"You can guess all you want. I'm using a Voice-Changing Potion. Only Smith will know, right now, unless you'll want to sign a confidentiality contract?" he said, and Smith felt reassured by the power he had just acquired.
                              
"Umm... no. I saw what that did to my sister, Marietta. She's still scarred," a squeaky, fifth-year Ravenclaw said, who Smith thought was Edgecombe's sister.
                              
"Then my identity will remain hidden."
                              
"What about the rest of us?" Parvati asked. 
                              
"Anyone speaks out against the group, will be punished by the group. You all have been warned," their new leader growled.
                              
"And why are you going to be in charge?" he challenged. "We've been leading the fight all along."
                              
"They'll never suspect me, Smith. They're watching you all."
                              
"I'm fine with mystery guy... but we need a plan," Alexus growled.
                              
"Why are the Slytherins here?" Lisa Turpin grunted and Megan Jones next to her nodded.
                              
"Excuse me?" Tracey Davis huffed. "I've been trying to make up for what those assholes have done to my house."
                              
"They can stay. They have insight into Slytherin House, after all."
                              
"But we are going to hurt them, right?" Wayne said.
                              
"Oh, yeah. We'll hurt them."
                              
"I don't want to hurt Harry... but that Death Eater..." Vane hissed.
                              
"Yes, but Harry is protecting him... he might be a causality."
                              
"How soon can we start... those assholes need to pay! He took away my sight!" Olie cried.
                              
"Soon, but we must take precautions, gather new followers, and spread our message. Evil must be punished! Hogwarts must be safe! I won't stand by while this goes on anymore!"
                              
"Kill the Death Eaters!" a Gryffindor beater shouted.
                              
"Kill? We aren't killing anybody... are we?" Dean asked, wide-eyed.
                              
"No... of course not. But they all need to die. We have to get them removed from school and with any luck get their souls removed."
                              
Dean swallowed and looked at him. Smith wasn't sure how he felt about that. "So... what are we going to do?"
                              
"First a propaganda campaign. We are now called Students Against Death Eaters! We will post messages on the walls and secretly tell others to join the cause."
                              
"So... we're SAD?" Smith said, hiding a smirk.
                              
"SADE, with an E," their leader clarified, with a dramatic pause. "Then we will take our revenge. You all have been stupid to take on the Slytherins outright. It's lucky you weren't kicked out. We will hide our identity. Then, Malfoy's Death Eater pals can't curse us, if he doesn't know who we are."
                              
"B-But Zabini knows... that we..." Mike started, indicating to the other Eighth years. "...are the ones who...."
                              
"Don't worry. Now, we can alibi each other. We all don't need to be there at the same time. You can be in class the next few times, while the rest of us..." the kid waved his hand to the nearly fifteen younger students at the table. "...take our turn. Sure, he could take it out on you, but I don't think he will, unless you mouth off to him and that's on you all."
                              
"I want my revenge! I don't care!" Tracey hissed.
                              
"Me, too!" Oliver said and Wayne agreed, too. Others shouted support from around the table.