A/N: Thanks to SnickleFrtiz and unnamed, and I will review because it's 12:57am, and I am bored. I got the idea for the ending, so prepare yourselves for the worst.
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
Raya looked up. A girl with fiery red hair smiled shyly at her. "Will you be my friend?" Raya hid a smile. Be friends with a witch? She looked much to innocent for that. But what does that matter? she thought.
Raya sighed, and pushed the hair out of her eyes. "Why? I'll be your friend, but I can't stand what you're learning here, and I might end up blowing things up."
Ginny's eyes widened, and Raya smiled. "Well...isn't that an idea. He wants me to enroll. Will he take a student who refuses to show up for class, and continually disrupts the school's flow of service? Thanks Ginny. We're best friends, as long as we keep secrets."
Harry and Ron watched Raya's eyes light up, and run up the stone steps into the building. "What do you think? Will she be put in Gryffindor?" Harry shrugged, strangely uncomfortable with the question. "Why should it matter? It's not like she'll try at all. Can't you feel it? She feels...different, or set apart. To just come in and be just like us? We're lucky Hermoine did."
Dumbledore smiled at his newest student. "So you believe you could now stand the test of your faith here?" Raya Rayza smiled. Of course her pride was beginning to kick in, now that she was free. "I will be the exact opposite of your star students, you know."
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course. I hope not to have to excommunicate you under any circumstances, but it is possible that I may have to..."
Rayza let his voice fade away. Wait a minute, excommunicate? What would she do, exiled from the very existence which began to bring her joy?
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
Raya looked up. A girl with fiery red hair smiled shyly at her. "Will you be my friend?" Raya hid a smile. Be friends with a witch? She looked much to innocent for that. But what does that matter? she thought.
Raya sighed, and pushed the hair out of her eyes. "Why? I'll be your friend, but I can't stand what you're learning here, and I might end up blowing things up."
Ginny's eyes widened, and Raya smiled. "Well...isn't that an idea. He wants me to enroll. Will he take a student who refuses to show up for class, and continually disrupts the school's flow of service? Thanks Ginny. We're best friends, as long as we keep secrets."
Harry and Ron watched Raya's eyes light up, and run up the stone steps into the building. "What do you think? Will she be put in Gryffindor?" Harry shrugged, strangely uncomfortable with the question. "Why should it matter? It's not like she'll try at all. Can't you feel it? She feels...different, or set apart. To just come in and be just like us? We're lucky Hermoine did."
Dumbledore smiled at his newest student. "So you believe you could now stand the test of your faith here?" Raya Rayza smiled. Of course her pride was beginning to kick in, now that she was free. "I will be the exact opposite of your star students, you know."
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course. I hope not to have to excommunicate you under any circumstances, but it is possible that I may have to..."
Rayza let his voice fade away. Wait a minute, excommunicate? What would she do, exiled from the very existence which began to bring her joy?
