"In recent news, Hogwarts has lost yet another defense against the dark arts teacher. Since You-know-who has resurfaced the school has been replacing teacher after teacher." The news flashing across the newspapers in a low lit bar said it all. A familiar face was sitting at a bar stool, his gargantuan size trumping every other patron.
"If this keeps up Dumbledore will be in over his head. Who is gonna take the job now with You-know-who running about." Hagrid sat and swirled his butter beer in his tankard, clearly perturbed. He was surprised when two men flanked him on both sides and they began to speak. "Fuck Voldemort! Yeah I said it. Voldemort is a bitch!" Hagrid's eyes widened when he heard this strange man's ramblings. He grabbed the man by the collar. "You can't say that name! If he happens to hear you, he'll be here in a second?!" The other man on Hagrid's right spoke up as well. "What is he going to do? We're right here. He can come and get us if he wants too. He isn't Sauron! That's a real dark lord right there! That boy tom riddle can eat a dick!"
Hagrid had enough. He had seen alcohol embolden some people, but never to this effect. "You guys have a death wish, don't you?" The two men smiled. "We do have a death wish: for every bit of evil in this world. We're out to kill them all." The other man chirped gleefully. "Like Pokemon! I didn't do a bid in Azkaban for sugar and rainbows! This is personal!" Hagrid gasped. "I didn't recognize you two, the mad cat Ian McIntosh and Liam "the bear" Quinn… leaders of the fallen auror squad." Liam smiled. "Ian had the easy way out. I had to break out of Nurmengard! Killed a Dementor, threw a rock, and broke his neck. fun stuff."
Hagrid was clearly happy. These two men had been his friends for some time. He couldn't help but feel as if his earlier concerns were about to be remedied. "How about a proposition, you two?" Liam sipped his beer as Ian traced his finger on the hardwood. "Keep talking…"
And so it began….