Hi guys, again sorry for the late update, have had a busy few months and a bit of writers block because it's hard to write directly from the books, and I was sick today so I though hey might as well wright another chapter. Anyway here it is, enjoy. R&R

Harry Potter belongs to J.

'Out of the way, Authur.' Mr Crouch was glaring at them, a cold tone in his voice. Taylor stood up gave him a 'Go-away-and-leave-me-alone' look and walked over to Mr Weasley, motioning the trio to do so too. Taylor stood there for the next 10ish minutes, being bored to death by the blames that were being throwed around, and then the accused Winky with Harry's wand.

Finally they were allowed back into their tent and Taylor lay awake for a few minutes thinking about what a full on year this was going to be.

Two days after the Quidditch terror, they were all sitting in the Burrows lounge room.

"So," Taylor began as she went and sat by Fred and George, "You guys ordering stuff?" They both looked up at her with a grin.

"Yup, hoping to start our own little business." She raised her eye brows and then crossed her legs on the couch.

"What is in store for us magic folk?" She questioned.

"Surprise-"

"Well not for you, but for the rest of the world it is." She smiled to herself, although she loved the Burrow she just wanted to get back to Hogwarts, and considering this was her first time going on the Hogwarts Express she was more than overwhelmed.

"It must be annoying knowing everything." Fred pointed out as he continued to write things down.

"Sometimes it's very annoying because I have read and seen it over and over again, but now I think about it, it's like being a witch God." They nodded.

"We learnt about God in Muggle Studies." George said.

"You actually listened?" Taylor asked surprised.

"Normally we don't but we got so bored that we actually decided to listen." Fred's voice was muffled from being hunched over the little piece of paper they were writing on.

"I'm impressed." She said. She could see their smiles blooming on their faces. She then continued reading her book, Narnia, the lion, witch and the Wardrobe, and seemed to slip into her own world for a while. It wasn't until she saw Harry and Ron make their way up to their room that she realised how late it was. "Well I'd better be off to bed, or I'll be grumpy and tired tomorrow." After wishing the family good night, she dragged herself up the many stairs of the Burrow. She made her way into Ginny's room and then put on her pyjamas. It wasn't until she had sat down on her bed that she discovered something sticking out of her suitcase, something thick, and something red. "Oh shit." She said as she paced to the other side of the room and pick the book out of her bag, "Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!"

"What's wrong?" A certain bushy haired girl said from the doorway, looking uneasily at Taylor.

"Hermione, somehow my Harry Potter book got into my bag, I must have left it in there from my holiday because I took my Hogwarts suitcase with me."

"Send it back to your mum." Hermione requested as she walked over to Taylor.

"No, I can't, I need to wait till we are back at Hogwarts because Dumbledore is the one that put the enchantment on my mail."

"What year is it from?" Hermione asked, looking over Taylor's shoulder. Taylor quickly pressed the front of the book against her chest so that Hermione couldn't see the title.

"This year." She said fearfully.

"What are you going to do with it? No one should see it!"

"For now I need to hide it." At that she kneeled down and stuffed the book under all of her neatly folded clothes which then became messy, but she didn't care as long as the book remained hidden and no one found it and read it.

The next morning, everyone waddled into the kitchen for breakfast. Mrs Weasley then told the people that were going to Hogwarts to go and check that they had packed everything. Harry and Ron were still in their room so Taylor ventured up there to discover them talking, so she went and sat on the floor by the door. They both knew she had come in so they said hello and then continued talking.

'Look, here's the stuff mum got for you in Diagon Alley. And she's got some gold out of you vault for you…and she's washed all your socks." The brunette watched as Ron dumped things on Harry's bed along with his socks. She watched as Harry opens all of the parcels and finds his school things, book, quills, parchment, potions stuff, etc.

'What's that supposed to be?' Ron snarled. Taylor followed Harry's eyes to what Ron was complaining about. Mrs Weasley came into the room at that moment with their Hogwarts robes.

'Here you are. Now mind you pack them properly so that they don't crease.' She put them down on the end of Harry's bed.

'Mum, you have given me Ginny's new dress.' With a disgusted expression he held out the material to his mum.

'Of course I haven't, that's for you. Dress robes!' Ron looked horrified.

'What?'

'Dress robes! It says on your school list that you're supposed to have dress robes this year…robes for special occasions.' Taylor smiled to herself, like she had said to the twins, she felt, again, like God knowing everything. She couldn't wait to mock him.

'You've got to be kidding!' Ron said, 'I'm not wearing those!'

'Everyone wears them Ron, even your father has some for smart parties.'

'I'll go starkers before I put that on!' he said stubbornly.

