I stared with wide eyes, cursing under my breath as I saw the scene in front of me; thousands of students were off the train searching for their friends, finding where they needed to be, and, in some areas, picking on the children younger than them.
"I hate big crowds."
I knew finding Ron and Harry was going to be extremely tough, but I wasn't going to find them just by standing in one place.
I took a deep breath as I elbowed my way through the crowd, hoping to find a familiar face.
"Excuse me."
"Pardon me."
"Oh Lord! That was my foot!"
"Excuse me. Have you seen Harry Potter by any chance?" (I got crazy looks when I asked that question.)
I continued with those phrases as I made my way through the center.
And, with my luck, when I reached the center, there was no one I knew.
"Move it, First Year!"
All of the sudden, I was pushed to the ground. I landed with a thud as I stared up into the face that would soon be a nemesis of mine for years. I couldn't see exact details with only the moonlight as an aid, but I immediately could see the green on his robes, his dark colored hair, and his extremely disgusting, crooked teeth as he and his friends laughed.
I then jumped up and glared at him. He seemed amused as he stepped forward while his friends continued to laugh.
"What are you going to do, First Year? Fight me? I'm a sixth year Slytherin. You wouldn't dare touch me if you were smart."
I honestly wasn't thinking about violence at the moment, but his idea was a good one. I raised my fist and punched him as hard as I could in the stomach since he was too tall for me to reach his face. He grunted and stumbled backwards as his friends came to his aid. I smiled as I was extremely pleased with myself. However, the smile immediately went away when three of his six foot tall friends began to walk towards me.
I put my hand in my pocket, reaching for my wand.
"Are you seriously that threatened by a first year? You Slytherin lot are pathetic."
I immediately turned around to look at the face who spoke.
There stood probably the most handsome boy I had ever seen in my life;
He had messy, dirty blonde hair.
His grey eyes shimmered in the light.
He was perfectly fit and he was just…
"Wow."
"You should move aside for this." He whispered in my ear as he walked in front of me.
I just stared in awe as I was completely unaware of what was happening.
"Flint, she's a First Year and you have your boys gang up on her? That's ridiculous and sad." Said the boy.
"You should stay out of this, Diggory." Flint said as he was now standing up on his own.
"Even you, a nasty Slytherin, have better things to do than beat up a First Year. Back off." Diggory said. He seemed a couple of years younger than Flint, but was obviously confident that he was just as skilled as Flint.
Then, all of the sudden, more people came our way. They all had yellow on their robes, as did Diggory. They easily outnumbered Flint's group.
Flint took a step back, obviously nervous, but he gave a smirk.
"I'll deal with you later, First Year. Get ready for one hell of a year."
He then walked off as his friends followed.
I was actually very surprised that I was able to make an enemy before school even started. That takes skill.
Diggory then turned around. He stared at me, shaking his head, but he was laughing.
"May I ask why you decided to punch Marcus Flint, out of all people?"
"I usually don't do that, but, in this case, he deserved it. He came my way and decided it would be entertaining to push me to the ground." I said defensively. I didn't want him to think I was violent. That's not a great first impression, now is it?
"You have some nerve to punch a sixth year student, especially one that's in Slytherin. I'm Cedric Diggory, by the way." Cedric said with a flawless smile as he held his hand out.
"I'm April Black. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for coming to my rescue." I said shaking his hand. He gave out a laugh.
"The pleasure's all mine." He said as he continued to show his perfect teeth.
"Cedric! Come on! The carriages are here!" I heard his friends call out.
"I'll see you at school, April. Hopefully you'll be sorted into Hufflepuff." He said with a wink as he then ran off to catch up with his friends.
I couldn't help but give out a little nervous laugh. I played with my curly, dark brown hair as I stared after him.
"Maybe Hogwarts isn't going to be so bad after all."
"Your friends are waiting for you, yet you choose to flirt with an older boy? You little rebel, you." Someone said as they put their arm around my shoulder and gave a little squeeze.
I immediately recognized the voice. Well…sort of.
"Fred or George?" I said as I stared at the red headed boy.
"I'm Fred. He's George." Said the other twin as he walked towards us.
"I believe you are confused, little brother. I'm Fred, and you're George."
"No, no. I believe you're confused. I'm –"
"Honestly! Who's who?" I said as I pushed myself away from the two.
"…Someone's a little moody." Said the twin who put his arm around me.
"Seriously. I believe it's someone's time of -"
He immediately stopped when I gave him a glare.
"I'm really George. That's Fred." Said George quickly, the one I gave a glare.
I stared at the two, and then smiled. They gave each other confused looks.
"You two can't fool me now. I know which is which." I said as I stared at their face details.
"Really? Wow! Our mum can't even tell us apart!" Fred said with a laugh.
"Well Fred, you said you saw Ron. Where is he? I've been looking for him."
"You didn't seem to be looking for anyone when I came." Fred said with a laugh as he was referring to me talking to Cedric.
"Fred!"
"Alright, alright. They're at the second to last door on the end of the train."
"You should run quickly though. Ron has a short temper, just like you, and Potter is famous, so you never know how he's going to act." George said, but I was already off to find the boys.

"Was it really necessary to take that long?" Ron complained when I reached the two.
