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Chapter 14: Harriet & Ravi



September 1, 2096

After meeting with the other Prefects and receiving instructions for the year from the Head Boy and Head Girl, Harriet, Mike and Scheherazade kicked some 1st Years out of a compartment and finally got some time alone. With a wave of his hand, Mike Malfoy locked the door and obscured the windows. Scheherazade's veil and headscarf melted away revealing her beautiful brown eyes and black hair.

"So . . . . Married, huh?" said Mike.

"Yeah . . ." said Scheherazade, dazed.

"Why don't we share our stories?" suggested Harriet. "I'll go first.

I was in my room with this boy apparated in, announced that he was my husband, Ravi and apparated us away. . . "

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When Harriet Powell looked around, she found herself in a large city. The buildings all looked to have been built in the past 130 years. Everyone around her were wearing these strange bodysuits. On the arms, legs, chest and back, it looked like they had painted bare skin. Around the ankles it gradually transitioned from paint to shoes. The genitals were covered with a kind of webbing that was tight enough on the women that their 'camel toe' could clearly be seen. On the men, it was, at the same time, tight enough transversely as to leave no doubt just how well endowed the men were, yet loose enough to allow their male parts to hang down freely. The butts were fit more like tight pants than paint. This was the basic form. But there were a lot of variations and most of the women wore skirts.
Some of the women's bodysuits were sleeveless, the neckline came down from the shoulders in a 'V' that ended just above the navel in front and just above the coin slot in the back. They had mini-skirts and a thin painted line running down to knee-high boots.
Some of the women had short sleeves and high necklines. Their skirts came down to the mid-calf.
And there were some women who had long gloves that ended below the shoulder on the outer side. On the inside, they run up the armpit and down the sides of the torso. The neckline was so low that it actually came down below the bottom edge of the areolas. Although all of the women's outfits gave them breast support, in spite of appearing to be just painted chests, these girls were lifted much higher, giving an impression of 'breasts on a shelf'. Their skirts, on the other hand, were floor length. Harriet observed that none of the girls wearing this particular style, appeared to be older than her.
Now that she thought about it, no one appeared older than 20.

"Where are we? And what are they wearing!" gasped Harriet, scandalized.

"This is our largest city," replied Ravi Ravenclaw. "It is known as: Godric's Hollow. As for the attire of the others, they are known as body skins. They are actually life forms that respond to your thoughts. Like so."

With that, Ravi's blue Wizard's robe shifted and turned into one of the more form fitting styles like the other teen-aged boys were wearing.

"Gah!" gasped Harriet, as she jumped back in surprise. "You startled me! Now explain yourself! What's all this about you being my husband?"

"That is quite a tale," began Ravi. "Would you care to walk with me as I explain?"

"Do I have a choice?" asked Harriet.

"In the short term, yes," replied Ravi. "I could return you to your house and never bother you again. But in the long term, you would always be tortured by the fact that I am one of your Soul-Bound husbands."

"So we ARE Soul Bound!" exclaimed Harriet. "I knew it!
Perhaps you should start from the beginning."

"It began, not in this life, or the previous one, but the one before that, in a different universe," began Ravi. "You were a wizard known as Harry Potter."

"Wait a minute! Are you saying I'm the reincarnation of the Dark Lord Harry Potter?" asked Harriet fearfully.

"You were never a Dark Lord, In fact, you made a career out of fighting Dark Lords. What makes you think you were a Dark Lord?" asked Ravi.

"Everyone knows that the Dark Lord Harry Potter killed almost all the Lords of the Wizengamott and took their wealth and titles. That's why we have an elected House of the Magi to rule in their stead," explained Harriet.

"I am afraid that the Wizarding history you have been taught is grossly inaccurate," signed Ravi. "But, we are skipping ahead of ourselves.

