Cassius listen in the meeting when the mention of Attacking the Bones for daring for staying neutral. "My lord, what value is there?" All turned toward him in shock. "Our focus should be in Hunting the order and whipping them out, not killing other pure bloods for a simple slight."

Before Bellatrix could start screaming, Voldemort stepped toward Cassius, his robes billowing behind him. The Dark Lord's pale, handsom face was impassive, but his red eyes burned with intensity. The room fell silent, the tension palpable.

"Speak, Cassius," Voldemort hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

Cassius swallowed hard, but held Voldemort's gaze. "My Lord, I meant no disrespect," he said carefully. "The Bones family may be neutral, but they are still pure-bloods. Attacking them could alienate others who have yet to choose a side."

Bellatrix opened her mouth, but Voldemort raised a hand, silencing her.

"You question my judgment?" Voldemort asked, his voice deceptively calm as he took a step closer to Cassius. "Speak plainly, Cassius. Are you concerned about wasting resources on this endeavor?"

Cassius held Voldemort's piercing gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. "My Lord, I merely suggest that eliminating the Order should be our primary focus. Their numbers grow stronger each day, and they pose the greatest threat to our cause."

Bellatrix let out a derisive snort, but Voldemort silenced her with a sharp look.

"And if I were to task you with destroying the Bones family by yourself?" Voldemort hissed. "Would you question my orders then?"

Cassius swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Of course not, my Lord. I live to serve you and would carry out your will without hesitation."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he studied Cassius's face, searching for any sign of deception. After a tense moment, he let out a low chuckle.

"You question my judgment?" Voldemort asked, his voice deceptively calm.

"Not at all, my Lord," Cassius replied. "I merely suggest that our focus should be on hunting down and eliminating the Order of the Phoenix. They are our greatest threat, and their numbers grow stronger by the day."

Voldemort regarded him coolly, his red eyes burning into Cassius's soul. "Your loyalty is not in question, Cassius," he said, his voice a soft hiss. "However, I require a demonstration of your commitment to our cause."

Cassius swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. "Anything, my Lord."

"The Bones family has dared to remain neutral in this conflict," Voldemort said, his voice laced with contempt. "They must be made an example of, a warning to those who would defy us."

Bellatrix let out a shrill cackle, her eyes alight with a manic gleam. "Let me handle them, my Lord! I'll make them scream for mercy!"

Voldemort raised a hand, silencing her. "No, Bellatrix. This task falls to Cassius."

Cassius felt his stomach drop, but he kept his expression impassive. "As you command, my Lord."

"You will go to the Bones manor and eliminate every member of their family," Voldemort hissed, his voice sending chills down Cassius's spine. "Leave no one alive, save for the children if you must. But make it clear that this is the price for defiance."

Cassius nodded, his mouth dry. "I will not fail you, my Lord."

Voldemort's lips curled into a cruel smile. "See that you don't. This is your chance to prove your loyalty, Cassius. Do not disappoint me."

Cassius stood at the edge of the imposing Bones manor, his body tense with anticipation. With a flick of his wand, hundreds of paper crows took flight, their wings beating furiously as they soared towards the windows. In a deafening crash, the crows shattered the glass, their razor-sharp edges slicing through the air like a thousand knives.

Inside, the Bones family huddled together, their eyes wide with terror as the paper crows swarmed around them, wrapping their sinuous forms around their wands and snapping them with a sickening crack. Cries of panic and despair echoed through the halls as the family members found themselves disarmed and defenseless.

Donning his Death Eater mask, Cassius strode into the manor, his footsteps echoing like the tolling of a death knell. The Bones family cowered before him, their faces etched with fear, as he raised his wand, the cruel words of the Sectumsempra curse on his lips.

Blood splattered across the walls, painting a grim canvas of death and despair. The air was thick with the metallic scent of crimson, the once-pristine manor now a macabre scene of carnage. Cassius stood amidst the lifeless bodies, his wand trembling in his hand as the haunting memory of his father's words echoed in his mind. "God for forgive me for bringing monsters like them into the world."

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake off the self-loathing that threatened to consume him. With a deep breath, he steeled his resolve and pushed open the heavy oak doors, stepping out into the night.

But then, a piercing scream rent the air, and Cassius whirled around to see one of the Bones children, a young girl, her eyes wide with horror as she took in the gruesome scene. Slowly, he turned to face her, his bloodied mask a twisted visage of death. "Be wiser than them," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Never oppose our Dark Lord."

With a swish of his cloak, he disappeared into the night, tears dripping down his mask as the weight of his actions pressed down upon him.

