A/N: First of all, sorry for the late update date, I just hadn't been feeling the story lately but now I'm back so here it is. To Lillethy Alexis, I know about the weeping angels but I don't watch a ton of Doctor Who though they are not in this fanfic. 18 is a good guess on my age and it's pretty close but not quite there. Your English is very good. To faegirl123, you are absolutely right that Mikasa is a bit OOC, but I needed her to be different to fit my purposes in the story and I may make her more true to character later but right now I think being a ten year old is messing with her brain chemistry and the way she thinks and acts. Thank you for pointing out the bed problem, I didn't consider that when I wrote the scene but it's a good point. The point about the ice cream is also completely correct but I'm going to assume magic helped Mikasa acclimate better than is normal. By Harry doesn't exist I mean that he was never born. He just isn't a character in this storyline. 22 is not as close as 18 in terms of age but good guess. I think you're right that Mikasa may be mad deep down and that will probably come into play later in the story. To G.S. tol Kriaal, Voldemort is following a different timeline in this fanfic and he doesn't want a forceful takeover of the wizarding world right away, he's more cunning and insidious. For now, he's remaining under the radar and is barely more than a rumor. To manueverslow, yes Mikasa cared about her other friends but they weren't at risk of execution for being a titan when she was killed and she doesn't see herself as their "protector" like she did with Eren. And I realize she's a bit OOC. Magic and age changing are messing with her brain. Thank you for your reviews. The critical ones especially really help!
Mikasa's face is as blank as usual as Dolohov apparatus them to King's Cross, but on the inside she's a bundle of excitement. School had never really been an option for her, back in the walls. People needed to learn trades to survive, but they weren't educated just for the sake of learning. And certainly not in large groups. Mikasa had trained with other kids to become a soldier, but she'd never really had the opportunity to interact with large groups of children in a friendly setting. There just hadn't been enough people inside the walls.
As they near platform 9 and ¾, Mikasa sees a large group of redheads packed around the wall separating muggle and wizarding King's Cross. Dolohov sneers upon seeing the frazzled redheads. "Weasleys," he scoffs, "They do nothing but take up space."
As they get closer to the group, Mikasa recognizes an identical pair of redheads. Fred and George, the crazy, prankster twins, are speaking to a young-looking girl in low tones, identical mischievous smiles on their faces. Their grins widen as they look up, and see Mikasa and Dolohov walking towards them.
"Aah young Mikasakins—" Fred begins
"The ickle firstie—" George continues
"Ready to begin her first year of Hogwarts."
They wipe fake tears out of their eyes in perfect unison.
Mikasa smiles at them as they step through the gate, but doesn't respond to their teasing.
Dolohov's tone is deadly, "How do you know them?" he growls
"I met them in the bookstore," Mikasa tells him, solemnly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
Dolohov grimaces and turns away, trust Mikasa to meet all the wrong kinds of people, simply by chance. Before she's even gotten to Hogwarts no less! First it was drunkards and now it's those Weasley idiots! Next time he takes his eyes off of her she'll be gallivanting around wizarding Britain as a member of Dumbledore's blasted Order of the Phoenix. He considers ordering her to stay away from them, but if she ends up in Gryffindor . . . and she very well could, it wouldn't do for her to alienate her housemates, even if they are, Dolohov grimaces in distaste . . . Weasleys.
They walk through the wall and Dolohov begins scanning the crowd for the Malfoy's. Talking to Mikasa as he looks for a group of well-dressed blonds.
"If the Dark Lord needs you for whatever reason, I'll send a letter. Go to Draco if you need help getting out of the castle. Keep your occlumency shields up at all times around Dumbledore; he's an accomplished legilimens. As is the potions master Severus Snape but he is a spy for the Dark Lord. If you need anything and Draco can't help, go to him. You will return home for Christmas break. Understood?"
Mikasa nods, resisting the urge to tack a "Sir, yes sir" to the end of her affirmation. Sometimes Dolohov reminds her of one of the military drill sergeants inside the walls. Dolohov finally sees the Malfoys and she follows him, struggling to keep up as his strides become more purposeful. Having short legs can be a pain.
They reach the Malfoy's and Dolohov greets Lucius and then Narcissa, kissing the back of her hand: "It's a pleasure to see you again, Narcissa, it's been too long."
Lady Malfoy smiles warmly, "Indeed it has, Antonin, you simply must attend more of our dinner parties."
Dolohov smirks, "And allow you more chances to fix me up with a proper wife?"
"Yes," Narcissa smiles, "There are many women who simply love to become Mrs. Dolohov." She draws out the name, coyly fluttering her eyelashes, causing Lucius and Dolohov to smirk in unison.
Mikasa contemplates the banter between Lady Malfoy and her guardian thoughtfully. Why isn't Dolohov in a relationship or married? It seems to be the norm for pureblood members of society to marry, if only to produce heirs.
Draco, oblivious to her train of thought and bored with the adults' conversation, pulls Mikasa off to the side to talk with her. "You should sit in my compartment of the train," he tells her, "I'll be able to introduce you to the other Slytherins. The right kind of people," he sniffs imperiously.
