AN- Set after all the books, partial AU
Disclaimer- I own nothing except the plot.

~ She Will Go ~

"Where is he Severus?" Arthur asked calmly, comforting his wife as she sobbed into his chest.

The room was full of almost 30 people and yet it was surprisingly quiet. The twins stood in the open doorway with somber moods. Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing in front of them, just as quiet, looking rather young with the weight of their sorrow. Harry and Ron were on break from Auror training and Hermione was on break from her Healer apprenticeship with Madam Pomfrey. Ginevra was in the opposite doorway that led to the boiler room. She was leaning against the door with Kreacher, who had taken a liking to the young witch and was given to her by his former master Harry Potter, standing beside her with a slight interest in what was causing his mistress' sadness.

Standing against the walls around the room, and on break from Auror training, were Oliver Wood (who had turned away from Quidditch to play a more active role in the war), Marcus Belby (whose Uncle Damocles invented the Wolfsbane potion), Terry Boot, Eddie Carmichael, And Theodore Nott (who had surprisingly come up to Ginny during his last year and told her of his wish to join the order).

Sitting around the table in the center in hushed silence were Arthur Weasley (who had surprisingly taken charge in the order since the death of Albus Dumbledore, 2 years prior), Molly Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge, Aberforth Dumbledore, Hestia Jones, Minerva McGonagall, Mad-Eye Moody, Bill, and Charlie Weasley, as well as four other order members. They were all staring at Severus Snape who was sitting at the opposite end of the table from Arthur. He had been found innocent after the memory of Dumbledore had been found in the Headmaster's office. To continue working as a spy, Voldemort had been told that the order thought Amycus had killed Dumbledore, not Snape. No one knew Harry had been in the tower, so Voldemort had merely laughed and said that the order was as foolish as their former leader.

"He was taken to Queerditch Marsh."

Everyone was suddenly talking fervently all at once. Snape could only make out a few statements.

"But its unplottable. How will we find him?"

"No, not there. It's horrible."

"I heard stories, awful stories."

"Why there?" Everyone suddenly quieted as Arthur spoke.

"They were unable to retrieve any information from him. He is exceptional at Occlumency as you know and as a werewolf immune to the Imperius curse. The Dark Lord believes to break him or kill him slowly in the process. Either one works for him." Severus pinched the bridge of his nose as he pushed away his weariness. He had not been able to sleep for over 72 hours and it was finally taking its toll.

"What can we do?" Charlie had spent the last hour staring at a spot on the table. He finally stared into Snape's black eyes with calm green ones. He could see that the Potions Master was tired and he also knew that until they finished the meeting that he would not get his well deserved sleep.

"I am not sure." Snape rubbed his eyes and tried to focus.

"I was only there for a month. There is only one way in and it is by the hand of the Dark Lord. There are…" Snape growled in irritation as his eyes began to cross and his head began to droop. He stood and began pacing, trying to stay awake.

"There are very few guards, perhaps 10 at the most except during a prisoner transfer, then there are 20 or more. There are never more than 30 prisoners; no one ever lasts long enough." He was talking quickly as he rubbed his eyes.

"Severus." Snape turned to Arthur, his legs trembling, begging for sleep.

"Yes Arthur." His voice losing its bite.

"Go to sleep. You are no good to us if you cannot think straight."

Snape opened his mouth to respond but then closed it with a nod before turning to leave the room. The trio and twins all stepped aside, giving him access to the stairs which led up to the ground floor at number 12 Grimmauld Place.

He wasn't sure how he did it, but he had finally made it up five flights of stairs and into the attic where he was staying at the moment. He stripped off his clothes, letting them drop on the floor, and climbed onto his bed. He didn't bother getting under the covers as his head hit the pillow and he fell into a deep sleep.

"Severus…please…"

Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest, blasting him into the air. For a split second, he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining skull, and then he fell slowly backward, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight.

"NO!" Severus sat up and looked around quickly before realizing where he was and slowed his breathing. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to push away the memory that has haunted him for two years now. Once he calmed he opened his eyes and frowned when he realized someone had been in his room.

The fireplace was roaring with flames, making the room rather warm in the otherwise chilly attic. His clothes had been taken and he growled as he realized that the same person had laid him under his covers, and had therefore seen him naked. Just as he was about to throw of the blankets to get out of bed, he heard his door open and sat there waiting to see who it was. The door closed and he saw red hair as the person climb his small stairs into the attic with a pile of folded clothes in her arms. Yes it was a she, and he sighed when he saw that it was Ginevra and all anger left him. He did not like that she had seen him naked, but if it had to be one person to touch his things and take care of him he would rather it be his apprentice than anyone else.

She was very bright, perhaps even as bright as Granger, but she had what the older girl lacked: tact, subtlety, humbleness, patience and most of all, she was able to be quiet. Yes, Severus liked this girl more than he would ever let on. She was like a daughter to him, having been the one to find him innocent, graduating a year early with exceptional scores, and asking to be his apprentice in potion making. He had spent the last year with her in this attic, teaching her what she did not learn at Hogwarts and even telling her his secrets that he had learned over the twenty years as Potions Master. And how she had absorbed everything she learned. He would only have to mention how to handle an ingredient or potion once and two months later she would remember without him having to remind her.

