Anyways, he surprisingly belonged to the same planet but from a different timeline of 2020s which was nearly four decades ahead of the current time. Most of his memories were filled with politics, nasty ideas involving or implicating his political rivals or fail-safe preventing him from his own allies. Surprisingly the man has a great social life but was a true loner, in the sense that he never believed in anyone. He believed in doing most of the things himself so his life experiences were vivid. If I were to ever become a warlock and form a faction, his ideas would be very helpful but also a bit restraining as the man was unrestrained and remorseless when dealing with his rivals and murder and mayhem were frequently implemented as part of his solutions to political problems. But apart from the family if I were to ever employ these skills in the wizarding world I have no doubt that these ideas will be very helpful in creating my own centre of power.
There was plenty of another knowledge ideas and goals to be achieved in his memory collection but my attention was drawn to the most riveting piece of memory which the mind of the deceased was thinking just before his soul was dispersed. It was a memory of the the British wizarding world or more specifically the memory of Harry Potter.
In his world, Harry Potter existed as a form of children's novel but surprisingly the event of the books were the truth in our part of the world. How the man regressed decades back I couldn't understand but knowing particular events far ahead in the future filled me with an unprecedented joy.
Even though our family prefers to remain uninvolved in the matters of wizarding community on a day-to-day basis but that's reserved for the warlords and archmages. Most of our younger generation and particularly high wizards are very active in the wizarding world and see their time spent outside as a period of individual learning and also the results achieved outside are evaluated by the seniors and elders back in the family based on their performance to decide the roles and resources that family will spend on them.
I was currently a fifth year wizard in Hogwarts. Most of the names which would become legendary by the time of Harry Potter were currently either too low-profile or just making their mark in the wizarding world. My first plan of action should be to recruit them all to my cause. I wasn't planning on ruling the wizarding world as some day I would have to return back to my family if I wanted to grow as a magician but a subtle influence will go a long way in not only elevating my value before the family elders but also presenting me various routes of operation and avenues of resources to be gained. Moreover, resources are always valued and bright minds always exist outside of the close knit community of archmages. Maybe the effect of basics of new magic or a quirky development would be limited at the level of archmages but unless I was an archmage which I was quite certain a very long distance away from me, it would be quite useless to operate only within the confines of the existing family resources and knowledge.
Firstly, I made a list of names which were currently not affiliated with Dumbledore's faction or too entrenched with the dark eaters. I also made a separate list of influential people who were or would be neutral in the conflict but remarkable in the power struggles like the Greengrass family, Emilia bones, Crouch senior etc.
Then I sequentially arranged the chain of events which were recorded in the memory of the deceased soul of politician. At last, I started creating blocks and checks so that each event could be beneficial in some way or another to me.
Finally I have a rough road map of the way I have planned my life and influence to be deeply entrenched in the magical community out there. But first I have to improve my impression and create an influence among my peers in the school which I believe will begin first from my own house and that's Slytherin.
By the time I finished my plans, it was already midnight and I turned to bed. Just as I was going to fall asleep the door of my bedroom creaked open a bit and Shayna entered the room with her sleeping teddy bear in one hand.
I was not surprised as usually she likes to sleep with family, she either comes to my room or when I am not at home she goes to mother's room or grandparents room. It was a kind of ritual that she would enter a different room before sleeping and whichever room she enters, its inhabitants will have to tell her a story before she falls asleep. After she falls in dreamland, if she sleeps in mother's room someone will carry her to her room but as I was lazy, I let her sleep with me as my bed was big enough and she was small enough or if she goes to grandparents room they let her sleep between them as they like to keep the little kid around.
Even though I was not very attentive towards her previously, I was not rude to her either so I might not tell her a story everytime she comes to my room but I let her sleep peacefully on my bed. Earlier sometimes she will get sad or mad and leave if I don't tell her a story or sometimes even I will tell her a story when I was in a good mood but mostly as I grew up, I kept to myself and I didn't interacted much with her. I believe it was a act of negligence on my part previously but now that I have decided differently I decided to enjoy my youth and family and prepare to tell her a story.
When she tiptoed in the room and saw me awake at first she stopped as usually I was very strict with her and chased her away when I was performing magical experiments. But when I smiled and beckoned her, she quickly jumped into the bed and looked at me with her big silver eyes as if begging me to start a story telling session. For a moment, I felt intense guilt that I have dared to not care for such a sweet child, and spent so much time elsewhere when I could have cared for my own blood sister but then I decided that instead of wallowing in the guilt I should do much better from now on. I petted her hair and started telling her the story of bumbling fool and the flying unicorn.
That night I reaffirmed my belief and promised myself that the thing most I have to protect in the world was not any power or status but the priority before my eyes that was the sweet smile of the silver eyed child before me.