Cassius stood motionless, his body numb as the echoes of Alexandria Bones's screams faded into the night. The young girl's haunted eyes would forever be seared into his memory, a constant reminder of the atrocities he had committed. As he made his way back to Malfoy Manor, the weight of his actions bore down upon him, each step growing heavier than the last.

The news of the Bones family massacre spread like wildfire, igniting outrage and terror throughout the wizarding world. The Prophet emblazoned its pages with gruesome details, dubbing Cassius the "Red Reaper" – a moniker that would haunt him for the rest of his days. He could almost hear the collective gasps of horror as readers pored over the grisly accounts, their eyes widening in disbelief at the depths of his depravity.

For an entire week, the Bones massacre dominated the headlines, each article a fresh twist of the knife in Cassius's already shattered psyche. He tried to rationalize his actions, convincing himself that it was for the greater good, that he was sacrificing his soul to infiltrate the Dark Lord's inner circle and ultimately bring about his downfall. But the justifications rang hollow, and the blood on his hands felt as if it would never wash away.

He entered his modest home, the warm glow of the hearth offering little comfort. Severus and Julia looked up from the table, concern etched on their faces as they took in his haggard appearance.

"Cassius, what happened?" Julia asked, her voice trembling with worry.

Cassius shook his head, unable to meet their eyes. "I... I can't..."

Severus rose from his seat, his brow furrowed. "Brother, you're scaring us. Talk to us."

Cassius opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, he sank into a nearby chair, burying his face in his hands as sobs wracked his body.

Julia rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him. "Shhh, it's alright. We're here."

Severus knelt beside them, his hand on Cassius's shoulder. "Whatever it is, we'll get through this together."

In that moment, Cassius wanted nothing more than to confide in his siblings, to unburden himself of the horrors he had witnessed and committed. But the memories were too raw, too painful. Instead, he simply clung to Julia, drawing what little comfort he could from her embrace.

The days that followed were a blur of torment. Cassius retreated into himself, barely uttering a word to anyone but his infant daughter, Eileen. He would sit for hours, cradling her tiny form, finding solace in her innocence and unconditional love.

Severus and Julia tried their best to reach him, but Cassius remained distant, haunted by the ghosts of his past. The news of the Bones massacre spread like wildfire, and he could feel the weight of the world's judgment bearing down upon him.

In the quiet moments, when the screams of the damned echoed in his mind, Cassius would gaze upon Eileen's sleeping form, silently vowing to shield her from the darkness that had consumed him. He would do whatever it took to protect her, even if it meant sacrificing his own soul in the process.

The meeting drew to a close, and the Death Eaters began to disperse, their hushed whispers filling the cavernous room. Cassius rose from his seat, his movements stiff and stilted, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of malice that permeated the air.

"Cassius," came the soft, hissing voice of the Dark Lord, freezing him in his tracks. "A moment of your time."

Swallowing hard, Cassius turned to face Voldemort, his heart pounding in his chest. The Dark Lord's pale, mature well structured face were illuminated by the flickering torchlight, casting sinister shadows that danced across his impassive expression. As the last of the Death Eaters filed out, Voldemort beckoned Cassius closer with a slender, finger. Cassius obliged, his footsteps echoing hollowly against the stone floor.

"My Lord," he murmured, his voice low and respectful. Voldemort regarded him with those piercing, crimson eyes, and Cassius felt as though the Dark Lord could see straight through to his very soul.

"You have proven yourself invaluable, Cassius," Voldemort hissed, his words laced with a strange mixture of praise and warning. "The Bones family's demise has sent a powerful message, one that will resonate throughout the wizarding world."

Cassius fought to keep his expression neutral, but his stomach churned at the memory of the blood-soaked manor, the lifeless bodies, and the haunting screams that still echoed in his nightmares.

"I am honored to serve you, my Lord," he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil roiling within him.

Voldemort's thin lips curled into a cruel smile. "Indeed. Your loyalty and ruthlessness are commendable." He leaned forward, his crimson eyes boring into Cassius's. "But do not become complacent, my faithful servant. There is still much work to be done, and I require your unwavering dedication."

Cassius swallowed hard, his throat constricting. "Of course, my Lord. I live only to carry out your will." The darklord relieved him.

Cassius left the darklord. As he made his way through the dimly lit corridors of Malfoy Manor, his mind was a whirlwind of doubts and self-loathing. How could he face Dumbledore, the embodiment of light and hope, after descending into such darkness?

Reaching his quarters, Cassius slumped into a chair, burying his face in his hands. Tears stung his eyes as he relived the horrors of the Bones massacre, the lifeless bodies and Alexandria's piercing screams etched into his memory like a brand.