And there were days, like today, that she would take care of him. Whether it was because he was sick, or injured, or just plain tired; she was always there. When he had come to headquarters with a gash in his side, she had been the only one there. And he had passed out as soon as she opened the door. She had somehow gotten him into his bed, with fresh pajamas and bandages covering his wound. He had asked her why she wasn't training to be a healer, for she was rather good at it.

"Then I wouldn't be working with you silly." She had smiled up at him and then continued working on the sleeping draft as if he hadn't spoken. He had felt his heart swell that day, and it had never deflated. No matter what he had to see or do, the thought of his 'daughter' kept him sane and reminded him why he tried as hard as he could at anything set before him.

"You're awake." Severus snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to see her watching him with bright, honey-colored eyes.

"Yes, thank you." He said quietly. He did not say why he thanked her, but he didn't need to. They never had to talk too much to know what the other was saying.

"No problem." She set the clothes at the foot of the bed and set a tray of food, which he had not seen behind his clothes, on the table by his bed.

"Eat, and come downstairs when you are finished. We need to figure out what to do about Remus." He nodded to her and she kissed his cheek before leaving the room.

He smiled, she never blushed or became silly after kissing him, and she never had. He had accidentally let slip that she was like a daughter to him, and before he could say anything more she had just looked at him with a bright smile.

"Daddy number two huh?" She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "Very well then, but that just means I'll be a bit more cheeky."

After that he thought nothing of her kisses, or her hugs which he had become used to. Sometimes he even let his mind believe that she was in fact his own flesh and blood, but he would never say that to anyone else. She was the daughter of Arthur Weasley, except in the attic or the boiler room where they made potions. When they were alone, she was his daughter, and he was happy.

"Someone has to go there, wearing a locator." Charlie said for the third time during the meeting since Snape had finished telling them about the camp in Queerditch Marsh.

"No, who knows if it would work. And who would we send in there?" Arthur asked as he took another sip of his tea. "Severus cannot go because Voldemort has already denied him access, having him on another operation. We all have our own jobs that we cannot just up and leave from without making Voldemort suspicious and the others are too young. Who would we send?"

"I could go." Bill looked at his father. "I am done, I have nothing else to do. I could go."

"No Bill…" Arthur started.

"Can you hide your thoughts Bill?" Severus hissed from across the table.

"No, but you can teach me."

"We do not have the time."

"I'll work hard."

"Can you throw off the Imperius Curse?"

"Again we can train."

"I don't have the time to train with you."

"I am all we have." Bill said firmly.

"You are not good enough." Severus stood and leaned over the table, holding himself up with his arms. "You need to be able to block your mind from the Dark Lord and you know too much to risk it. You have to be able to keep control and throw off the Imperius Curse, you could do too much being an auror and curse breaker. You could get too far in before any of us could stop it. You need to be able to keep your emotions under control, ignore what he shows you or does around you. You cannot become angry as he tortures and tears apart muggles just to show you that he can. You must keep your wits about you, even after being tortured yourself. You also must give him a reason to send you to Queerditch Marsh, and being William Weasley is not a good enough reason. He would rather send Ginevra, she at least is a memory of his past that he would love to break. You, he would kill immediately."

"Then we have no one." Charlie sighed.

"You have me." All eyes turned to the youngest Weasley, standing by the door of the boiler room with Kreacher at her feet as usual. Everyone went into an uproar.

"NO!"

"You cannot!"

"I will not have it!"

Severus looked into her eyes, which were locked on his as well. His heart ached at the thought of his sweet child in such a place as Queerditch Marsh, but his mind hissed.

She is the best option.

No! She is too young!

She is strong. You have trained her yourself. She would survive and you know it.

She could die.

She could die here. She could die anywhere. You know she is ready. She can do this.

She has such a bright future. The world is opened to her. She is beautiful, bright and perfect. The world would bow down to such a being.

Not until the Dark Lord is destroyed. Until then, her future is doomed. You can see it in her eyes, this is the only option.

"Very well." Severus said softly, but everyone stopped yelling and looked at him.

"What?" Arthur looked back and forth from Ginny to Severus.

"She is the only option. She is already trained in both Occlumency and Legilimens. She has nothing to give to the Dark Lord that could be putting any of us at risk. She is unaffected by the Imperius Curse, and even if she were under his influence she could not go anywhere he could not go himself. She is also from his past and if he cannot break her, which he cannot, he will send her to Queerditch Marsh within a week."

"But her temper. She has a temper worse than anyone else's. She can't go." Harry almost shouted. Severus did not break the lock between his and Ginevra's eyes, and she did not even flinch at his words.

"It will hinder her no more, she has an extremely strong self-control." He said firmly.

"She is too young!" Molly shouted and looked at Arthur.

"I am of age. And if you do not send me then I will go of my own accord. You know I will." She seemed to be speaking only to Severus.

"She will go." Severus tried to hide the pain in his voice. He knew she would go, and the thought of finding her thrashing from the Cruciatus Curse at the Dark Lord's feet almost made him want to lock her up until this war was finally over. But he couldn't do it; she would rather die than be locked away.

"She will go."

So here's another story people. Yes it is a bit OOC but keep in mind that this is a year after the trio graduate (Ginny graduated a year early) Hogwarts, so the relationship between Severus and Ginevra has developed and grown during this time. They will never be a ship in this story, purely father/daughter relationship so no asking for it.

And no Fred did not die in my story, his was the only death I hated so muahahaha he's alive here.

Well anyway, let me know what you think. And I will try hard to update asap but it might take a bit. I do have a life people, but again, I will try.

Review please!