At the girl's silent nod she continued. "We have
recently received an invitation from a headmaster of a school for one of our
students to visit.Would you be interested? You wouldn't be attending classes,
but instead helping to show those at the school how we live."
Rowan's green eyes widened when she heard this. Caladel was supposed to be
scolding her, she knew she deserved it. Going into such a deep level of
meditation without someone to support you was highly dangerous, and at times
had proven fatal. She had come here thinking she was going to be told how
dissapointing she was, how she was a shame to the Academy and had instead
been offered the chance of a lifetime. To be able to spread knowledge of the
Craft of the Wise was an honor and she wasn't going to lose the chance.
"Of course I'm interested! How could I not be? It would be an honor to do
this." After a pause she asked, "Just what school am I going to?"
Caladel answered simply, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their
Headmaster in Professor Albus Dumbledore."
The girl's jaw dropped. "Hogwarts? Wizardry? Just what in the name of the
Goddess-"
"The people there teach a different form of magick than we do. Apparently,
there are many schools all over the world that teach it, but all are kept
secret. Only recently have we learned of them and they of us. We have
both agreed to allow our practices to be studied and shared. This is the
first of many steps we are to take."
"But why me? Why should I be the one to go?"
The older woman smiled. "Because the Goddess wills it. She has given me a
vision, telling me that you are to be the one to bridge this gap. Your fate
and that of the people at this school are intertwined. How, I do not know,
but I believe it might have something to do with your parents."
Her parents? What could this have to do with them? Her mother had been a
priestess of the Craft, or so Caladel had told her. Her mother, who's name
had been Elizabeth, had come to the High Priestess begging her to take her
baby daughter and train her at the school. Upon agreeing, Elizabeth had fled,
seemingly fearing for her child's safety as well as her own.
Nothing was known of her father; Rowan had not even a name or the barest
glimpse of knowledge to go on. Over the years she had tried every spell,
meditation, and scrying technique she could get her hands on, but time and
again all she received for her efforts was a week and bed with a splitting
headache and little energy for anything. Yet still she tried, never totally
giving up hope...
The older woman seemed to sense the girl's thoughts, and broke in, "Whatever
the reasons, this much is known to be truth. It is what you are destined to
do."
A/N: As you can see, some things have been added. What do you think of
Rowan's past? I know it's a lot like Harry's, but I didn't even realize the
similarities until after I had written them. They would have been changed,
except I can't figure out how to get it where I end up with a different path
to the same ending. Confusing, I know, but think what I'm going through!
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 3, 2002
Updated: November 22, 2002