Title: Queen of the Dead

Rating: PG

Summary: In Bordeaux it is not Duncan's pleading that sways Cassandra's hand but the memory of her dead husband. HP x-over

Author's Note: Just a drabble with the oddest pairing ever. Oh well. It's an AU btw.

"Would not killing him bring you down to his level?" the voice whispered from her past. Cassandra gazed at the weeping figure of Death before her, the axe heavy in her hands and was barely aware of Duncan's frantic pleadings.

Instead she listened to the memories of her long dead husband.

Brave Gryffindor from the moor.

Godric had been twenty when she had met him. A powerful wizard and an experienced swordsman with either MacLeod would be hard pressed to beat. He had had a childlike wonder and enchantment of dangerous animals and he often dragged her or his fellow Founders off to find them.

But most importantly Godric Gryffindor had been handsome and kind with an infectious laugh.

"Besides," he had added, "killing him would mean that you would receive his Quickening correct? Could you truly stand to have him in your head forever?"

"I hate him," she had glared at him, hands clenched by her side. She stood glaring up at him on a mountain outside the village that would one day be next to Hogwarts.

He too had paused and looked down toward her. "I know love. Personally I don't like him either because I am in love with you. Otherwise I'd probably like him since your descriptions of him make him sound like Salazar," he took a deep breathe, "I worry for you."

"Worry?" she demanded, "Whatever for?"

"It is not easy to love you Persephone," he murmured softly in reply.

She had stared, too confused to respond.

"You and Death, you remind me of the tale of Persephone and Hades. You were Kore, the beautiful maiden, before you were stolen away by the God of the Dead to be his Queen. And there you remain, for the most part, in his dark kingdom."

The story brought tears to her eyes for she knew Godric spoke the truth and for a brief moment, a split second, she hated him for it.

Godric saw it in her eyes and went down to her, red robes shinning in the sun. He gently clasped her hands and looked into her eyes.

"Hades is not your only paramour beautiful Persephone and I would see you happy, not knowing nothing but your desire for vengeance."

The axe cluttered to the floor and Cassandra turned, brushing past a relieved Duncan without a word and left.

For you Godric she thought as she left the dark for the day.

For you.