Pae: Do I really need to do this? I don't own anything—J. K. Rowling does... Enjoy!

How to start? How to start this? OK, so I've been sitting here for an hour staring at a blank screen... This is not going good. Not good at all...

A woman with brown hair with small waves and crimps, had it up in a messy bun. She leaned back and used the heel of her hand to rub the sting from her eyes. The woman, as you all may know, was named Hermione. She was smart, pretty, and very realistic.

"Where has all my creativity gone? Honestly... It's like it was stolen out from under my nose."

She looked away from the screen to let her eyes rest. Since sitting there for an hour had dried her throat out so it was like a desert. She got up to get a drink of whatever was available to her.

Hermione strolled into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door. She grimaced at the contents. Half-drunk sodas that have been sitting there for days, unwrapped leftovers; nothing any sane person would eat. Fortunately for Hermione, she wasn't in any sane condition so she took one of the soda cans and downed it.

"Bleaagh!" Hermione spit out the liquid in the sink and washed her mouth out with the tap water... which wasn't any better than the stale soda.

"Last time I let food and drinks sit for days and days—" The buzzer sounded. Hermione looked towards the door. Brzzzz. Brzzzz. "Who the hell would that be... It's only 11 o'clock at night..." She scoffed. "I swear, whoever is at the door... Tonight will be the worst night of their life."

Hermione walked to the door and opened it. A cold blast of air shocked her because earlier it was sweltering hot out. She looked around, then her eyes dropped. A small baby was wrapped up in a fuzz-covered forest green blanket, its eyes were closed and it was breathing softly.

"Who would leave a small child out on a night like this?"