Chloe: Hi, I'm Chloe, one of the many muses that will be appearing in this fic, which is called Meno amore previsto., It's Italian for "Least expected love".

Julie: I'm Julie, another muse, this fic does not belong to me, my fellow muses, or the Author of this fic. J.K. Rowling owns the basics, the Real Julie owns the plot (well, the basics) and the Author of this fic owns the rest.

Jen: I'm Jen, this fic is written by Dragon Glow. That's all.

Ewa: I'm Ewa, its pronounced EVA. DO NOT CALL ME EWA (pronounced with a W) call me EWA (pronounced with a V).

Michelle: Well, Ewa was supposed to give you the warnings but she ran out of breath, so I'll tell you. This fic has slash (go slash!), and OOCness.

Lizzie: About flames: First we will use the flames to make smores and hot dogs at slashers united, than we will mock you're insults, and if we feel like it we have horrible fates listed on pieces of paper in a baseball hat the says :Whatever... on it, and we will pull a fate out, and inflict it on you.

Ewa: Like having Snape dress in drag and sing a Brittney Spears song...

All: EWA! hits Ewa on head

Jen: An we would like to say that the thing about flames being used to make smores at slashers united is not mine, it belongs to another fic writer, and we can't remember who it is, so whoever it is, I'm sorry, and could you please tell me so that we can give you credit.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Dumboldore regarded the pale, blonde boy in front of him with a calm level gaze. The boy needed a home, family, and a good deal of kindness, not to mention a good deal of other morals. His mothers will had said that he be put in the good hands of a relative. He smiled to himself; this was going to be fun.

"Mr. Malfoy, do to recent circumstances, you are in need of a home. I happen to have such a home. At first we thought about sending you to live with a friend, such as, say, Miss Parkinson's"

"Do not send me there!!!!!" he said in a panicked voice

"Why ever not, Draco?"

"She, she, she, she's a girl! Who likes me!! Anywhere else!!" he sounded terrified.

"As I was saying, we decided against sending you there, first of all, her parents were against it. And your mother always said that if something happened to her that you were to be put in the good hands of a relative"

"Relatives! Which ones!" he asked hopefully.

"The Weasleys." Dumboldore said calmly. This took a few minutes to sink in when it did; Dracos face was a mask of horror.

"The Weasleys! As in the We're-so-poor-our-soap-is-second-hand-Weasleys!"

"Do you have a problem with the Weasleys?"

"Yes."

"What is it? The problem?"

"They're poor!"

"Well, not any more, as they are you're legal guardians, they get half your gold, and they're getting money from another source"

"What source?' Draco asked suspiciously

"Just another source, nothing of consequence" Draco eyed him; he got the distinct impression that it was something of consequence. "Well, they are related to you, and you will be staying with them. I'll let them give you their rules, but I have some rules of my own to give you. If you are expelled from Hogwarts for underage magic, you will be staying on as Hagrids trainee. Also, anything you see or hear, you will not be able to repeat it in anyway, including having someone read it from your mind. Goodbye!" He threw a dirty sock at Draco, and watched Draco disappear. Oh yes, ths was going to be very fun.

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Lizzie: Feel free to flame, we need a laugh.

Michelle: And smores.