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Chapter 15: Scheherazade & Rama
Their souls bound together for all eternity, Harry's Harem have been reincarnated. Can you guess who's who? Will they find each other. Scheherazade & Rama
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Chapter 15: Scheherazade & Rama
"That's quite a tale," observed Scheherazade. "Now let me tell you what happened to me!"
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Scheherazade Al Saud and her female relatives had just finished breakfast in the women's wing of the mansion and the maid-servants were clearing the table when a boy appeared in their midst with a "pop!" The result was a generalized screaming as Scheherazade and her female cousins and half-sisters scrambled for their head-scarves.
"Don't be afraid. It's me, Rama" said the boy.
Scheherazade took a closer look at the boy who had been sending her Occlumency and Legimency books for the past three years. His features looked South Asian, probably Indian. He wore a blue wizard's robe and looked about her age. But she had never seen him at Hogwarts before. Still, the apparation had been proof that he was a Wizard.
"It's nice to finally meet you," said Harriet, as she finished covering her head. "But boys aren't allowed in this part of the mansion."
"Oh we won't be here long," replied Rama Ravenclaw, as he apparated them away.
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They reappeared outside of a 14th century manor house and village.
"Who ARE you and Where have you taken me?" said Scheherazade, as she poked Rama with her wand.
"I am your husband, Rama Ravenclaw."
"Does this mean that Mike is not Soul Bound to me and-" began Scheherazade.
"Of course he is. He's your husband too," proclaimed Rama.
"I have two husbands!" gasped Scheherazade. "Oh! My brothers are going to stone me for sure!"
"Actually there are three us," admitted Rama. "And we're having to share three co-wives."
"How did this happen?" demanded Scheherazade.
"The story began two lifetimes ago in an alternate dimension," began Rama. Back then, you were a pure-blood Witch named: Ginevra Weasley. Your childhood sweetheart, Harry Potter had discovered a way for you two to Bind your Souls together for all eternity. So when you got married, you performed the Soul Binding ritual."
"By the Prophet! You're the Dark Lord Harry Potter!" accused Scheherazade.
"No, I'm not," denied Rama. "Please let me finish the story.
So, anyway, you didn't last a week before you were killed a Dark Lord. Harry and I had known each other since we were eleven. During the course of the war, we fell in love and married. Stupidly, we performed the Soul Binding ritual too. I was killed by the next Dark Lord. Harry lived a long life and married three more times. Each time, his wife was killed by another Dark Lord. The last time it happened, he was transported to this dimension to inhabit the body of his younger self. But he brought will him the souls of all the women he was Soul Bound to. That included us. We lived a happy life as a harem and defeated three Dark Lords, one of whom, Harry got unjustly blamed for. Then, we performed a special ritual that ended our lives but allowed use to chose what our next life would be."
"Are you saying I chose to be muggleborn?" demanded Scheherazade.
"Actually, you chose to come back as the wealthy princess," corrected Rama. "You see, in your last life, your were dependant on the charity of another pureblood family because most of your family was dead. And the life before that the were part of a very large, but poor pure blood family."
"So who were you?" asked Scheherazade.
"I was named Hermione Granger Malfoy in the last life," said Rama. "In this one, I'm Rama Ravenclaw. Apparently, I was quite the intellectual in my previous two lives. I rebelled against that quite a bit when I was younger until I found out who I am."
"Is this where you live?" asked Scheherazade.
"No, This is Hufflepuff Manor," replied Rama. "In our past life, you were Lady Hufflepuff. I thought seeing it again might be comforting for you. You see, Harry was Lord of a whole bunch of Houses. He divided them amongst his wives and their children. That's how you became Lady Hufflepuff and I became Lady Malfoy.
Look! Over there are some of your descendants."
Scheherazade looked over where some children were playing a pickup game of quiditch. Below were people cheering them on. They looked, to Scheherazade's eyes, to be naked except for some paint covering parts of their bodies and skirts on most of the girls. Then, she spotted a familiar boy in the crowd.
"Red Foley?" greeted Scheherazade.
Rama pinched his nose in annoyance as they walked over to the Hufflepuff prefect and an all-too-familiar Deva Hufflepuff that he had his arm around.
"I take it you know this wizard?" asked Rama.
"Yes. He's a prefect at Hogwarts and is the ex-boyfriend of a friend of mine, Harriet Powell," explained Scheherazade.
