Hi everyone, IM SORRY, IM SORRY, IM SO SO SO SO SORRY! ITS BEING A MONTH, I had an assignment to do just before school started, and a test to study for, and I was working out how to write this chapter so yeah. Anyway this chapter should hopefully be longer than the last. I'm not getting any reviews anymore, PLEASE REVIEW, I DON'T KNOW WHAT ALL OF YOU ARE THINKING! I have had 100 and something views and only 4 or so people have commented, PLEASE COMMENT! Thank you to everyone who HAS commented and added me to their story Alerts, Author Alerts and favourite stories, it makes my day!

I did not write Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling did, so all of the harry potter characters belongs to her and every quote that has '..' those quotation marks are from the book and Miss Rowling's (except from Taylor's thoughts and other peoples thoughts) but Taylor Mundus is MINE! And so is the story line of her. Anyway enjoy hope you have enjoyed this chapter R&R x

With all of the money they could fit into their wallets, they set out towards the Quidditch World Cup, following the line of the lantern-lit trail. They could hear laughter, shouts and sometimes singing. They could hear thousands of people walking excitedly up to the game and they all couldn't stop grinning. It took them 20 minutes to walk through the wood, in which they talked loudly and joked about, until finally they emerged from the forest and found themselves in the shadow of a massive stadium, Taylor let out a low whistle, "Never thought it would be this big." She commented, as they all gazed at it. She then leant near Harry's ear and whispered, "Yes, I too think they could fit around 10 cathedrals in here." She smirked. He glared at her. After they talked about all of the muggle protection spells they had used, they went to the nearest entrance, which was swarmed by many people already.

'Prime seats!' said the Ministry witch when she looked at the tickets. 'Top box! Straight upwards, Arthur, and as high as you can go!' The stairs were carpeted in a rich purple, 'why the hell would they do that?' Taylor muttered to herself as they dragged themselves up more stairs. They were with a whole lot of other witches and wizards, but they started to disappear as they got higher. They finally got to their seats, which was set in a box as high as you could get and behind the golden goalposts. There were about 20 purple and gilt chairs in two rows and Mr Weasley's clan took the front seats. Once seated, Taylor looked over the field interestedly, there were thousands of witches and wizards taking their seats all over the stadium and the field looked so smooth like velvet or silk in a way, Taylor's attention then went to the blackboard with all of the ads on it.

'Dobby?' Harry asked. Her head whipped around to notice that a small house elf was sitting behind them, looking horrified. She nodded to herself, it was Winky, and man was she going to go through some shit this year, Taylor thought to herself.

'Did sir just call me Dobby?' The house elf asked curiously with a squeak. Ron and Hermione turned around in their seats too to get a look at what was going on.

'Sorry,' Harry apologised, 'I thought you were someone I knew.' He explained.

'Oh, but I knows Dobby too, sir.' The house elf squeaked. They went on to talk about how she knew Dobby and her name (Winky) and why she was so afraid to be up here and who her master was.

'So that's a house elf?' Ron asked, 'Their weird.'

'Dobby was weirder.' Harry explained. Ron pulled out his Omnioculars and was testing them on poor witches and wizards around the stadium.

'Wild.' He said as he pressed a button on them, 'I can make that bloke pick his nose again…and again…and again.' He joked.

"No way!" Taylor giggled, "Give me a look!" She looked through and watched the strange man picking his nose and she started laughing her head off as she gave the object back to Ron. "I think I'm going to piss my pants." She joked as Fred and George laughed at her facial expression. She calmed down and finally said, "Why was I laughing so much, I don't get it."

The box began to fill with many people and Taylor scanned them as they came. Mr Weasley seemed very popular as he kept getting up and shaking hands with people. At one point, Taylor leant across to Ron and whispered, "Percy seems to want to be noticed, eh?" He chuckled. The Minister, Cornelius Fudge walked into the room and quickly sought out Harry and greeted him like an old friend. He seemed to show Harry off to a man who Taylor knew to be foreign.

'…ah and here is Lucius.' Cornelius said as they golden trio whipped around to see their enemy Draco Malfoy with his parents, but Taylor calmly turned around and winked at him. Malfoy had been Harry's enemy since he had first met him in Diagon Alley, before Hogwarts. Taylor and Malfoy weren't friends and they weren't enemies anymore either, more acquaintances. He highly resembled his father with his blonde hair, and his mother had blonde hair too and was rather tall and thin, but, like it had said in the book, she resembled an expression as though she had something bad smelling under her nose. Taylor listened to their conversation, making sure to get everything.

'Ah Fudge,' Said Mr Malfoy. Taylor watched as the blonde man reached out his hand to shake the ministers. It was very weird for Taylor to be watching. 'How are you? I don't think you've met my wife Narcissa? Or our son Draco?' Taylor's attention went to Malfoy who was standing up very straight when his father introduced him, Taylor snorted. The atmosphere in the box changed as Mr Weasley and Mr Malfoy shot glances at each other as Harry turned to her and she raised her eye brows.

'Good Lord, Authur,' he said softly. 'What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?' Taylor tried to jump up but Hermione was already holding her shoulders down. 'It's alright. I'll just punch him another day!' She thought to herself as she continued to watch as she calmed down. Fudge seemed oblivious to everything. He seemed to like Mr Malfoy and think highly of him. Taylor felt like jumping off of the box. Poor Hermione got a glare from Mr Malfoy and she turned pink. His eyes then came upon Taylor.

"And who might you be?" He asked smugly.

"Taylor Mundus. Blood Status: Muggle Born and proud, so why don't you continue to your seats?" His lips curled into a strange smile and then himself, his wife and Draco made their way along to their seats. Draco shot the trio a glare and then followed his father. "What a horrible family!" Taylor stated, "I wonder who Draco gets it from!" She said sarcastically. Finally, Ludo's voice echoed through the stadium and the board turned to a score board.

'I wonder what they've brought?' said Mr Weasley, leaning forwards in his seat. 'Aaah! Veela!'

'What are Veel-' Hermione and Taylor watched as the boys eyes became transfixed onto the dancing girls on the field. Realising what laughs they were in for, she got comfortable in her chair and let out a giggle.

"What's so funny?" Hermione asked, glancing a worried look in the boys' direction.

"Oh you'll see." Taylor turned around to the Malfoy's who seemed to not be watching the Veela's. Taylor wasn't very impressed with this; she wanted to see them trying to get to the dancing girls. They watched as the boys seem to edge ever closer to the edge of the box. The biggest laugh came from Taylor's mouth as Hermione asked Harry what he was doing when the music stopped. Both boys seemed very embarrassed which made Taylor laugh more.

"Told you that you would see." She smirked as Harry slumped back in his chair. Taylor glanced over at Malfoy who seemed as though he had had a glimpse of the Veela but yet seemed very calm. He noticed her looking at him and raised an eyebrow so she, in return, stuck her tongue out at him and then turned around in her seat to watch the rest of the game. Angry yells were still filling the stadium; of course they were all men.

Hermione tutted, 'Of course.' She spat. After the 'performance' bit of the game was finished the balls were released and the game was on. Taylor sat trying to watch the game but everything was a blur, they were going so fast on their brooms. She would listen out, instead, to the commentator and try to discover what the hell was going on. Goals were scored, boos and cheers filled the stadium, until Taylor thought that she might give up on trying to watch.

As the game finally came to a close and they all made their way back to the tent. All that Taylor could remember was her head hitting the pillow on her warm bed…