Hi..this is my first fan-fiction so please comment on how I´m doing..OK??
It´s a story about love and patience so if you wanna know more ..just read it!!
Disclaimer : Everything is owned by J.K.Rowling...except the plot...which I´ve made up.
Chapter 1
On a sunny morning Ginevra woke up in her small bedroom in an American countryside town. The house looked like it was nearly 300 years old and nobody had done any repair yet.
It was painted in an ugly green color with white sash windows on which the painting looked almost gray now. To the house belonged also a little garden which was now in a state of uproar, the soil was dug up and there were knew plants growing everywhere.
It was only natural because it was early spring and the sun was sending warm rays all over the place. The cold and unpleasant winter was long forgotten and the birds were singing a symphony on the summer. It was nearing midday when a small boy entered the house. He was about six years old and his name was Aristide. Yo could think think that he was a beautiful little boy. Indeed he was. His hair was a pleasant shade of red and his face was covered in freckles. His form was thin and lanky, looking almost underfed. As he stepped into the house a woman came rushing to him and greeted him with an enthusiasm nowhere to be seen before. Although the boy didn't say a word his mother could see in his eyes that he was happy to see her. What surprised her even more was the fact that he said "Wella" and in his language this meant "Hello". Because the only flaw that this little cute boy had that he couldn't speak like his classmates did. His speech skills could be compared to a 3 year old. Instead of learning hundreds of new things each day like the other kinds in his age did, he learned only a few. But his mother was thankful for even that fact.
She said " Hi honey. today was your last day at school, from now on your gonna study with Mommy, is that OK with you?" As she half expected the boy didn't answer her. He started looking around , probably searching for his cat Fluffy. The reason why Ginevra was going to home-school the boy was that the doctors didn't know what illness or problem he was going through. She figured out that in this familiar place he could easier concentrate on things concerning his school work or his education.
She had spoken to so many doctors that it hurt. Each and everyone had told her that she should give the boy to a specialist and when she had given him there he didn't make any progress. So now she was at a loss to what to do with him.
One day when she went home from a shopping with Ari in the little town a sweet little girl had asked Ari if he would like to play with her. All she got from him was a brief glance and then he marched farther. Of course, the little girl was very hurt and Ginevra had to invite her to a ice-cream so that she would stop crying from this rudeness.
Sometimes she was thinking about her pregnancy. The doctors had told her that if she didn't give him away it could be a complicated birth. Not only for her but for the infant. But as she was raised to respect all people she decided to keep him. It was going against her morals to do an abortion. She didn't want to kill such a helpless being.
So six years and many troubles later she stood here in front of Ari who was sitting in his chair and in front of him lay his new textbooks. Ginevra decided to teach her son the alphabet and the numbers. She was very hard trying to stay patient. After an hour and half her son had only learned how to spell A,B and C. She was frustrated but she was going to try everything that was in her power to make her son speak as the other kids.
R&R.. Please what do you think? It´s kind of boring but I promise that the action starts soon:-D
PS : I´m sorry if there are problems with the spelling or grammar but I´m not English so it´s a little bit difficult to write it for me ...and I´m sorry if it´s too short ...I´m going to post a new chapter soon