Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with Harry Potter universe and its contents. I own the Original Characters and the Situations the plot is mine. This refers to things that are consistent with the Harry Potter universe are merely borrowed for me to spin my own adaptation of book six.
Silent eyes watched the castle that stood majestically just at the foot of a wide valley that led into the mountains that lay beyond. The many battlements and turrets that peeked over the high walls still showed the impregnable nature that had once gone along with a fortress such as this one. A slight shift in wind could be felt and clouds that were once off white melded into a grayish tint the same color as the flagstone that covered the aforementioned castle.
These were the many thoughts that plagued Lord Voldemort as he stood atop a hill glaring down at the castle before him. For a millennia it had stood. For the last two years it had served as constant reminder of one of the many things he could not destroy, of what prevented him from achieving his highest plateau, his zenith; immortality. It also provided a home for the one- no two that he hated above all else, Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. He knew that the former wouldn't simply sit back and take death lying down he had already proven that, the same as his parents. No, he would be achieving his rise to power soon, and fast, the same way the mudblood loving fool had done in the era of the great Grindelwald. He had to do everything in his power to stop that happening, already believing he knew the ramifications of what would happen if the boy succeed on his quest to greatness and, he knew that old fool would only help him in doing so.
'If I let this go on too long I could actually have a challenge in Potter' he thought savagely.
Not that he would ever openly admit this, he knew that some truths were worth avoiding. Though it seemed odd for this tyrannical figure a confess to fear, one of the things he had learned was if you acknowledge fear you could often change the outcome of a choice; and that just what planned on doing. He wrapped his wrapped his cloak about him, preparing for one of the more difficult for of apparation, he reached out mentally for the person that he seeked. He resided somewhere on a quiet street, in a small suburb outside of London. Turning around and facing his small group of followers he spoke with his naturally calm and commanding tone.
"We move now, failure I won't accept, tonight some of you will prove yourselves." Concluding this sentence he glanced a one of the masked Death Eaters that had particularly greasy hair hanging from under his mask
Giving one last fleeting glance at the castle that had once been his home his red snake-like eyes gleamed with a glint that only a Dark Lord could produce as he disappeared with out a sound.
Overhead, a phoenix let out a shrill screech and immediately exploded with a shower of red sparks, a single golden feather floated down settling on the black surface of the lake below…
Albus Dumbledore sat with his fingertips pressed together waiting for Fawkes to return to him. He had also sensed the presence of Voldemort. Even though he was too far away to do any damage to the school itself; his proximity to it had startled him greatly. For a very brief second he wondered whether the wards had failed.
'Three Dumbledore, he has to be 3 kilometers in range.' He chided himself quietly.
With a bright flash of light Fawkes reappeared and alit on the Head masters shoulder. He reached a hand to rest on the ancient bird's head pulling the Voldemorts thought out. It wasn't a very know fact but, one of the special attributes of these creatures was the ability to access a person thoughts when the person in question was in a high emotional state. That was a partial reason why he could keep such close tabs on Harry because of the boy's profound mood swings, though he did wish the didn't trigger Fawkes with feelings of pain and despair he vowed to do something about it shortly.
My own great grandson and he doesn't even know. I need to be the one to help now that Sirius is gone… His thoughts trailed off.
Luckily, Fawkes had managed to locate Tom in a time of anger
Albus exploded into action immediately after he heard all that Voldemort was planning. Mentally preparing himself for the draining task that he was about to attempt, he let all of the magic he possessed swirl around as he prepared to do an incredible task and forcibly summoned the Order Phoenix to his rapidly expanding office.
All across Europe witches & wizards were discreetly disappearing only leaving behind confused witnesses who, soon remembered other things they had to do.
Standing and regarding the ominously silent room with seeping blue eyes, Albus only time to say but one thing to say before pandemonium broke.
"We have a matter to attend."
And then the noise came.