Wyllt Family

So, I am now in body of O'Shea Wyllt and the log lying over me is Shayna Wyllt, ten years younger, whole five years of cuteness. We are the children of Elaine Rayne and Arzan Wyllt. Well, supposedly the body I am in, was recreating a ritual for some strengthening magic but the ritual failed and though no immediate effect was seen but the soul consciousness dispersed over time, resulting in my crossover.

Now, as a politician what is the first thing to do? Adapt, so the boy died, I got a body and now I am to adventure in the name of O'shea. But, surprisingly even though I have not read Harry Potter very clearly but I quite remember that here a few different things rather than the book which everyone on my home world was so fond of. For example Wyllt family, which I am born in is one of the major power brokers in the world here. We are a continental powerhouse here in Europe, with more than seventy high wizards, thirteen warlocks and seven archmages. If what this boy recalls is correct then we are one of the finest, not only in England but all of the world.

What use is , heh, so much power in secret

but now that I am here I am going to occupy body of one of their descendants and start my world conquest? First I need too control this family and start with my so called parents and this kid.

"Fuck, I am going to conquer this family and then the whole world shall tremble beneath my awesomeness."

I got to throw this kid off me. What a healthy child. Parents here have no shame or what ...so much food in out of five years old kids body. Got to make her slimmer, at least she will be useful to....

The politician was starting his fantastic political journey before he suddenly went blind, his eyes stopped working. Fresh from a death, he panicked when he felt his body losing control, he was feeling as he was dissolving in water. But it was not his body dissolving but rather his soul.

"Rule and capture this and that in my family..."A middle aged man sitting back farther in the same mountain range behind the house in which the now soulless boy was sleeping snorted. As for what and when, who knows?

Sometimes later, the dead boy with his soul now restored reoccupied his body but when he woke up with a start, pain wrecked him all over. From the near death experience to the dreaded pain of breaking and molding his soul hit him at once and he fainted.

A few hours later when he woke up, he felt something poking his face, but rather than pain and everything else the first thing he felt was bliss. Not because the pain was gone not he felt his magic stronger, no, because his sister was awake and she was the one poking him.

He opened his eyes slowly and saw the cherubic fella nearly going to cry. When she saw him awake she readily burst into tears.

"Meawie...ywu not gwtting wup. I fweel scawed"

Oh dear, the poor fella has came at night to sleep with her brother but when she woke up in the morning, her brother was not getting up when she was trying to talk to hime so she was going to cry.

But now he woke up and her little heart still wants to cry. Dear lord, what a cute fellow.

Let us get her quiet first or mother will start breaking my legs.

"Dear, cutie baby, brother was playing. Don't cry. You will not look pretty if you cry. Mother will beat me again when you cry, you don't want mother to beat me, right Sha? Let's play castles today alright. Brother will make a super castle for you after breakfast alright. Come on smile.. yes yes..see how pretty you look when you smile."

"Dow I lwook as pwetty as mowther?"

The lisp was nearly gone now that the little fella stopped crying, but still a little remained. How cute!