Author Note: First of all, give me long reviews, good or bad please. To answer dragonmorph's question watching the movies gives you a good amount of Harry Potter information but some of the minute details are in the books which I, personally, think you should read. To answer Androgynous-Heron, if you asked Dolohov he'd tell you any concern for Mikasa is about pride of the family but he has started feeling slight fatherly concern for her (though he'd never admit it) and that concern will grow throughout the story.

When Mikasa wakes up, the first thing she does is scan the room for Dolohov with narrowed eyes. If he tries legilimency again she will fight back. He's standing at her window, looking out at the water. Mikasa props herself up with one arm and gasps at the sudden pain shooting through her body.

Dolohov is at her bed in a second, lifting her up slightly to remove the pressure from her arm, "Don't try anything with that arm yet, the wound in your shoulder isn't completely healed."

Mikasa sits up, careful of the arm now, eyeing him warily.

He smirks, "I'm not going to attempt legilimency again, if that's what you're wondering. I'd rather you didn't throw yourself into any more deadly situations."

He's telling the truth. Mikasa allows herself to relax.

"However," Dolohov ticks the numbers off on his fingers, "No more running into forbidden areas, no more performing dark rituals without permission, and no more putting yourself into potentially dangerous situations without considering the risks and without being fully informed. Understood?"

"Yes," Mikasa agrees readily. The ritual thing was idiotic of her, she should have researched it more and thought it through. She doesn't know enough magic or enough of the magical world yet to be trying advanced rituals. In hindsight, it was a pretty stupid decision.

Mikasa spends the next days devouring books in the library every morning and exploring the outer buildings in the afternoon. To make sure she's actually absorbing the information she reads, Dolohov quizzes Mikasa on the books' content for an hour every day. She answers every question perfectly and sometimes has questions of her own. He finds her to be a very inquisitive mind and her level of thinking is far beyond that of an eleven year old's. To say that Dolohov is pleased would be an understatement.

Finally the day comes for the Malfoy's to visit. Lucius steps through the floo at precisely noon (the Malfoys are never late) and his small, blond son trails behind him. Mikasa is wearing her scarf, of course, a red ribbon in her hair, and a frilly tunic over leggings. Appropriately feminine but also easy to move around in. She wants to take Draco out flying on the brooms later, and a skirt would be impossible to maneuver in. She hopes Dolohov isn't mad that she didn't wear a dress, but he doesn't seem to notice.

She sees an imposing man with long blond hair and a silver tipped cane. Beside him is a smaller boy with an uncanny resemblance to his father. The man radiates an aura of danger and looks slightly disapproving at her appearance. His smile is unnerving.

"Hello Mikasa, it is a pleasure to meet you," he drawls, "My name is Lucius Malfoy." His gaze is sharp, "I've heard a lot about you."

At that moment, Mikasa remembers a passage from one of the books she's read in the past week.

"There are three classes in wizarding society. Purebloods, born of two magic-folk, are in the top class of society. The longer the wizarding lineage of a pureblood family, the more prominent their place in society. Half-bloods are born of a magic-folk and a muggle and can achieve some standing in society but have less advantages then purebloods. Muggle-borns, born of two muggles, are the lowest of society, commonly looked down upon as ignorant of wizarding customs and of bad blood. They are commonly described with the slur 'mudblood' "

Mikasa is pretty sure both her parents were muggles. If they had magic, wouldn't they have used it to defeat the men who killed them? Lucius is a pureblood, Dolohov is a pureblood, but I am a muggle-born, Mikasa thinks, he is fundamentally prejudiced against me. I must tread carefully with this man. He can be very dangerous.

On the outside, however, Mikasa is the very embodiment of a pureblood lady-in-training, "Hello," she smiles demurely, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Her hands are clasped behind her back, and their momentary clenching goes unnoticed.

After Mikasa looks away from his father, Draco introduces himself and steps forward to kiss her hand, looking all the world like a perfect member of pureblood society. The image is ruined a second later when Mikasa asks to take him flying and his face lights up in a manner that (Lucius reminds him) is not becoming of a pureblood gentleman.

Dolohov takes Lucius to his office to discuss business and Mikasa leads a slightly hyper Draco to the broom shed. He fires off rapid questions as they walk, barely giving Mikasa any time to answer.

"Is it true that you're adopted?"

"Yes."

"Are you a muggle-born."

Mikasa takes a deep breath, his father already knows, no point in hiding it. "Yes."

At this revelation Draco's expression becomes an ugly sneer, "I can't imagine why you were adopted then. A trained mudblood isn't much better than a wild one. Plus I bet your magic is tons weaker than a normal wizard's with your corrupted blood."

Mikasa rolls her eyes imperceptibly. There were children like Draco inside the wall , thinking she wasn't as good as them because of the fact that she was like her mother. Asian it was called. Childish prejudices spawned from ignorant parents. Mikasa decides to handle the matter like an adult.

"Be that as it may, Draco, I was adopted into the Dolohov family due to my unique abilities in magic. As you are a guest in this manor, an insult directed at me is an insult directed at the entire Dolohov line. You do not have to like me, but we may have favorable business connections in the future if you are civil." Her voice is firm and her gaze steady.

Draco blinks in shock, not expecting a "mudblood" of all people to be so well versed in pureblood customs and relations. He knows he has to tread carefully, and his father had warned him to be polite before they arrived. "Of course," he grits his teeth, "I apologize for my rude behavior."

Mikasa smiles, despite his arrogance and childish prejudice, Draco isn't stupid. He knows better than to insult an old family in their home, especially one his father often does business with. Muggle-born or not, Mikasa knows that from now on he will, at least, remain civil with her.

Draco's chagrin at the necessary apology is forgotten as Mikasa retrieves what she has found to be two of the fastest brooms from the shed and hands one to Draco. He grins and mounts the broom easily, shooting up into the sky. Mikasa follows seconds later. Draco watches her contemplatively as she accelerates easily and then comes to a clean stop.

"You're a good flyer," he tells her, "Will you try out for a quidditch team at Hogwarts?"

Mikasa has only read one book on Quidditch and found it poorly written, but she understands the basic rules and ideas. "Maybe," she responds, "But not if it interferes with my academic work."

Draco nods and adopts a more arrogant tone, "My father said I would be an amazing seeker and Slytherin will be lucky to have me on the team," he tells her imperiously. "I will be in Slytherin of course, will you?"

Mikasa hadn't read any books about Hogwarts during the week and is unsure what Draco is talking about. "What's Slytherin?"

Draco gapes, "You mean you don't know? It's the best house at Hogwarts out of the four. It's for those with cunning and ambition." He smiles proudly, "I'll be the tenth Malfoy heir to be in Slytherin."

"What are the other three houses for?" Mikasa asks, curious.

"Ravenclaw is for kids who only know how to study, Hufflepuff is for the weaklings who try too hard, and Gryffindor is for the loud, fool-hardy kids who like to pretend that being stupid is the same as being brave."

Mikasa hides a grin at his explanation, what a one-dimensional view of the world. But she has some idea now of what traits each house represents. "I don't know which house I'll be in," she tells Draco honestly.

"If you're in Ravenclaw we can be friends," Draco informs her, "But if you end up in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, I refuse to be associated with you."

The two eleven-year-olds have a quick lunch with their fathers, then Mikasa takes Draco to the greenhouse while he feeds her more information about Hogwarts. He isn't a bad kid, Mikasa decides, as the two Malfoy males leave through the floo, just a little too ready to believe every word that comes out of his father's mouth. Dolohov seems pleased too. All in all, the day was a productive one.