This fic started in my mind after carrying clean clothes upstairs and listening to Relient K's song, Failure to Excommunicate. It's going to be AU, I'm sure, so beware.
Failure to Excommunicate
It's disgusting, their priorities
And how we're entrusting them with authority
Their gavel's gone down before they looked in your heart
They finished this race(ism) before they reached the start
Jesus loved the outcasts
He loved the ones the world just loves to hate
And as long as there's a heaven
There'll be a failure to excommunicate
The small young woman looked timid and fragile. "Do you understand your punishment, Raya Rayzi?"
Raya nodded. "Yes. You are sending me to a Scottish palace to serve as a handmaiden."
Raya mistress laughed. "Oh no. I'm not that merciful. Yes, I am sparing your life, but I would not send you to a normal house a few miles from here. I met a very strange man in England a few weeks ago. He said that he would be happy to deal strongly with you." There was a maniacal glint in Raya's mistress' eye. "He claimed he taught a school of wizards! Now you'll be cleaning up dragon messes and deadly spell concoctions!"
Raya turned her back. "Prepare to whip me, ma'am. I will never go to a wiccen school." The woman laughed, and tripped her slave. As Raya landed on the ground, Ms. Luni pressed her foot to Raya's neck. "You would rather die than go to life with a strange old man? You truly are a fool! Besides, witchcraft is popular! Reconsider, brat."
By morning Ms. Luni had Raya chained, and was ready to push her in a cage. "I would have treated you like an equal! Now you'll force this to appear like-" Raya laughed. "And how is this any different? He is buying me, and you get your gold." She was rewarded with a slap and a sharp shove into her cage. "Graciella, pull your friend."
Graciella was a small spanish maid who was the mistress' favorite. The girls had been friends, the hated and the loved servants.
"You could have been sweeter, Raya! Then you wouldn't have had to leave!" Raya laughed. "Believe me, I'll find some way to escape. That's the way it goes."
At the train station, Ms. Luni greeted her friend cheerfully. "Dumbledore! Splendid to see you! I'm sorry to burdn you with this wretch, but you asked to see them before I send them to the only place you can sell them anymore."
Dumbledore smiled. "Well, it's the first you offered, so I think I'll take her."
"Are you sure you don't wish to see her?"
"Madam, you know as well as I do that if I examine her here, we shall arouse suspicion. I will just have to hope you have not made me pay for a dead slave."
The banter went on for several minutes. Graciella wept openly. "Is this one giving you trouble also?"
"Oh? No, sir! She's a splendid girl, just quite attached to Raya. Ignore her, sir."
Raya sat crouched in her box for a good hour. Before Ms. Luni left, she 'accidentally tripped' over the box, deliviring a solid kick to Raya's rib cage. She then walked happily away.
Dumbledore laughed. "And she thinks I didn't even see that one coming. Well, Raya. Are you ready for Hogwarts?"
Failure to Excommunicate
It's disgusting, their priorities
And how we're entrusting them with authority
Their gavel's gone down before they looked in your heart
They finished this race(ism) before they reached the start
Jesus loved the outcasts
He loved the ones the world just loves to hate
And as long as there's a heaven
There'll be a failure to excommunicate
The small young woman looked timid and fragile. "Do you understand your punishment, Raya Rayzi?"
Raya nodded. "Yes. You are sending me to a Scottish palace to serve as a handmaiden."
Raya mistress laughed. "Oh no. I'm not that merciful. Yes, I am sparing your life, but I would not send you to a normal house a few miles from here. I met a very strange man in England a few weeks ago. He said that he would be happy to deal strongly with you." There was a maniacal glint in Raya's mistress' eye. "He claimed he taught a school of wizards! Now you'll be cleaning up dragon messes and deadly spell concoctions!"
Raya turned her back. "Prepare to whip me, ma'am. I will never go to a wiccen school." The woman laughed, and tripped her slave. As Raya landed on the ground, Ms. Luni pressed her foot to Raya's neck. "You would rather die than go to life with a strange old man? You truly are a fool! Besides, witchcraft is popular! Reconsider, brat."
By morning Ms. Luni had Raya chained, and was ready to push her in a cage. "I would have treated you like an equal! Now you'll force this to appear like-" Raya laughed. "And how is this any different? He is buying me, and you get your gold." She was rewarded with a slap and a sharp shove into her cage. "Graciella, pull your friend."
Graciella was a small spanish maid who was the mistress' favorite. The girls had been friends, the hated and the loved servants.
"You could have been sweeter, Raya! Then you wouldn't have had to leave!" Raya laughed. "Believe me, I'll find some way to escape. That's the way it goes."
At the train station, Ms. Luni greeted her friend cheerfully. "Dumbledore! Splendid to see you! I'm sorry to burdn you with this wretch, but you asked to see them before I send them to the only place you can sell them anymore."
Dumbledore smiled. "Well, it's the first you offered, so I think I'll take her."
"Are you sure you don't wish to see her?"
"Madam, you know as well as I do that if I examine her here, we shall arouse suspicion. I will just have to hope you have not made me pay for a dead slave."
The banter went on for several minutes. Graciella wept openly. "Is this one giving you trouble also?"
"Oh? No, sir! She's a splendid girl, just quite attached to Raya. Ignore her, sir."
Raya sat crouched in her box for a good hour. Before Ms. Luni left, she 'accidentally tripped' over the box, deliviring a solid kick to Raya's rib cage. She then walked happily away.
Dumbledore laughed. "And she thinks I didn't even see that one coming. Well, Raya. Are you ready for Hogwarts?"