No, as I was saying, in another universe, you were called Harry Potter. You discovered a way to create a Soul Bond and used it on yourself and your wife. Unfortunately, she was killed by one of the Dark lords you were fighting. You lived a long life, and over the course of it, you married five times, Soul Binding yourself each time you were married. I was your third wife, Padma Patil Potter. The final time your wife died at the hands of a Dark Lord, your conciousness was transferred to this universe to inhabit the body of your younger self. But you brought with you the souls of all the women you were Soul Bound to. An unforeseen effect of this is because we were twins in this universe. Our twin sisters were connected to everyone in your Soul Bonds. But we managed to make things work. Together, we defeated three Dark Lords. One of them, Regulus Black, had killed and taken over most of the families in the Wizengamott. After you killed him, you stripped him of his titles. You then, re-organized the Wizarding government so it became more democratic. You then dispersed your titles amongst your descendants. You made me, Lady Padma Ravenclaw. After nearly a century, we mutually decided to end our lives and start again. Using a special potion and ritual, we were able to chose who and what we came back as. Our twin sisters chose not to go with us. They still live."

"I have a sister?" asked Harriet.

"No, she was only your sister in a past life," explained Ravi. "Actually you had three sisters. But I thought you would want to meet our twins first, the Forbearers: Rose and Parvati."

"What do you mean Forbearers?" asked Harriet.

"Although most of the members of our society are descended from a man named Ron Wesley, he had so many wives and children that he spent all his time childrearing, explained Ravi. "You, Rose and your six wives, however became the founders of our culture. Because of this, members of my great, great grandparent's generation are called Forbearers. Actually, that title is only given to Rose and Parvati, currently."

"So I chose to come back as me?" inquired Harriet.

"Actually you chose to come back as a muggleborn because you feared losing touch with muggle concerns," said Ravi. "While I came back as my own descendant so I could continue my studies."

"So you're your own Forbearer?" asked Harriet.

"Actually, I descended from four of the Forbearers: Harry , Padma, Luna and Tonks," replied Ravi. "but the only family I'm heir to, is the Ravenclaw one and I share that title with my twin brother, Rama. But in order to become Lord Ravenclaw, my mother, grandmother and great grandmother would all have to die, first."

"What is That?!" screeched Harriet.

"That is an elf. They used to be called House Elves. But over the course of a century, the Forbearer, Hermione bought and freed them all. Now they are full members of our society. He is selling bodyskins. Would you like me to buy you one?"

Harriet nodded, uncertainly.

"Blinky, could I have a bodyskin for my Soul Bound Wife?" asked Ravi as a paper bill appeared in his hand.

"Yes, Mister Ravi Ravenclaw, sir," replied the elf as he handed her a postcard sized bundle.

As soon as it touched her hand it flowed, like water up her arm under her robes.

"AHHH!! WHAT"S IT DOING?" screamed Harriet.

"Relax, it is supposed to do that. Just concentrate on how you want it to look and it will respond," replied Ravi.

Harriet closed her eyes and it flowed out the back collar of her robe and turned into a cloak.

"That's not so bad," said Harriet as she admired her new blue silk cloak. "So where are we going?"

"We have arrived," replied Ravi, as he indicated the castle before them. "Gyfindor Castle, Home of the Forebearers Rose and Parvati."

A child answered the door and led them to the great hall where two young women were waiting for them. They both looked to be in their 20's. One had red hair and green eyes. The other had black hair and brown eyes.

"Forebearers Rose and Parvati, I would like you to meet Harriet Powell, the current incarnation of your brother, Harry. Harriet, this is the Forebearer, Lady Rose Potter and the Forbearer, Lady Parvati Gryfindor.

"Are you the one who sent me a key to a Gringott's vault when I was 11?" asked Harriet.

"Yes, I hope it came in handy," replied Rose.

"You wouldn't also be the same Rose Potter that Professor Longbottom often speaks of?" inquired Harriet.

"Neville Longbottom?" asked Rose.

Harriet nodded.

"HE"S ALIVE!!!!" screeched Rose as she apparated away.

Parvati sighed. "She had a brief fling with him when we were twelve, but she had to give him up because of our Soul Bond," explained Parvati.

"So you were my wife in a past life?" asked Harriet.

"Yes, even after more than a decade I still miss the closeness of our Soul Bond," replied Parvati. "Do you mind if I see if we are still connected?"

Harriet nodded as Parvati drew closer and pulled her into a kiss. But she didn't feel the special connection she felt with Mike or Scheherazade.

"Sorry, I don't feel it," said Harriet.

"Me either," affirmed Parvati, sadly. "I guess either your death or Padma's broke my Twin Bond to your Soul Bonds.

