Interfering Brats

Prologue:

Messages In A Bottle...Er Box

"Are you sure you've got it right?" a slender fifteen year old boy with bright green eyes and messy black hair asked softly. He flinched under the intensity of the glare he received in response.

"I spend all of my free time in between classes and Quidditch researching it, lock myself in my room for weeks during the summer while simultaneously holding off the curious inquiries of my Mum, Dad, Hughie, and the Hellspawn, not get more than eight hour of sleep total during this time, carve the rune sequence into my bloody bedroom floor and you ask me that now Albus?" The curly haired red head hissed from where she stood by an intricate rune circle clutching a large box in her hands. Her dark blue eyes blazed and her freckles stood out sharply against her pale face that clearly showed just how little sleep she received.

The black haired boy bit his lip looking away not liking the look of blood lust in his cousin's eyes.

"Right sorry Rosie," the boy said before looking up. "I wish you'd stop calling Lily that. It gives her ideas."

"Personally I like the Hellspawn's ideas when they don't involve me." the last person in the group drawled his grey eyes glowing with mischief that didn't quite go with the cool arrogant expression on his pale pointed face and the perfectly smoothed back white-blonde hair.

"Shut it, Scorpius I know you and the Hellspawn were plotting against me all year to try and force me to drop a class." Rose growled looking at the Malfoy with a look that would have made the former Dark Lord of Britain cry for his mommy. Scorpius replied with a smirk.

"It's not healthy to be taking every elective optional and be the Slytherin Quidditch Keeper." Scorpius told her bluntly.

"As long as I remember to get in a few hours of sleep I can do as I bloody well like." Rose snarled hand instinctively curling around the small golden time-turner hanging from the chain on her neck.

"Over achiever."

"Lazy prat."

"Quidditch freak."

"Defense geek."

"Tree hugger."

"Incestuous pure-blood brat."

"Higher score Arithmancy than you."

Rose looked ready to draw blood.

"Shouldn't we finish up." Albus interrupted before his cousin could kill his best friend. Rose leveled her Death Glare Level Six on him, but turned back to the circle. The red headed witch laid the box carefully in the center and stepped back.

"Alright one drop from each of us." Rose said briskly, picking up the blade on her bedside table. She pricked her finger without a flinch and gently coaxed a drop of blood out onto the runes. The instantly began glowing white.

"Barbarian." Scorpius said dryly, as he took the offered blade and added his blood to the runes making them go a brilliant shade of black-violet.

"I hope this works." Albus Severus Potter said grimly taking a step foreword and with the blade he'd taken from Scorpius cut himself and allowed his blood to join. The circle went green and the next second there was a small pop and the box was gone.

Albus Dumbledore rubbed his forehead trying his best to focus on the things that needed to be done and not the tragedy that had just befallen Hogwarts. Cedric's death should not have been allowed to happen. Harry should not have seen it. Yet despite what should have happened, it had happened and now he had to accept the consequences. Sighing Albus went over the events that had occurred these past weeks and wondered if he should tell Harry about the prophecy, but he couldn't. The boy was still that. A boy he'd been through too much.

Just as Albus was giving his Lemon Drops a longing look there was a small pop and a box landed on his desk with a thud. Fawkes gave a sleepy squeak of protest having been woken form his sleep and threw Albus a disgruntled look. Albus chuckled a little and examined the box. It didn't seem threatening. Just a cardboard box with a paper attached. Albus's wards told him it was harmless, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to go through. Albus quickly picked up the letter and and scanned it. There were three different handwriting. Albus's curiosity gripped him and he read.

Dear Professor Albus Dumbledore,

My name is Rose Weasley. I am a fifth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry over twenty years in the future. Rose stop. Just stop. This is Albus Dumbledore we are writing to. You can not waste this opportunity. Shut it Albus. Rose, darling, don't you think we should explain to the old man who the rest of us are before you start going on about the future. I agree. You always agree. But fine, for once Malfoy I concede you are right. I'm a Malfoy of course I am. The others in this letter are Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy. My usually sweet cousin and the Slytherin who's corrupting him. I resent that. Yeah, Scorpius isn't corrupting me he's showing me the joys of being a little morally lacking. Albus I love you, but stop trying to compliment me, you're making me sound like a mini-Tom Riddle to your namesake. Sorry. Wait aren't I his namesake?

Back to our main point. We are from the future, being the clever man you are I'm sure you can guess who are parents are. We have given you the weapons you need to change the future. We are happy with our lives, but we know our parents suffered and there was a lot of death that we'd like to prevent. Like Teddy's parents. Yes, and my cousins. We've been planning this for awhile and before you dismiss us as loons I will tell you two things. The love of your long life is Gellert Grindlewald and you have in your possession the Elder Wand. Rosie let me. Fine, but do not act silly. I'm not silly. Albus. Calm down. Right back to the letter. Now that you've been shocked out of your wits it's my turn with the Quick-Quotes Quill. Get on with it. Patience, I was getting there. Anyway in this book is my father's seven book biographical series. We want you to gather up those people listed on the back and read them. Then we hope this information will help you prevent a lot of death and nastiness. Before each book there is a letter to read to the group and occasionally individual letters. And before you try something the books can only be read when everyone is gathered together. Also letters can only be read by those they are addressed to. Thank you Scorpius. My pleasure. We really hope you don't ignore this.

Sincerely,

The Interfering Brats

Rose Weasley, Albus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy

Albus wished he could be pleased he had these no doubt invaluable tools. He didn't doubt the truth of their words for a second. No one except he and Gellert himself knew those secrets and Gellert would no doubt take them to the grave. Albus himself hadn't told anyone, even his trusted Minerva. The mentions of death were what worried him. It was expected that there would be death with Voldemort's rise, but it did not mean he found the confirmation pleasant. Especially sense it meant there was enough death to warrant highly illegal time-travel. Grimly he turned to look at the list on the back of the paper.

Minerva McGonagall

Albus Dumbledore

Harry Potter

Ginerva Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Asteria Greengrass

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Nymphadora Tonks

Luna Lovegood

Hannah Abbott

Neville Longbottom

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Angelina Johnson

Percy Weasley

Audrey Cohen

William "Bill" Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Albus couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at some of the choices. But suspecting he no doubt wouldn't be able to open the books without them, Albus began to consider just how to gather them and where they could do this in private. Then he noted a scribbled message below the list.

Ask the house-elves about the Come-and-Go room.