Ok... So hi anyone reading this. This is my first FanFiction writing. I don't have a beta so apologies for any grammar and punctuation mistakes, im still learning all the rules on that sort of thing, been a long time since I was at school!

Enjoy the Fic, PLEEEESE review even to just say you read it, I would like to see what interest it has. (DISCLAMER) I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters or anything you may recognize in this Fic, its all just inspired by the true owner JK Rowling! 1 up 2 the PotterVerse

Hermione sat under a parasol on a quiet street in the quaint little village of Ottery St Catchpole, she had read a review that it was a quiet out of the way village, just what Hermione was looking for to write her next works. You see Hermione was a writer, she was lucky enough to be taken on as an apprentice after her schooling finished. She soon proved herself an excellent choice and has since been give free reign to write as she sees fit. Hermione loved to write, she mainly wrote children's books with educational undertones, she liked the idea that children could enjoy a book and learn from it at the same time. Hermione was a bit of a bookworm, always with a book in her hands, whether it be for pleasure or studies she just loved them. The ability to get lost in the pages, transported somewhere else, and now a writer herself, she lived for it. That's why she was here in this little village, she would rent a holiday cottage for however long it took for her next book she was working on to be complete. She always went to some out of the way area, the quieter the better, she enjoyed just relaxing and letting the story develop and flow around her.

It was mid-June and the weather was just warming up nicely. Hermione sat under her parasol with a glass of ice tea beside her just taking in the gentle bustle around. It was early in the day and she supposed the local people were running there errands, it was nice to see no cars, it seemed everyone walked here, very different from the busy metropolitan environment where Hermione worked in the city.

A few people were coming and going, the little shop across the street from her seemed to be the hub of the village, people stopping to say hello or fuss the others dog, everyone seemed to know everyone but none paid mind to her, the stranger, just sitting there observing, occasionally someone would smile and she would return the gesture politely. Just then, she noticed something on the floor. She stood up and went over, bending down she picked it up. It was a book! Quickly looking around to see who may have dropped it, she saw a flash of red hair disappear around the corner. taking on a quick trot she reached the corner ready to call out to the person to enquire if they had dropped it but there was no one there, the road ended a couple of passes on turning in to a field, a fair sized one at that, no bushes or trees nearby to obstruct her view, where did they go? she wondered.

"Oh what a shame," she sighed turning back on her heal and slowly walking back to her little table and chair where she was sat before.

Sitting down she looked the book over, no title, nothing on the binding, this was no written book, it was a note book. Looking around once more she fingered the book wondering whether it could be private, perhaps there was the owners name inside or better an address for where to return it.

I'll just have a quick look she thought, I won't read anything within.

Flipping through the pages to get to the front she suddenly noticed there was no writing in it at all! There were drawings. With her interest piqued, she slowly stopped flipping the pages, wow she thought, these are really good drawings. Thumbing through the pages, she stopped every now and then to look closer at the drawing contained on that page. They were all sketches, some with a small amount of color on them, most just in pencil. There were some cute little drawings of what she could only suppose were gnomes, she let a little giggle escape her as she came across a particularly amusing drawing of a gnome sneaking up on another gnome who appeared to be snoozing by a giant daisy, there was a little bit of yellow and red color added on the page and it really came to life. Hermione appreciated the beauty of art, Oh how she wished she could draw or paint. So many of her works needed illustrating and although the company had an illustrator, Hermione didn't think much of his work. Perhaps when she found the owner of this book she could inquire if they would be willing to do some illustrations for her books! Turning the pages in the book she saw more funny little scenes from the gnomes and further on in the book there were some scenic sketches, she wondered if they were local, beautiful drawings of sweeping fields that seemed to go on forever, even on the paper. It was as if the view was seen from upon high looking down and across the land. Another page contained many of the same image, what looked like a little ball with wings, but the intricate pattern drawn on the ball gave it such depth and beauty! A few more pages on there was a scene, as if looking up, with grate depth, far away it seemed there were drawn, five hoops on poles, they seemed to go up forever and there were little blurs in the sky, these had a red tinge or blue tinge to them and in the foreground was a ball with chunks out of it, the detail of that ball was astounding, the artist captured every bit of texture on it, down to the cracks in the leather! The more Hermione looked through the book the more she was determined to find the owner and ask them to draw for her. There were some odd pictures in the book, like a shed with brooms leaning against the side and a cloak on a hook, even these were amazingly drawn, with immense detail, there was the most beautiful drawing of a quill and ink pot, you don't see those any more, she thought.

Putting down the book, she looked up at the street around her, hoping perhaps the owner had returned upon realizing they were missing their book. Surely this must be quite precious to them. No one was around, it was getting late in the morning, with most people having finished running there errands or dog walking. Hermione got up and nipped inside to find a piece of paper, she marvelled at the crisp whiteness of it finally realizing that the pages she had just been staring at were infect more like parchment than normal paper and what a lovely effect it had because of that. She turned her attention back to the note she was going to write, I'll just jot down that I recovered this notebook and where the owner can find me. With that done, she popped across the road to the little shop.

"Yes miss can I help you," the little old woman behind the counter said with a nice smile and a welcoming gesture.

"Um, I was just hoping you could put this note in your window. You see, I found this book and if someone comes looking for it they can see where to retrieve it from," informed Hermione.

"Certainly dear, here's some tacky to attach it with. Anywhere you like dear."

Hermione willingly took the blue tack and took a second to place it correctly and straight, she put it at average eye level on the glass near to the shop door facing out to the street. That's where she looked if there were any sign's she ever noticed. Happy that she had done something proactive in the resulting return of the book to it owner, she went back to the cottage. She bustled around inside getting some lunch and returned to her spot under the parasol ever hopeful the owner would show up to reclaim their book.