The Christian that went to Hogwarts

D: it's not mine!! *whimpers*

A/N: IT'S A JOKE...dont get all pissy with me and tell me im eternally damned..i dont need reminders...*G* j/k...i am actually a (Stupid pagen girl in background: you're a fish?) no...i'm a Christian. (S.P.G: what's that got to do with a fish???)

onto chapter two.

Chapter two: Reactions.

Ariana sat on the light blue couch in the living room, curled up with a pillow rocking back and forth, staring down at the floor.

"well..." Her Father looked at her, but didn't have any comforting words. "Go play outside, your mother and i will talk and pray about this."

"It's 9:30 at night!" Ariana protested.

Her father looked up at the clock, obviously confused. "oh. so it is...then go back to your room."

"yes daddy." she replied, and raced halfway up the stairs when her parents voices made her freeze to listen.

"what are we....Ariana, all the way." her mothers voice sternly ordered.

sighing, Ariana walked up the stairs, closed the door to her room, and lay down on the landing just to the right of the stairs.

"what are we going to do Stephen?" her mothers voice was worried. "she's too young to go into a...she's too young."

"but God wouldn't have the letter sent if he didn't feel her capable of witnessing."

"She's going to be a missionary, Stephen. she..."

"would gain exellent experience from witnessing to pagens."

"but...what if they...that is to say...what if she becomes..."

"she won't. she'll have us, and the entire church praying for her. i'll get on the message board and send out prayer requests to the other pentecostal churches on the list."

"But Stephen..."

"look. lets pray about it. if God says no, she wont go. if God says yes, we need to send her."

Ariana stood up as her parents began to pray, and slipped into her room.

she already knew the final answer. and a feeling of dread filled her from her toes to her forehead.

she was going to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

she was going to be surrounded by witches and wizards, and taught to curse people.

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the next morning, Ariana sat down for breakfest, noticing her mother looked as though she hadn't slept all night. as her father walked in, buttoning his collar, with his suit jacket slung over his right arm.

taking a piece of toast while her mother poured her a glass of orange juice, Ariana looked expectantly up at her father.

"you're going." he said firmly. Ariana saw a tear run down her mothers cheek, which was quickly wiped away.

Ariana nearly dropped her toast. "but, i dont want to."

"i understand Ariana. but you wouldn't have recieved the letter if God didnt mean for you to go." he paused. "to Witness. Ariana sweety God has Chosen you to be a light to those...people. you can show them the way to eternal life. you might very well be the only chance they have at hearing the gospel."

"I'll go." Ariana tried to look brave.

"Thats my soldier." Stephen smiled proudly, but Ariana caught her mom wiping away another tear.

a/n: once again, a shortie, but i want to hurry up and get to the juicy 'good girl' torture...or rather, introducing Ariana to the wild world of wizardy...muhahahaha...

next Chapter: Diagon Alley