"Oh shut up, Ron," I snapped, "Have you seen this crowd? Have you seen the length of this train? Have you seen the number of Slytherins running around the crowd, bullying the first years?"
Ron was silent.
"You got bullied by a Slytherin?" Harry asked curiously. He honestly seemed a little frightened as well since he was clearly a first year and was just as capable of being bullied.
"Yes and no. He pushed me, I punched him, others came before someone actually hurt me – it's a long story." I said as I then turned my head away. An image of the (absolutely perfect) Cedric came into my head; hair slightly blowing in the wind, eyes glimmering in the moonlight…
I sighed as I stared ahead. I then realized how beautiful the night sky was. I probably thought that because the lights from the sky made Cedric's eyes glitter, but it was also just beautiful without doing a thing.
My thoughts were then interrupted when I heard a loud, booming voice.
"Firs' Years! Firs' Years, over here!"
I stared at the huge man, waving his arms and calling all of the first year students. My eyes widened.
"He looks like a giant!"
"That's Hagrid. He's very gentle." Harry said before he ran up to the large man. I saw him give Hagrid a hug. When Hagrid hugged him back, I honestly thought he was going to kill the tiny boy.
Ron and I walked over as Hagrid and Harry were obviously catching up on things.
"How much did they need to catch up on? Harry just got into the Wizarding World".
"Oh Hagrid, this is Ron Weasley and April Black." Harry said as Ron and I waved (very cautiously).
"Nice ter meet you two," Hagrid said as he gave us a smile, "Firs' Years! C'mon, follow me!"
Once Hagrid saw the whole group of First Years crowded around, he began to lead us on a very small path throught the forest.
We soon reached the end of the trail to find ourselves at a lake, and at a stunning scene;
Hogwarts was just at the end of the lake. It towered over the lake as its lights were glimmering on every inch of the building. It was incredible.
Not only was I in awe at the scene, but every other First Year was as well. This was something that a lot of people aren't able to experience.
"Beauty, ain't it? Alright, no more'n four to a boat! C'mon! Hurry!" Hagrid yelled as he pointed at the long row of boats.
All of the sudden, every First Year was running to the boats so that they could find a boat and be able to sit with their friends. Ron, Harry, and I stared at each other, knowing we most likely were too slow.
We ran to a nearby, empty boat, but reached it just when Hermione and Neville did.
Before we could say anything, they hopped on.
"Can't we squeeze in five? We aren't fat or anything." Ron said. Even in the dark I could see Hermione's little smirk. She knew she won.
"I think he said no more than four for a reason." Harry said quietly. We stared at each other, knowing there probably wasn't any empty boats left.
"You know, I'll go find somewhere else to sit. You two can go on this boat." I said as I walked off before they could say anything. I was actually alright with giving up my seat because I really didn't want to sit with Hermione.
I looked at the long line of boats to see that they were all full. There may have been some space on the farther end boats, but I didn't want to walk that far. I then came up with an idea;
I walked towards the giant and attempted to tap his shoulder, but ended up only reaching his waist. He then kneeled down so he could be at my height.
"Sorry for bothering you, Mr. Hagrid. There doesn't seem to be any space left on any boat, so I was wondering if I could sit with you." I said with a sweet smile.
"'Course! C'mon in!" Hagrid said as he pointed to his extremely large boat. I stepped into the boat and walked to the very front of it so that Hagrid would have enough room to climb in.
When he did step in, my side of the boat lifted up. I held on for dear life as Hagrid made his way to the center to even out the weight.
"Sorry 'bout that." He said a little embarrassed. I just laughed though. I knew I was going to like him.
"Everyone in? Right then. Forward!"
All of the boats then began moving at the same time. I made myself comfortable because, at the speed of these boats and the size of this lake, we weren't going to reach Hogwarts quickly.
"Friend of Harry, eh?" Hagrid asked as he also made himself comfortable.
"Yes. I just met him. He's a very sweet boy."
"Modest, too. Actin' as if he didn' beat You Know Who."
"Absolutely. I like that about him. He doesn't get caught up in his fame, you know?"
There was a short time of silence. During this time, I stared in awe at the scene once again.
"April Black, ain't it?" Hagrid asked. I nodded my head, turning towards him once again. He then gave a smile.
"I dunno 'bout you, but I don' think he killed anyone."
"Who? Harry? Of course he did, Mr. Hagrid. Do you see the Dark Lord anywhere? I certainly don't." I said with a little laugh at Hagrid's assumption.
"I wasn' talkin' 'bout Harry."
I stared at Hagrid with curious eyes, but he stared up at the sky, acting as if he didn't say anything odd.
"Is he talking about Sirius?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I whispered quietly, but he was aware that I knew exactly what he was talking about.

Author's Note: I'm going to leave a note on the end of every chapter to mention some things;
Please excuse any errors. I do proof read my work, but I always seem to miss a couple of things.
And, of course, the actual story line of the Stone, all of the characters (except April), and certain lines (Hagrid's, for example) is not my work. It is clearly J.K. Rowling's creations and I give full credit to her.
As I said in the first chapter, I wrote this series a while ago while reading the book. I do not have the time to re-read it and check if I took lines from the book. If you notice that I have, please forgive me. I honestly try to write my own, original lines as much as I can.