"Well let me be sure of Ravi," said Harriet, as she pounced on Ravi and kissed him deeply. Just like with Mike and Scheherazade, she felt what he was feeling. They hummed with arousal as their tongues danced.

When they broke off, Parvati said: "Yeah, I really miss that closeness."

"Could I ask a question?" said Harriet. "How can you dress so provocatively? I mean, who came up with that?"

"I did," snarled Parvati, defensively.

""Forbearer Parvati designs the styles," explained Ravi. "Everyone follows her lead. Every time she changes her style of wearing her bodyskin, the generation that is coming of age then copies her. In fact, you can determine the age of someone by the style in which they wear their bodyskin. My great grandmother's generation doesn't wear skirts. My grandmother's generation wears mini-skirts. My mom's generation wears long skirts. And the year I started Deva school, girls started wearing floor length skirts."

"And exposed tits," added Harriet.

"Well I don't ask anyone to copy me, they just do," said Parvati.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try," said Harriet as she concentrated. He cloak shrunk down and flowed under her robe. She then, tentatively, pulled her robe over her head, revealing that she was wearing a bodyskin in the same style as Parvati with a bra over it. Blushing she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts sprang up as they were released from the bra. Harriet turned an even deeper shade of red when she realized that her nipples were hardening and that it was having a visible effect on Ravi. Deciding to tease him a little, Harriet hiked up her skirt and pulled off her knickers, not letting him see anything but a bit of leg in the process.

"Now what do I do with these?" asked Harriet, as she held her clothes.

"Allow me," said Ravi as he gestured and they vanished.

"What did you do!" demanded Harriet.

"I returned them to your abode," replied Ravi. "You can make your bodyskin take on any appearance. You don't need any other clothes now."

"So I have two other sisters?" ask Harriet.

"Yes, why don't I introduce them to you?" said Ravi. "Forebearer, It has been a pleasure to see you again."



They walked through the streets of the city until they came upon an open field. It looked like a park but nobody was visiting it.

"Why doesn't anyone use that Park?" asked Harriet.

"It is not a Park," replied Ravi. "It is the Home of the Great Mother. Out of respect, we allow her her privacy."

"Who is this Great Mother," asked Harriet.

"In your previous life, she was your mother, Lily Potter," said Ravi. "She and your sisters are awaiting us."

When they arrived at the house in the center of the property, a red-haired woman with emerald green eyes open the door for them. She clearly looked like she was Rose Potter's sister.

"It this her?" asked the woman.

"Yes Great Mother," replied Ravi. "Great Mother, may I present Harriet Powell, the current incarnation of your son, Forebearer Harry. Harriet, this is the Great Mother, Lily Potter Lupin."

"Oh please stop with that Great Mother and Forbearer crap!" exclaimed Lilly as she pulled Harriet into a hug. "Why don't you come in and meet your sisters?"

As Harriet and Ravi were led in there were two more young girls in the kitchen. One had Red hair and hazel eyes, The other had black hair and green eyes.

"I know you!" exclaimed Harriet, in recognition. "You were Head Girl my first year at Hogwarts!"

"Really? You weren't that girl I found coming down from the Astronomy Tower the first night were you?" asked Jane Potter.

"Yes!" exclaimed Harriet, as she hugged her past sister. "So if you're my sister from a century ago, why are you so young and what were you doing at Hogwarts?"

"May and I had quite traumatic lives," began Jane. "So much so that our memories were erased and we were de-aged to children so we could live our lives over again."

"I sent them to Hogwarts instead of the Deva school because I wanted them to be able to choose whether they became Witches or Devas," explained Lily. "Oh and I suppose I should introduce your other sister, May."

"Welcome back to the family!" said May, as she gave Harriet a hug.

"So is my dad from a past life here too?" asked Harriet.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

"Your father died long ago," explained Lily.

"And you never remarried?" asked Harriet.

"Of course I did," said Lily. "I married one of my friends from my Hogwarts days. We had a long and happy life together. We chose to forgo immortality because he was a werewolf, but after he died I had my self de aged."

"I was going to ask why everyone is so young," said Harriet. "Does everyone have themselves de-aged regularly?"

"No, normally, we use our Philosopher's Stones to extend our lives," said Ravi. "Everyone has one."

Harriet's eyes bulged.

"Why didn't Rose come with you?" asked May.