Mikasa stifles a giggle, "There isn't any guarantee I'll be in Slytherin," she reminds him.
"Such a pity, too," Draco sighs, "Who ever heard of a Dolohov heir that wasn't in Slytherin? Oh well. At least try to stay out of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. I don't think I'll be able to bring myself to associate with you if you end up in one of those houses."
"I'll try not to," Mikasa tries to keep her expression serious. As if she could control the decision of a hat. These pureblooded children seem to have odd ideas.
The train horn sounds, signaling that it's time for the students to board and say their final goodbyes to their families. Draco says a respectful goodbye to his father and then is engulfed in a strangling, yet proper, hug by his teary-eyed mother.
"Work hard," Dolohov tells Mikasa.
She nods, "I will."
Lucius, Narcissa, and Dolohov watch as Draco takes Mikasa by the hand and leads her onto the train. They don't turn away until it's left the station and is travelling towards Hogwarts.
Mikasa follows Draco as he drags her to a compartment on the train, already full of other children, dressed like nobility.
"Hello Draco!" A pretty brown haired girl exclaims, "It's so lovely to see you!"
"Yes yes, it's nice to see you too, Pansy," He responds.
The girl in question, Pansy, turns towards Mikasa, her eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" she asks suspiciously.
"This," Draco begins formally, "Is Mikasa of the Dolohov family. This is her first year at Hogwarts as well."
"I didn't know Dolohov had a daughter," a dark-skinned boy comments from a seat near the window, "Or any children for that matter."
"I'm adopted," Mikasa explains.
"Does that mean you're not a real pureblood then?" Pansy asks nastily.
"That's none of your business, Pansy," Draco rebukes her before Mikasa can respond.
Pansy shoots a glare at the Dolohov heir. Mikasa doubts they'll be good friends anytime soon. She's introduced to the other members of the group in the compartment. The dark skinned boy who'd spoken up earlier is Blaise Zabini. The rather large girl with flat, brown hair is Millicent Bulstrode, and the demure looking blond by the door is Daphne Greengrass. There are also two large boys towards the corner of the compartment who Draco introduces as Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. From the way they follow and defer to him, Mikasa decides that they're subordinates of some kind.
As the other children catch up on their lives and talk badly about new families and students, namely muggleborns and the Weasleys, Mikasa sits quietly, content to listen. As Draco speaks derisively about the Weasley boy who will be in their year, Mikasa wonders why he hates their family so much. From the conversation, she gleans that the Malfoys seem to have some kind of feud going with the Weasleys who are thought of as blood traitors for not hating muggles the way other old, pureblood families seem to.
Forty-five minutes or so into the train ride, someone knocks on the compartment door and it slides open to reveal a bushy-haired girl and a nervous looking plump boy standing next to her.
"Excuse me," the girl says, "I'm Hermione Granger, Neville here," she motions to the boy, "Has lost his toad. Have you seen it?"
Granger isn't an old pureblood last name. The girl is probably a muggleborn. Mikasa sees the way Draco and the others are sneering and decides to speak up before they can say anything insulting. "We haven't seen a toad, but have you considered going to the prefects' compartment up front and asking one of them to use a spell to summon Neville's toad?"
The girl blinks in surprise, "Oh, I hadn't thought of that. Thank you. And what is your name?"
"Mikasa Dolohov."
"Thank you Mikasa," Hermione responds, closing the compartment door.
The other occupants of the compartment stare at her in shock. "Why were you so . . . so nice to her?" Pansy asks, disgusted.
"She's a mudblood!" Draco adds, "And the other one, Neville Longbottom, is a useless lump, practically a squib! Why would you help them?"
Mikasa sighs, trying to think of a good way to explain her actions to these prejudiced children.
"What reason did I have to be rude to that girl?" she asks.
"She's a mudblood!" Draco exclaims, scandalized.
"Yes but," Mikasa takes a breath. This is important. Dolohov will be disappointed if she's immediately rejected by this group of pureblood children whom he considers acceptable friend material. "What do you get out of treating muggleborns badly?" Her questions is met with blank stares.
Mikasa groans inwardly, "You're all going to be in Slytherin, right?" Nods all around the compartment. "Well you have to do things that are beneficial to you. There is nothing beneficial about treating muggleborns badly. They will hate you and constantly irritate you. If you treat them well, they will be easier to use for your own purposes."
Draco looks at her thoughtfully, eyes narrowed, "You might actually have a point there, Mikasa. I never thought of it that way." He seems slightly confused. Mikasa mentally bets herself ten sickles that he's going to write his father about what she said as soon as they get to Hogwarts.
"Well you still shouldn't be so nice to mudbloods. They could get the wrong idea about their place!" Pansy huffs.
Mikasa just nods in pretend agreement and the matter is quickly dropped as the talk turns to less serious matters. The rest of the train ride passes quickly, with the snack cart coming by and the children changing into their school robes. Finally, the train grinds to a halt. They've arrived at Hogwarts.