I come here, before you, the Order of the Phoenix, not to beg forgiveness, as many of you think I should.  But rather, I come with a warning: they know where you are and what you intend to do.  They have made their mission to stop you, to kill you, and to rule the world as they see fit.  I see you now, murmuring about yourselves, presumably asking if I, with a Dark Mark burned into my arm, can be trusted.  If I were you, I doubt I would trust me either.