Hi everyone! Jen here. I just wanted to make sure that everyone reading this understands that this is an alternate ending for my first story Back From the Ledge. You need to read the first story to make this one make sense. I didn't want to just repost the first 24 chapters again and annoy anyone. This ending begins after Chapter 24 (The Battle of Hogwarts) and completely disregards Chapter 25 (Neverland and Second Chances). Remember read Back From the Ledge first.

A little warning: This story is rated M for a reason. There is cursing, there is violence, and there is sex.

Now for a bit of a recap in case you're not sure where to begin. The following is the last half of Chapter 24 of my first story:

Severus had been called to the side of his Master and he pretended to be concerned that the Elder Wand was not working for him but inside he was delighted that Albus' plan had worked. He knew that the Wand would work for Potter now and that it would not easily kill its master. As he listened to Voldemort talk on and on about why wasn't it working he realized that the thing in front of him thought that he was the master of the Wand. He didn't think that he was going to survive this war, honestly he didn't, but it still stung a bit to understand that these were his last moments. Just as he watched Voldemort start to maneuver the protective bubble of his pet snake over to Severus he heard a small familiar voice in his head, At least I'll always be with him and in that instant he knew what had happened. Feeling his soul rip as the woman he loved died he used a finger to twist the ring she had made for him off of his hand, allowing the cold metal to drop to the floor. What would be the point in surviving this if she was dead?

He felt the sharp stab into his neck repeatedly, the weight of Nagini knocking him to the ground. He felt as her poisonous saliva worked itself into his veins, burning like Firewhiskey and making his eyes water in pain. He knew that he was dying and he was ok with it as long as Potter finished it. He'd now go and see Lily, apologize again for what he had done, and then he'd explain everything to Katerina. Katerina shouldn't be joining him in death, it wasn't fair to her. People like me deserve this end, Severus thought to himself, Not strong, young witches like her. His eyes began to flutter.

"Professor!" That sounded strangely like Potter. Those eyes, those beautiful green eyes, Lily's eyes. What the hell was Potter doing here? Wait, the memories, he had to get the memories to Potter before he died. He felt the tears staining his face and pushed the thoughts into the salty liquid.

"T-t-take them." He forced out of his ruined throat. "T-t-take them."

"Hermione! I need a flask, hurry."

"Let me help you, Professor."

Severus tried to push her away but he wasn't strong enough. "L-leave me. S-s-she's dead." He couldn't say anymore, his throat too damaged to. As his eyes started to flutter again he felt someone lift his hand and a cold round object was forced onto his finger. He peacefully fell into the darkness as the Golden Trio left him to so they could end this war.

George had watched the scene play out in front of him in slow motion. Helping Percy who was backed against a wall by the Minister; the Killing Curse that almost took out Fred; Kat's outburst throwing the man against the wall killing him instantly; the Minister telling them to kill Fred so that Kat would die as well, and then watching as his world was forever destroyed. He heard Kat's scream and turned to see the green curse flying towards his brother's chest. He heard Percy yell out as the two brothers rushed to push Fred out of the way but they wouldn't make it in time. He watched in horror as Fred reached out to Katerina, as her power surged, her eyes wide in desperation and fear. He saw Fred's body thrown backwards and Kat's last cry of anguish before her magic surged forward and her body collapsed to the ground. Kat's last act of magic had been to push all her stores into the three surviving men that had attacked Fred and he watched as her magic literally made them explode, covering the hall with gore.

"No, no, no, no," he heard a voice yelling. It took him a bit to realize that it was his own. He fell down next to Fred's body and pulled him into his arms. "Wake up, wake up dammit!" Percy stood staring, not knowing what to do.

"George, we can't stay here," Percy whispered. "It isn't safe."

"Go get help."

"George," Percy pulled his arm but he ignored him, "George, there is no helping them. Fred and Kat are d-d-dead. We need to get out of here."

"I'M NOT LEAVING THEM HERE!" George bellowed. "Go find someone to help me move them." Percy knew by the look George gave him that there would be no changing his mind and so he ran down the hallway looking for anyone. George gently laid Fred's head down onto the ground and forced himself to get up and move to Katerina. He picked her small, cold frame up and carried her over to Fred, where she belonged. It was a small comfort to know that they'd be together forever now. George sat down behind them and carefully lifted both of their heads into his lap. Ignoring the battle still happening all around them George Weasley began to sob over the dead bodies of his two best friends.

It wasn't until after Voldemort had announced for the break in war, for each side to collect their injured and dead, that Percy was finally able to get back to them. Although his sobs had slowed down and weren't as heavy tears were still flowing down his face and he hadn't moved from his spot. He finally looked up when he heard a straggled voice. "Fred, Kat, no please no," Percy had found Charlie. "They can't be dead, they can't be."

"Help me move them," George managed, "We can't leave them here."

"No, no we can't," Charlie sounded as if he was in a dream. Maybe that's what this all was, a horrible, terrible dream. His voice cracked as he said, "You two take F-Fred. I'll get Kit-Kat." He watched as Charlie carefully picked up Katerina and held her close to his body tears falling as the dragon tamer stood back up. "At least we know they are with each other." George closed his eyes willing himself to become strong enough to get Fred to their family. George delicately cradled Fred's head and shoulders as Percy came over to pick up his feet. Very slowly the grim Trio worked their way down to the Great Hall.

"NO!" He heard his mother cry out. "What happened? He's ok! Tell me he's ok!" George didn't respond. He couldn't respond. "Charlie, is that-is she-are they?!" Then his mother wailed like he had never heard her before and he saw Bill run over to catch her before she hit the floor. George and Percy walked over to a free spot on the floor and gently put Fred down. He moved only slightly so that Charlie could place Katerina's body next to Fred's just where she belonged. He stared at the young couple for what felt like hours before he looked down at the Bond Tattoos they shared – he gave an agonized cry as he saw that both tattoos were black and unmoving.