"Scheherazade, I didn't expect to find you here," greeted Red. "This is my fiance'-"
"This is my ex-girlfriend and your descendant Herringbone Hufflepuff," interrupted Rama. "This is low, Herr, even for you!"
Scheherazade's response was to start giggling.
"What's so funny?" demanded Red.
Scheherazade alternated pointing at them as she giggled out: "Red . . . Herring . . . Red . . . Herring . . . Red . . . Herring . . ."
Rama joined her laughter as he realized the cosmic joke that had been played on them.
"Come on, Red! We don't have to stand for this," growled Herr, as she drug Red away.
"Harriet Powell is the person we are all soul bound to," blurted out Rama as it set off a new round of laughter from him and Scheherazade.
After they had caught their breath, Rama took her out to where the bodyskin trees were growing. But Scheherazade wore hers as a belt. She'd try learning to use it later.
"So how do I know that what you say is true?" demanded Scheherazade.
"Well there is one way," said Rama, as he pulled aside her veil.
Scheherazade resisted him as he pulled her in for a kiss. But as soon as their lips touched, she melted into him. She hungrily opened her mouth to allow him entrance and her hand snuck down to wrap around his maleness. She felt him swell in response as she hummed with pleasure. This was like kissing Mike or Harriet! She kissed her way down and took him into her mouth before he pulled her away.
"Scheherazade, I think we're going too fast," said Rama.
She then noticed that he was naked.
"What happened to your robe?" asked Scheherazade.
"Some of us Devas don't wear bodyskins," explained Rama. "Some of us, like the Notts, cloud your mind so you think they are wearing clothes. Generally, Devas who do this are from the Line of Luna. Others of us, those from the line of Tonks, are good enough at metamorphmagery that we can alter our bodies so that it appears that we are wearing clothes."
"And which Line are you from?" asked Scheherazade.
"Both. But we Ravenclaws tend to prefer metamorphic to imaginary clothes." Replied Ravi.
So, when I touch your robe, I'm actually touching your skin?" asked Scheherazade.
Rama nodded.
"So how good are you at changing yourself? Are you an animagis?" asked Scheherazade.
"At this point, I can turn into any animal I want and even change my gender," replied Rama. "But I had to learn how to do it."
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Their next stop was Ravensroost Tower, where they found Rama's brother Ravi in the library.
"This is your other husband, my brother, Ravi Ravenclaw," proclaimed Rama. "In my previous life we were quite close. So I wanted to come back as his twin."
"You'll pardon me if I want to assure myself that our Soul Bond is real," said Scheherazade as she pulled aside her veil.
Her kiss with Ravi was everything that she had with Rama or Mike. When she started lowering herself to the floor, Ravi pulled her back up and turned to his brother.
"I think she's ready to meet Mysteria, now," said Ravi.
"Well, we need to teach her how to absorb books first," reminded Rama.
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When they arrived at Nottsbury Farm, Scheherazade was shocked by all the casual nudity.
"Yeah, the Notts, Black-Weasleys, and Delecour-Weasleys tend to be free spirit artistic types," observed Rama. "You're going to have to remove your burka for this part. Would you feel more comfortable if I leave?"
"No, you can stay," said Scheherazade, nervously.
"I'm glad you trust me," said Rama. "This is Mysteria Nott, your other co-wife."
Mysteria said not a word. She glided up, pulled aside Scheherazade's veil and pulled her into a deep kiss. Scheherazade lost coherent thought as she instantly felt a connection with her co-wife and their hands had wandered to each other's bare breasts before Scheherazade realized that her burka had vanished. As Mysteria kissed her way down, Scheherazade spread her legs for her to allow her access. Rama kissed her and fondled her chest as Mysteria tattooed her, sending wave after wave of bliss over her. After she was done, the three of them went into a group hug.
"Something about your lips on my pink bits felt familiar," observed Scheherazade.
"In our previous life, we were very close co-wives, if you get my meaning," observed Mysteria. "I look forward to being so again."
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"After that, I turned my bodyskin into a burka and Rama took me back home." said Scheherazade. "So, what about you, Mike? How did you find out?"
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Professor Neville Longbottom was working in the greenhouses preparing for the upcoming school year, when he turned and saw her. A beautiful angel, floating in the air. With sadness, he realized that he had passed away.