"She found out some boy she had a crush on when she was twelve is one of my professors and she freaked out," said Harriet.

"Which one?" asked Jane. "Maybe he taught me too."

"Professor Longbottom," replied Harriet.

"Ewwww! He's so old!" squealed May.

"Well I'm sure Mandy can fix that," replied Lily.

"So what did you do with yourselves after Hogwarts?" asked Harriet of her two past sisters.

"We each married the great grandsons of our childhood friends," replied May. I married Orion Black-Weasley and Jane married Betelguise Black-Weasley. It was a little bit of an adjustment to be the junior member of a harem, but since I was used to seeing it at home I was able to handle it. The really weird thing is when I run into my children or grandchildren from before my memory was erased. But in recent years, I've had 5 more sons, with one more on the way (patting her bulging belly) and Jane had had three more sons."

"Wait a minute! What's all this about a harem?" demanded Harriet.

"As I told you, the Forebearers created our culture," explained Ravi. "Since there were seven women either Soul Bound or Twin bound to you, seven wives has become the normal family arrangement for us."

"There's no way I'm going to share you with six women!" snarled Harriet.

"You miss understand me," said Ravi. "Of those original seven wives, tow of them, Forbearers Rose and Parvati are not longer bound to us. The rest of us are evenly divided by gender, three male and three female. I believe you already know some of them?"

"Yes I do," affirmed Harriet, as she thought of Mike and Scheherazade. "So who are the two I haven't met?"

"I can take you to meet them now," replied Ravi, as he apparated the two of them away.


They reappeared in a small town that was dominated by two enormous 70-storey towers.

"Welcome to Ravenswood," said Ravi. "That is Ravensroost Tower, the ancestral home of the Ravenclaw family. Come. Let me introduce you to your other husband."

Picking her up, Ravi flew in a window near the top of the tower. Inside was a bedroom shared by the two Ravenclaw brothers. Rama was practicing with his band. Harriet had never heard anything like their music. She and Ravi waited patiently until the song hand ended and Harriet clapped her hands in appreciation.

"That was wonderful!" gushed Harriet. "How did you all get so good?"

"Everyone in our family is either a musical or arthimatic prodigy, usually both," explained Ravi. "Brother, this is our wife, Harriet Powell. Harriet, this is my twin brother and you soul bound husband, Rama Ravenclaw.

"Let's just see about that," said Harriet as she pulled Rama into a kiss.

Just like with Scheherazade, Mike and Ravi, she could feel what he was feeling and soon they were humming with pleasure as they deepened their kiss. They were able to regain control of them selves when Rama's cousins began making cat-calls and wolf-whistles.

"Wow! That's just like kissing Mysteria!" gasped Rama.

"Who's she?" asks Harriet.

"Your remaining co-wife," replied Ravi, Come on, there is more that I want to show you,"

He led her out of the room and down the stairs to the top floor of the library.

"This is not what I think it is, it it?" gasped Harriet, as she gazed at the thousands of books she could see on this row, alone.

"If you believe it to be the Library of Ravenclaw, then you are correct in your assumption," replied Ravi.

Harriet couldn't believe it! She was in the lost Library of Ravenclaw!

"Can I look at some the books?" begged Harriet.

"Actually, I had hoped to show you a trick down here," said Ravi. "I trust you have been studying the Occlumency and Legmancy books I have sent you? This works on a similar principle only instead of absorbing knowledge from a mind, you will be absorbing it from a book. Wave your wand the way I'm waving my hand and say the command work while visualizing a dodecahedron in your mind."

Once she had done so, Ravi said: "You are now able to absorb the knowledge from any book, just by touching it. Try it."

Harriet touched the spine of a book and jumped back in shock.

"Wow! All of a sudden I know everything in that book!" gasped Harriet.

"Not precisely," said Ravi. "You will still have to practice the new spells you have absorbed in order to properly cast them."

"Is this what you Devas do instead of going to Hogwarts?" asks Harriet.

"We still have schooling," replied Ravi. Each town has a five-year primary school where we lean things like reading, writing, math, Occlumency, legimancy and charms. I dare say once of our primary school graduates could past your Wizarding O.W.L. test on charms. When we are eleven, we are required to break our wands before entering Deva School at the Tower next store. My Great Grandmother is Headmistress."