'Don't be silly. You've got to have dress robes, their on your list! I got some for Harry too…show him Harry…' Harry pulled out his dress robes to Mrs Weasley's orders and some suprisement appeared on his face as he took in the bottle green of the robes. Unlike Ron's they were more modern and without all of the horrid lace taking up every part of it. It looked as though it didn't have an old mouldy smell to it either.

'I thought they would bring out the colour of your eyes dear.' She said in her mothering voice. Taylor took this moment to make her exit. She really didn't feel up to the next argument so she went up to Ginny's room to check her own bag. When she was about to turn the handle she heard Mrs Weasley slamming Ron's door and making her way back down to the kitchen, Taylor sighed as she made her way into the bedroom.

"What was that all about?" Ginny asked from her bed.

"Ron was complaining about his dress robes." Ginny nodded.

"Well, at least we get to wear dresses, have you got yours yet?" She asked, walking over to her suitcase to put in some clothes.

"No not yet, my mum is going to send it out to me later on in the year. What about you Hermione?" Hermione looked over at them with a smile on her face.

"Yes, I have actually got my dress, me and my mum bought it together, it's beautiful."

"Oh I know." Taylor joked as she went and sat next to Hermione.

The next day everyone got up early so that they could get to the train station.

There, they all ran through the wall to get to Platform 9¾, which Taylor was so fascinated by, and then finally boarded the train. First time on the Hogwarts express and Taylor felt as though she was the happiest teenager in the world. And without ado the train started out of the station and away from all of the waving friends and family to start their journey to Hogwarts.

The day was gloomy and the rain became harder and harder throughout their journey. The excited teenager tried to make out the landscape but it was very hard to do so. Giving up after about half an hour, Taylor then joined into the conversation.

'But I think Durmstrang must be somewhere in the far north, somewhere very cold, because they've got fur capes as part of their uniforms.' Hermione said thoughtfully.

'Ah think of the possibilities, it would've been so easy to push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident…shame his mother likes him…' At this remark Taylor bursted out laughing.

"HAHA! That would be a great advantage for us wouldn't it?" She said.

By midday the train had got dark and the lanterns had to be lit. The trolley lady came around and Taylor got chocolate frogs, bertie bots every flavour beans and a cauldron cake. Throughout the day they had visits from many of their friends, filling in on the details about the Quidditch World cup and the 'gossip' of the holidays. But an unwanted figure came around at just the wrong moment.

Neville had come into their carriage to talk about the world cup and Ron had got onto the topic of Victor Krum.

'We saw him right up close as well! We were in the Top box-' Ron started.

'For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.' Taylor looked up to discover her 'friend' Draco Malfoy at the door with his famous smirk smothered all over his face. Behind him were his gang of 2, Crabbe and Goyle, who would probably do anything to get his approval. She gave him an icy glare.

'Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy.' Harry spat at him, but Malfoy's attention was elsewhere.

'Weasley…what is that?' He was looking over at Pigwidgeon's cage. Ron's dress robe's sleeve was dangling over the side. Ron attempted to grab the sleeve before Malfoy did but Malfoy was to quick and got to it before Ron and seized it. 'Look at this!' Malfoy smirked in ecstasy. He held up the dress robes in pure happiness and showed the two large boys. 'Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean-they were very fashionable in about 1890…'

'Eat dung Malfoy!' Ron protested as he snatched his old robes back, his face growing redder by the second.

'So…going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, you know…you'd be able to afford some decent robes if you won…'

'What are you talking about?" Ron spat and snapped at Malfoy.

'Are you going to enter?' Malfoy repeated 'I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?'

'Either explain what you're on about or go away, Malfoy.' Hermione said angrily. Believe it or not Malfoy's smirk got bigger and his face shone with evilness.

'Don't tell me you don't know? You've got a father and a brother at the ministry and you don't even know? My god, my father told me about it ages ago…heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Fathers always associated with top people at the ministry…maybe your father's too junior to know about it Weasley…yes…they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him…' Laughing, he and his two 'friends' disappeared into the corridor.

Ron got up and slammed the door so hard that the glass actually shattered. Luckily Hermione had her wand handy and quickly repaired it.

"What. ." Taylor commented about Malfoy. "I mean, 'I wish that I could bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles and we'd all eat it and be happy...' seriously.." She quoted and joked. Hermione laughed but the rest of the carriage looked confused. "Mean Girls? It's a movie, don't worry."

Finally the train came to a stop at the station and the train slowly emptied.

'Hi, Hagrid!' Harry yelled at a VERY tall man.

'All righ', Harry? See yeh at the feast if we don't drown.' And he walked with the first years over to where they would get in the boats to sail across to Hogwarts.

'Oooh, I wouldn't fancy crossing the lake in this weather.' Hermione shivered as they made their way to the carriages. Taylor was full of excitement and couldn't wait to step inside the beautiful castle once again. Hogwarts…

Well there it is, chapter 14, finally. Anyway hope you guys enjoyed and PLEASE review. xx