"Neville?" asked the Angel.
Chapter 15: Scheherazade & Rama
"That's quite a tale," observed Scheherazade. "Now let me tell you what happened to me!"
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Scheherazade Al Saud and her female relatives had just finished breakfast in the women's wing of the mansion and the maid-servants were clearing the table when a boy appeared in their midst with a "pop!" The result was a generalized screaming as Scheherazade and her female cousins and half-sisters scrambled for their head-scarves.
"Don't be afraid. It's me, Rama" said the boy.
Scheherazade took a closer look at the boy who had been sending her Occlumency and Legimency books for the past three years. His features looked South Asian, probably Indian. He wore a blue wizard's robe and looked about her age. But she had never seen him at Hogwarts before. Still, the apparation had been proof that he was a Wizard.
"It's nice to finally meet you," said Harriet, as she finished covering her head. "But boys aren't allowed in this part of the mansion."
"Oh we won't be here long," replied Rama Ravenclaw, as he apparated them away.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
They reappeared outside of a 14th century manor house and village.
"Who ARE you and Where have you taken me?" said Scheherazade, as she poked Rama with her wand.
"I am your husband, Rama Ravenclaw."
"Does this mean that Mike is not Soul Bound to me and-" began Scheherazade.
"Of course he is. He's your husband too," proclaimed Rama.
"I have two husbands!" gasped Scheherazade. "Oh! My brothers are going to stone me for sure!"
"Actually there are three us," admitted Rama. "And we're having to share three co-wives."
"How did this happen?" demanded Scheherazade.
"The story began two lifetimes ago in an alternate dimension," began Rama. Back then, you were a pure-blood Witch named: Ginevra Weasley. Your childhood sweetheart, Harry Potter had discovered a way for you two to Bind your Souls together for all eternity. So when you got married, you performed the Soul Binding ritual."
"By the Prophet! You're the Dark Lord Harry Potter!" accused Scheherazade.
"No, I'm not," denied Rama. "Please let me finish the story.
So, anyway, you didn't last a week before you were killed a Dark Lord. Harry and I had known each other since we were eleven. During the course of the war, we fell in love and married. Stupidly, we performed the Soul Binding ritual too. I was killed by the next Dark Lord. Harry lived a long life and married three more times. Each time, his wife was killed by another Dark Lord. The last time it happened, he was transported to this dimension to inhabit the body of his younger self. But he brought will him the souls of all the women he was Soul Bound to. That included us. We lived a happy life as a harem and defeated three Dark Lords, one of whom, Harry got unjustly blamed for. Then, we performed a special ritual that ended our lives but allowed use to chose what our next life would be."
"Are you saying I chose to be muggleborn?" demanded Scheherazade.
"Actually, you chose to come back as the wealthy princess," corrected Rama. "You see, in your last life, your were dependant on the charity of another pureblood family because most of your family was dead. And the life before that the were part of a very large, but poor pure blood family."
"So who were you?" asked Scheherazade.
"I was named Hermione Granger Malfoy in the last life," said Rama. "In this one, I'm Rama Ravenclaw. Apparently, I was quite the intellectual in my previous two lives. I rebelled against that quite a bit when I was younger until I found out who I am."
"Is this where you live?" asked Scheherazade.
"No, This is Hufflepuff Manor," replied Rama. "In our past life, you were Lady Hufflepuff. I thought seeing it again might be comforting for you. You see, Harry was Lord of a whole bunch of Houses. He divided them amongst his wives and their children. That's how you became Lady Hufflepuff and I became Lady Malfoy.
Look! Over there are some of your descendants."
Scheherazade looked over where some children were playing a pickup game of quiditch. Below were people cheering them on. They looked, to Scheherazade's eyes, to be naked except for some paint covering parts of their bodies and skirts on most of the girls. Then, she spotted a familiar boy in the crowd.
"Red Foley?" greeted Scheherazade.
Rama pinched his nose in annoyance as they walked over to the Hufflepuff prefect and an all-too-familiar Deva Hufflepuff that he had his arm around.
"I take it you know this wizard?" asked Rama.
"Yes. He's a prefect at Hogwarts and is the ex-boyfriend of a friend of mine, Harriet Powell," explained Scheherazade.
