...Modify? There's no modify. I was joking when I said that it was words fault! lol. I mean, It's suppossed to spell check it but I know it's not perfect.
Yes, I would like you to say the story's awsome... but since it's not...I guess you can't!
Some more story...
A few seconds later, a girl came out of the house wearing blue jean overalls and a purple shirt. She was about the same height a Harry and she had strait brown hair and bright green eyes. She waved as she walked up to them.
“Liz, these are our neighbors.” Sally said.
“Hi” She said “My name’s Elizabeth but please, call me Liz.”
“I’m Harry,” And just to make sure, he added, “Potter.” but she took no recollection of the name. They were muggles.
“C’mon! I’ll show you the inside of our new house!” Harry glanced at Aunt Petunia. She had taken out a notepad and pencil and was questioning Mrs. Willfern. Mrs. Willfern looked confused but was answering her.
“Okay.” Harry followed Liz inside. The house was just like the Dursley’s only empty. Liz led him into a room with fairies painted on the wall as a border. It had boxes all over the floor.
“I picked this room because of the fairies. I’m really interested in that type of stuff. You know, mystical stuff, and….magic and all that. I so wish I were a witch!” Harry’s stomach almost did a flip. So she DID know! “But Sally says there is no such thing and, sadly, I know she’s right.” Harry relaxed. She didn’t know.
“Why do you call your mom Sally?” Harry asked curiously, then caught himself. That was too rude. “I-I mean…she is your mom…right?”
“Well, sorta, I was adopted. I lived in an orphanage. No one knows where I came from. They said I just appeared one day outside the nursery.” She shrugged “I just don’t call her mom because she’s not my mom. I wish I knew who my real parents were.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I never knew my parents either. They died when I was a baby. I only have a few pictures of them.”
“Can I see them?” She asked.
“Sur-er…no…well I mean, they are…very sacred to me. I don’t let anyone see them…” Harry wasn’t about to show her the moving wizard pictures Hagrid had given him in his first year.
“Oh” She looked disappointed so Harry cast around for something to change the subject.
“My birthday’s coming soon.” Harry said.
“Really? So is mine!”
“Cool!” Harry said. Then he added hastily, “I would invite you, but I don’t really have parties. The Dursleys are my Aunt and Uncle and cousin and…they-Just then the door opened and Mrs. Wilfern popped her head in.
“Liz, you’d better start unpacking, and find those sleeping bags or you wont have any where to sleep tonight.”
“O-ok, Sally.” Mrs. Willfern left.
“I’ll help you.” Harry said.
