Here is the ending, hope you've enjoyed the ride as much as I have.

JazzyKat

Weeks of preparation had gone into this battle, nothing could go wrong now. Ebony tightened his grip on his wand and on his own bag of the Twin's potions as he surveyed the battleground. The Death Eaters had been steadily picking off members of the Light side for days now and piles upon piles of bodies stretched as far as the eye could see. Every now and then, great fires would blaze up as remaining Death Eater squads sorted through the bodies, laying aside their fallen comrades for proper burial and toasting the rest of the dead.

To his right, Ron stood cold eyed and calculating every little turn in the battle, running communications down to Lucius Malfoy to keep the Dark side on the winning tide to the fight. Behind Ron, the Twins stood, occasionally tossing out crates of their contraband potions to squadrons about to take the field. To Ebony's right stood the imposing form of Blaise Zabini, his violet eyes glowing as they took in the bloodied ground. Ebony tore his eyes from the field to look at Blaise.

Blaise just shook his head and dropped a chaste kiss on Ebony's plush lips before breathing a simple, "You are my heart and my soul. We will win this battle. We have no other choice but to succeed."

Ebony felt some tension drain from his shoulders at Ebony's words and it was back to the endless waiting for the troupe. Surprisingly, the Death Eaters were only sustaining mild casualties, and no one vastly important had even had to lift a finger, much less wave their wand around. Ebony felt the tension rise through his shoulders again and he called out to the foremost troops to fall back and throw their shields to max.

Seconds later, Ebony was proven right as a massive volley of spells pelted the front lines of the Death Eaters. Ebony's blood ran cold as he saw ranks dropping like flies despite the shields holding.

Ebony heard Ron cuss under his breath a second before he threw a Sonorus, "ALL TROOPS, CONJURE STONE WALLS OR OBSTACLES! THEY'RE USING MUGGLE WEAPONS!"

Ebony cursed and channeled his magic into a stone wall between the frontlines. Seconds after the wall was in place, the Light side stormed the battle field.

"FUCK! THEY'VE GOT GIANTS AND TROLLS!"Lucius screamed out as the monsters took place on the field.

Ron was muttering frantically to Draco and they both were bent over several complicated plans. Ebony was about to start flinging fiendfyre into the crowd when Fred and George stepped forward.

"Let us handle this one. We've got a score to settle." Ron looked up at their determined faces, reading the resolve in their eyes and gave a grim nod.

"Once a Weasley, always a Weasley. I love you both. Die with honor." Ron stated solemnly, blinking back tears. The Twins bowed to him, their wands crossed over their hearts and with a whirlwind of smoke and a bit of magical laughter, they were stalking their way out into the fray, their brilliant hair being disguised in moments. Ron gave a choked sob and turned back to his plans, wiping his eyes furiously and brushing off Draco's look of concern.

An unnatural hush soon fell over the battle field and Ebony smiled to himself sadly and turned to Remus and Sirius.

"Time to take down the last piece, are we ready?"

"As we'll ever be pup."

Ebony turned to look at Voldemort who bowed his head and kissed Ebony on his scar. "End this fight for all of us, Ebony. Bring peace back to our land."

Ebony gathered the edges of his cloak, kissed Blaise as he glued his feet to the floor and waded through the mass of Death Eaters and Light fools. Time seemed to pause for him, and he could not hear Blaise's desperate shout, the dying screams, the explosions, the moans of pain.

He floated through the mass of writhing bodies, Sirius and Remus flanking him on either side, headed to where Dumbledore stood.

"Harry, my boy, there is no need for this battle. Just admit that you were wrong and give up this foolish game," Dumbledore called, fully into his 'caring grandfather' mode.

Ebony's only reply was to fling a blood boiling curse at the old man, who dodged the spell and allowed it to hit an underling who fell screaming. Dumbledore retaliated silently with a nasty lime colored hex that Ebony let fizzle out on the ground.

"This ends now, old coot. I stand for the Dark." Ebony called out between curses, hardly feeling winded at all. Sirius and Remus were doing a fantastic job keeping him protected from Dumbledore's minions and Ebony was starting to believe that he wouldn't have to use his secret weapon at all, until Dumbledore, in a moment of lull in battle, levitated the immobile form of Blaise into the middle of the clearing and started throwing spells at him.

Ebony, his heart and soul screaming at him, hardened his face and continued his barrage of spells at Dumbledore, until he saw that Dumbledore was preparing to Crucio his Blaise. Ebony's eyesight tinted red and soon he was throwing absolutely everything he had in him at the old goat, not stopping until he had the once proud and stately man on his knees, bloodied. The form of Blaise fizzled into a faceless goon, but Ebony's blood still sang through his veins for revenge.

Ebony smirked through his rage and pulled out a silvery vial, dumping its contents on the ground. Ghostly forms began appearing and soon everyone in the vicinity was watching the great Albus Dumbledore kill Adriana over and over again. Dumbledore cried out and tried to spell the memory away, but was hit with curse after curse from Ebony, his bloody hands worthlessly scrabbling at the dirt where the memory was poured.

Finally Ebony sent a cutting hex at the husk of the old man, ending his life with a gurgle. With another careful cutting hex, Ebony scooped up the head and skewered it on a pike and spelled the pike in the ground. Cheers rang out from Death Eaters across the battlefield and they threw themselves more furiously into combat.

The survivors were quickly rounded up and back at base camp, Ebony threw himself on the real Blaise crying and kissing him as many times as he could. Blaise caught and held him bewilderedly, but worked on calming him down. The Twins returned to Ron, George missing a hunk from his ear, but they were otherwise unscathed. Voldemort stroked a hand down Ebony's back and addressed his most loyal followers.

"The battle for our freedom is run. Tonight we shall lick our wounds and by dawn's light we shall begin to cleanse our world of Dumbledore's taint. But now we celebrate life and love."

And all was as it should be.