In a moment of desperation, he reached for parchment and quill, his hand trembling as he penned the words.

"Headmaster Dumbledore,

I find myself at a crossroads, haunted by the atrocities I have committed in the name of our cause. The blood of innocents stains my hands, and I fear I have lost my way.

Do you still have faith in me, or have I become the monster I sought to destroy? I beg you, send me a sign, a glimmer of hope to guide me through this darkness.

Yours,

Cassius"

Cassius stared at the parchment, his vision blurred by unshed tears. With a heavy heart, he sent the letter off, hoping against hope that Dumbledore's wisdom would provide the solace he so desperately craved.

Days turned into weeks, and still, no response came. Cassius's despair deepened, and he began to question his path, his resolve wavering with each passing moment.

Then, one night, as he sat by the fire, a familiar owl swooped in, bearing a letter with the Hogwarts seal. With trembling fingers, Cassius broke the wax and unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the few words scrawled in Dumbledore's familiar hand.

"It was for the greater good." Cassius stared at piece of paper trying to understand in this chaos.

Severus noticed that his brother was going through rut, when he visited Julia confirmed Cassius' wouldn't leave the his study unless eileen cried or he was hungry otherwise he would stay in his room reading or writing in his journal.

After Julia had left for hogwarts Severus decided to visit.

Severus stepped into Cassius's room, the stale air hitting his nostrils. He surveyed the chaotic scene before him, walls covered in intricate numerical patterns. Cassius sat cross-legged on the bed, scribbling furiously in a tattered journal.

"Cassius?" Severus ventured cautiously. "What in Merlin's name is all this?"Severus stepped into Cassius's room, the stale air hitting his nostrils. He surveyed the chaotic scene before him, walls covered in intricate numerical patterns and arcane symbols. Cassius sat cross-legged on the bed, scribbling furiously in a tattered journal, his eyes wild and hair disheveled.

"Cassius?" Severus ventured cautiously. "What in Merlin's name is all this?"

Cassius looked up, his gaze unfocused. "The war, Severus. I must find a way to predict it, to bring order to the chaos."

Severus frowned. "Predict the war? With arithmancy?"

Cassius nodded fervently. "The numbers, the patterns, they hold the key. If I can just decipher them, I can foresee the future, prevent casualties." He clutched the journal tightly. "I need stability, Severus. This is the only way."

Severus grimaced, gently squeezing Cassius's shoulder. "I understand your desire for order, brother, but this..." He trailed off, eyeing the chaotic scribbles adorning the walls. "This isn't the way."

Cassius shook his head vehemently. "You don't understand, Severus. Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, they're playing a game of chess with our lives as mere pawns. Neither cares how many are sacrificed in their pursuit of power." His eyes blazed with a feverish intensity. "But if I can decipher the patterns, unravel the threads of fate, we can break free from their machinations."

"Cassius, this obsession is consuming you," Severus insisted. "You're neglecting your health, your responsibilities. Eileen needs her father, not some wildly scribbling recluse."

Cassius looked up at the chaotic scribbles adorning the walls, his wild gaze softening for a moment. He nodded slowly, a flicker of self-awareness crossing his features. "You're right, Severus. I've become consumed by this obsession." He closed the tattered journal, setting it aside with a weary sigh.

Severus watched his brother closely, relieved to see the feverish intensity fade from his eyes. "It's understandable to crave order amidst the chaos of war, but this..." He gestured to the intricate numerical patterns and arcane symbols covering every surface. "This isn't the answer, Cassius."

Cassius ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his shoulders slumping. "I know. It's just... the thought of Eileen growing up amidst this madness, being used as a pawn in some grand game of power..." He trailed off, his gaze pained.

Severus placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. "I understand your fears, but you're not alone in this, Cassius. We'll protect Eileen."

Cassius nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You're right, it's not like I'm fighting in this war." He glanced around the cluttered room, a sheepish expression crossing his face. "Eileen needs her father, not some wildly scribbling recluse." He chuckled softly, running a hand over the wall. "And I clearly need a bath."

Severus looked at one of repeated scribblings of 31 10 81 - X 5 19 98. Severus shrugged it off.

Cassius once in the bath room started writing again. "What does any of this bloody mean?" He wrote on the mirror 8 1 18 18 25 16-23 9 12 12-4 9 5

Authors note: I'm Dilling the suffering up a notch. Also If he was in live action He would look like Robert Carlyle when Harry's at hogwart. This is basically what happens after i lose a job, but I do horoscopes.