"You break your wands?" said Harriet incredulously.

"In our society, only children use wands," explained Ravi. "Devas do magic Wandlessly."

As they descended through the library, Harriet continued to run her hands along books until she got a headache from absorbing too much, too fast. Then, Ravi made her stop.

Their next apparition took them to the town made of geodesic domes. There was lots of open space and gardens. But Harriet's biggest shock was the attire. Everyone, from young child to adult, was naked!

"Brrrr" shivered Harriet, as she hugged herself. "I'm feeling overdressed."

"Well if you would feel more comfortable, you could always remove your bodyskin," said Ravi, as his vanished and Harriet got to see just how well he was endowed. She also saw that his privates were covered in a multicolored tattoo.

"Is this some kind of trick to get me in bed?" demanded Harriet. "Because I'm not some slutty girl like my mom, who sleeps with guys she just met! I'm wait until my wedding night!"

"Again, you misunderstand me," said Ravi. "In the first place, our wedding night was two lifetimes ago. We are already married. But I am not trying to coerce you into something you are not prepared for. When you are ready, it will happen and not before. In fact, of your three husbands, I want to be the last one to become you lover."

"Why?" asked Harriet. "I mean, you must feel it when ever one of us becomes excited, we all do."

"Are you taking arthimancy?" asked Ravi, as Harriet nodded. "Excellent! Then you know how the power of a Witch or Wizard can be given a number, with muggles being 0, squibs being 1 Merlin being 10 and the average Wizard being a 3? We Devas measure our power levels in exponents. 10 to the 2nd power, 10 to the 6th power, 10 to the 8th power, etcetera. The way we got these power levels is through a set of magical tattoos, like mine. When you activate your tattoo by consummating your marriage, your power level is multiplied by your partner's. So if I am the last husband to active my tattoo with yours, then I will be your most powerful husband. Another reason for want to wait, is that I feel that if you were to jump to my power level immediately that you might find it traumatic. Therefore, I feel that it would be better it those us who were Wizard or Witches make smaller just in power before becoming Devas."

"Mike and Scheherazade," mused Harriet.

"Exactly," confirmed Ravi.

"But I haven't got a tattoo!" protested Harriet.

"That's one of the reasons I brought you here," explained Ravi as he gestured to a pale, naked, blonde-haired girl about their age who was gliding towards them like a demetor. Harriet could tell she was a natural blonde. "The other reason was to meet her, your co-wife, Mysteria Nott."

"Hello Harry, or should I say Harriet," greeted Mysteria in a dreamy voice. "it's nice to see you again."

"I don't believe we've ever met," replied Harriet.

"Well, not in this life, but we used to know each other intimately," replied Mysteria. "Now let's get that dress off of you."

"Eeek!" squealed Harriet as she rose into the air and her bodyskin flowed of her like water to form a puddle below her. Harriet tried to cover her body with her hands.

"There's not need to be shy," said Mysteria as she lowered Harriet down. "I'm your wife."

Mysteria pulled Harriet into a kiss and she couldn't help but respond, any more than she could help responding to her other four spice.

"Now that I've established my identity, let's do you tattoo," said Mysteria, as she waved her hand and Harriet's pubic hair vanished.

"Eeek!" squealed Harriet, as she felt the hair under her right hand vanish.

"Relax, it will grow back," admonished Mysteria. "Mine did."

Mysteria bent forward and kissed Harriet's hand. She then gently pulled Harriet's hand aside and kissed her labia. Harriet shivered with pleasure and spred her legs to allow her easier assess. When Mysteria began tracing intricate patterns on Harriet's pubic region she moaned with pleasure until Ravi covered her mouth with his. Harriet experienced peak after peak as Ravi French kissed her and Mysteria tattoed her. Once she had done her work, Mysteria went down on her, to orally, bring her over the brink one more time.

(pant) "If I hand any doubt (pant) about your claims, (pant) you've swept them away now," gasped Harriet.

"Yes, come on, we should be getting you back," replied Ravi.

"Just how powerful are you two?" asked Harriet.

"My brother and I are 15th power. That is, 10 to the 15th power, replied Ravi. "Mysteria is 10th power."

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"That's quite a tale," observed Scheherazade. "Now let me tell you what happened to me!"