Ok, so I was reading someone elses fanfic and in the intro they talked about their plot bunnies. I love this idea and now I can't help but picture my own. (If I remember which fic it was I'll come back and credit properly)

So although I had intended to have fics fully planned before starting since all my plot bunnies are hopping around Harry Potter at the moment, here I go, hopefully I can keep the plan fan enough ahead to not get stuck to often.

This chapter is quite short but its more of an introduction anyway. :)

Sylvia Blackhart sat in the front room of her father's family's house. She was curled up on the faded red armchair in the bay window, with her legs tucked beneath her. The evening sun dimly lit up the old room as it shone weakly through the grey panes of glass. An open letter was lying in her lap, the parchment rustled quietly as she read it through again.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Blackhart,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, transferring into the second year of education from home schooling. Please find attached a full list of necessary books and equipment for both years.

First year work is expected to be read and understood before term starts on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy headmistress

The sun slipped behind the terrace of Victorian houses across the street and the room darkened. As she stood up Sylvia caught sight of her reflection in the window, her jet-black hair fell half way down her back in a straight, sleek curtain. It was parted in the middle and neatly framed her pale, slightly rounded, face. The last rays of the sun caught her sea-green eyes as they sparkled in triumph to match the smile spreading across her faded pink lips, with a place at Hogwarts she could finally get out of the stuffy old house and, more importantly away from her grandmother.

Sylvia's father had died when she was very young, but she had never met him anyway, her mother had married into the Blackhart family only to keep her own bloodline as pure as possible. Shuddering at the thought, Sylvia briefly remembered her mother's long rants about the nobility and power her daughter was supposed to be carrying through her veins. The concept of the pureblood hierarchy had never been one that Sylvia was able to grasp; the whole idea of being superior simply because of your bloodline had never sat well with her. Especially having now spent time with her paternal relatives, it was more unsettling than ever to see how fanatical some of the old families had become. When she found out she was dying Sylvia's mother had brought her back to the stately urban house in London, charging the matriarchal old Patricia Blackhart with her daughters care. Sylvia's grandmother had agreed only because she felt it her duty to uphold the honor of the family name by not abandoning her youngest son's pureblood child. It had been clear from the beginning that Sylvia was expected to be an almost unnoticed presence in the house, the lessons in magic that she had been receiving from her mother had been abandoned and no mention of school had been voiced. After only a month of the silent judgment Sylvia constantly felt from her grandmother she had taken matters into her own hands and sent the family owl to Hogwarts to ask to become a student.

Now all that was left was to inform the horrid woman of her intention to leave come the first of September. Sylvia stepped silently through the dark corridors of the house, the thick burgundy carpet absorbing all sound from her footsteps as she walked past the dark wooden furniture and up the staircase to her grandmother's room. Knocking quietly on the imposing door Sylvia waited for the summons, making sure to keep her head low and her voice calm.

"Come." An imperious voice sounded from the room beyond and Sylvia slipped inside. Her grandmother sat in an armchair by the fire as though it were a throne, her thin, white hair scraped back into a harsh bun at the back of her head. Her grey eyes bored into Sylvia as she closed the door, whilst her wrinkled hands clutched the rounded top of a walking cane. "Well?" She asked, waiting for her only grandchild to speak.

"I have received a letter from Hogwarts, Grandmother." Responded Sylvia, "I will be able to start there in September, in the second year with the rest of my age."

Patricia Blackhart leaned back in her chair, scrutinizing the twelve year old before her. "So they accepted you, I still hold that Durmstrang would have been the better choice but Hogwarts has its own prestige as well. I will have Henry accompany you to Diagon Alley on Saturday so that you can buy the suitable equipment. I won't have a Blackhart child arriving at school with second hand rubbish. I expect you to uphold the honor of that lineage girl." She snapped, her eyes hardening even further. (She never called Sylvia by her name) "Do not forget that." With a wave of her hand she dismissed Sylvia and returned to gazing at the fire.

"Yes, Grandmother." Sylvia said in barely more than a whisper. Relived at the briefness of the conversation, but with a sinking heart at the thought of going shopping with her uncle, Sylvia disappeared upstairs to her own room and began to write a reply to Hogwarts.

Yeah... looking back that seems like quite a dull chapter but I hope its been a good start. Please let me know what you think and I'll try and update soon.