"My name is Harry Potter and I'm putting together a special team, and I need me 8 soldiers. 8 Muggleborn/Halfblood soldiers. Now, y'all might've heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well, we'll be leaving a little earlier.

We're gonna be portkeyed into Knockturn Alley, dressed as civilians. And once we're in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Death Eaters.

Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn London streets, cross 3 hundred miles of goddamned Knight Bus ride, fight my way through half of Knockturn Alley and use fuckin' tickling charm to teach the Death Eaters lessons in humanity.

Death Eaters ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a Muggle-hatin', mass murderin' maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That's why each and every sum bitch we find wearin' a Death Eater uniform, they're gonna die.

Now, I'm the somewhat direct descendant of a Hogwarts Founder. That means I got a little savage in me. And our battle plan will be that of an anti-terrorist resistance.

We will be cruel to the Death Eaters, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us.

And the Death Eaters won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the Death Eaters will be sickened by us, and they will talk about us, and they will fear us.

And when the Death Eaters close their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good?"

"SIR YES SIR !"

"That's what I like to hear. But I got a word of warning for all you would-be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Dark Marks. And I want my Dark Marks. And all y'all will git me one hundred Dark Marks, taken from the arms of one hundred dead Death Eaters. Or you will die tryin'."