"Scheherazade, I didn't expect to find you here," greeted Red. "This is my fiance'-"
"This is my ex-girlfriend and your descendant Herringbone Hufflepuff," interrupted Rama. "This is low, Herr, even for you!"
Scheherazade's response was to start giggling.
"What's so funny?" demanded Red.
Scheherazade alternated pointing at them as she giggled out: "Red . . . Herring . . . Red . . . Herring . . . Red . . . Herring . . ."
Rama joined her laughter as he realized the cosmic joke that had been played on them.
"Come on, Red! We don't have to stand for this," growled Herr, as she drug Red away.
"Harriet Powell is the person we are all soul bound to," blurted out Rama as it set off a new round of laughter from him and Scheherazade.
After they had caught their breath, Rama took her out to where the bodyskin trees were growing. But Scheherazade wore hers as a belt. She'd try learning to use it later.
"So how do I know that what you say is true?" demanded Scheherazade.
"Well there is one way," said Rama, as he pulled aside her veil.
Scheherazade resisted him as he pulled her in for a kiss. But as soon as their lips touched, she melted into him. She hungrily opened her mouth to allow him entrance and her hand snuck down to wrap around his maleness. She felt him swell in response as she hummed with pleasure. This was like kissing Mike or Harriet! She kissed her way down and took him into her mouth before he pulled her away.
"Scheherazade, I think we're going too fast," said Rama.
She then noticed that he was naked.
"What happened to your robe?" asked Scheherazade.
"Some of us Devas don't wear bodyskins," explained Rama. "Some of us, like the Notts, cloud your mind so you think they are wearing clothes. Generally, Devas who do this are from the Line of Luna. Others of us, those from the line of Tonks, are good enough at metamorphmagery that we can alter our bodies so that it appears that we are wearing clothes."
"And which Line are you from?" asked Scheherazade.
"Both. But we Ravenclaws tend to prefer metamorphic to imaginary clothes." Replied Ravi.
So, when I touch your robe, I'm actually touching your skin?" asked Scheherazade.
Rama nodded.
"So how good are you at changing yourself? Are you an animagis?" asked Scheherazade.
"At this point, I can turn into any animal I want and even change my gender," replied Rama. "But I had to learn how to do it."
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Their next stop was Ravensroost Tower, where they found Rama's brother Ravi in the library.
"This is your other husband, my brother, Ravi Ravenclaw," proclaimed Rama. "In my previous life we were quite close. So I wanted to come back as his twin."
"You'll pardon me if I want to assure myself that our Soul Bond is real," said Scheherazade as she pulled aside her veil.
Her kiss with Ravi was everything that she had with Rama or Mike. When she started lowering herself to the floor, Ravi pulled her back up and turned to his brother.
"I think she's ready to meet Mysteria, now," said Ravi.
"Well, we need to teach her how to absorb books first," reminded Rama.
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When they arrived at Nottsbury Farm, Scheherazade was shocked by all the casual nudity.
"Yeah, the Notts, Black-Weasleys, and Delecour-Weasleys tend to be free spirit artistic types," observed Rama. "You're going to have to remove your burka for this part. Would you feel more comfortable if I leave?"
"No, you can stay," said Scheherazade, nervously.
"I'm glad you trust me," said Rama. "This is Mysteria Nott, your other co-wife."
Mysteria said not a word. She glided up, pulled aside Scheherazade's veil and pulled her into a deep kiss. Scheherazade lost coherent thought as she instantly felt a connection with her co-wife and their hands had wandered to each other's bare breasts before Scheherazade realized that her burka had vanished. As Mysteria kissed her way down, Scheherazade spread her legs for her to allow her access. Rama kissed her and fondled her chest as Mysteria tattooed her, sending wave after wave of bliss over her. After she was done, the three of them went into a group hug.
"Something about your lips on my pink bits felt familiar," observed Scheherazade.
"In our previous life, we were very close co-wives, if you get my meaning," observed Mysteria. "I look forward to being so again."
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"After that, I turned my bodyskin into a burka and Rama took me back home." said Scheherazade. "So, what about you, Mike? How did you find out?"
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Professor Neville Longbottom was working in the greenhouses preparing for the upcoming school year, when he turned and saw her. A beautiful angel, floating in the air. With sadness, he realized that he had passed away.
"Neville?" asked the Angel.
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