Shado of the Covenant

Chapter 29

Hermione's Guardian

Hermione Granger was finally home with her parents. She had chosen to spend the holiday in the quiet of normal muggle life at home, rather than with the Covenant. She hadn't told her parents about what was going on at school, and they should be glad of ignorance. She would never want to needlessly worry them. The magical world had started sucking the most during her third year, when Hermione finally realised that Ronald was just using her, and even though she knew, she couldn't help herself as she had no one she thought she could turn too, and no friends, and she didn't want to be alone. If only she could have listened to Rose telling her that Ron was a waste, or had been brave enough to take Shado's friendship sooner, she could have been happy.

Shado Umbra came along, and Hermione could admit she was awed by her presence and character as it defied all expectations. Shado wasn't anyone's property, and she set Rose free, and watching, Hermione knew that everything Ronald said about having Rose was a lie. Rose would rather destroy him without hesitation, if Shado didn't get to him first. Hermione knew that Rose was much too good for Ronald, and that wasn't mentioning that Hermione was sure that Ginny had her, and she was gay; if she read that right. She actually felt jealous enough that she may have played with herself while fantasising about them, a little too much.

Sighing, Hermione investigated the small mirror on her desk, and frowned. Her dark cheeks flushed, and her hair was a little too untameable, but that's what she gets for having a white dad and black mum, not that she would ever want to trade them. At least her parents had never been enslaved by magic like Rose and Shado's had by that horrible old man. She had thought so highly of him because of her books, but he was worse than rubbish.

Hermione felt her lips curve up in a smile at she thought back to her saviour. Shado was a beautiful girl, and below her darkness was a light that shone brightest. Hermione had discovered that Albus Dumbledore, despite all the books she had read was not the great white hero they depicted, but an evil vile old man hiding in the light, corrupting fools, and she had almost been in amongst those fools. However, Shado had offered her hand, to pull her back, more than once, and finally Hermione took that hand and fell into Shado's warm and comforting arms, and spent more than a few hours snuggled up and crying before she finally fell asleep, and woke the next morning, after the greatest sleep in her memory snuggled in Shado's arms within the Covenant's tower, half on her lap with her face buried in Shado's chest, feeling the delightful softness.

Hermione finally realised that no sane person would give her a time turner for any reason as easily as Dumbledore had. After Shado took it from Hermione, and took her to rest, she realised that Shado had cared about her health even though she was foolish enough not to take her friendship that first day she met her, and worse, followed Ronald again, and almost go into some serious trouble if not for Rose and Shado rescuing her.

Ronald didn't notice Hermione was breaking. Strangers and enemies did. If the time turner ended up in the wrong hands because of her, what could have happened? She could only guess, shivering at the thought.

Hermione had been so stupid, foolishly believing that she needed all those extra classes for so long, and if she wanted, she could have easily found courses after Hogwarts to satiate her curiosity at least.

It was early in the afternoon when the doorbell sounded, and Hermione pulled herself up from her desk, doing homework as her dad was at work, and her mum was out grocery shopping, as she had the day free from the surgery. Hermione would normally go with her mum, but she was too fixated on her homework, so she left her alone to complete it. Hermione was completely OCD like that, so once it was done, she could get on with other things.

Walking down the stairs of her house, Hermione wondered who it could be before she pulled open the door. Hermione's eyes widened in horror as she tried to force the door closed, as it was Dumbledore and several of his followers. However, he forced the door with a giant smile as he knocked Hermione to the floor.

"Hello Miss. Granger. I thought we could have a word!" the old man said while Hermione was horrified and rightfully scared. He had come to force her back, to make her friends with Ronald again, and she never wanted that. She was finally free, and able to breathe easily, but she thought she knew, no matter what Dumbledore did, Shado's people would know, but she wondered whether they could save her again.

However, seconds later, the whole front of the house was ripped apart in flames of white fog, and Hermione knew the signs of apparation. Glass shattered, bricks fell, and explosions wrecked the street. Dumbledore had hurried back with his people as several women appeared in front of her in protective positions.

Hermione knew the red-haired woman was Amelia Bones, head of Magical Law Enforcement, and she was with several female aurors, but also Professor's Strife and Sinistra were with her, wands pointed at Dumbledore and party, and her eyes flickered to all the Covenant Marks, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets, and looked to her cute little watch that Shado gave her with the Covenants Mark, but her appointment wouldn't be official until the Joining Ceremony.

"You're under arrest Dumbledore for the assault on Miss. Granger, and we also have plenty of warrants to serve on you, too, you piece of scum!" Madam Bones hissed out angrily while Professor's Sinistra and Strife left the others, checking on Hermione with a reassuring smiles, they helped pull Hermione to her feet, and she couldn't bring herself to let go of Professor Strife's arm and hand while Professor Sinistra rubbed her shoulders in reassurance.

"Now don't be silly, Amelia!" the old man chirped with his twinkling eyes, which Hermione now realised were raping the minds of anyone who didn't practice the defence, and he really looked as if he did nothing wrong. "Miss. Granger, you'll tell the nice... what do muggles call them, oh yes, police officer that we are welcomed guests."

Hermione felt queasy as Dumbledore looked at her, and she was about to agree with him when she shook her head clear as she remembered this was a man to fear. Dumbledore didn't care about people, especially not Hermione, but they were mere commodities to him and his Greater Good.

"N-no I didn't!" she forced out fighting the words when Sinistra looked up at Dumbledore. The dark-skinned beauty moved her eyes between herself and him, as she stepped forward. Hermione instantly felt better, and was surprised when the old man cried out grabbing his head, and stumbled back before glaring. It was awing that he wasn't the biggest bad on the playground, and others could match him, especially now that Shado had taken his 'unbeatable' wand; his Deathly Hallow: The Death Stick. The Elder Wand, and destroyed it.

Sinistra then moved, wand firing. Hermione watched in awe, as her teacher was a blaze of colours as she fought the old man. He wasn't proving to be as good as the books said he was, though that could be down to ageing, and his lack of 'super' wand. However, he looked down on woman, pretending to be the next Merlin, but he wasn't, he believed that Shado Umbra was nothing, but even Merlin would have respected her power no matter how much of a sexist twit he might have been – after all, he respected Morgana.

Merlin was a Slytherin, possibly even studied under Salazar Slytherin, but yet he was a huge muggle rights activist. He believed that given the opportunity that muggle and mage could work together to become something special, and for a while his work paid off with Camelot, but then it collapsed through greed or just plain foolishness for both parties; it was lost to hearsay, in a world that just wasn't ready.

Sinistra knocked Dumbledore back, away from Hermione's house and the spells stopped. Dumbledore was no Merlin, just like Shado was no Morgana. In many ways, Hermione saw Shado, the Empress of the Covenant of Witches as a cross between both great figures: Morgana and Merlin. She had the darkness of Morgan le Fay, but the heart and kindness of someone who fought for equal possibility, as Merlin had.

Hermione finally understood why so many people followed Shado so freely. She wasn't darkness, or light. She just was. That was her. She was Shado Umbra; she wasn't evil or good, but something else entirely. Hermione understood that maybe a girl was born who could cross the boundaries, cross the traits of the greatest mage of all time to show them all that they could be anything they wanted to be.

Dumbledore was rambling nonsense about his Greater Good when Hermione stepped forward and interrupted. "You fear change!" she said and he stopped, and stared at her in loathing. "Shado Umbra is new because she doesn't fall into the magical world and get comfortable… I understand that there are other magical's around the world, and she may use their magics too, and it scares you to become a part of that. She came from the muggle world surviving, but she didn't hate them, if anything she saw what the magical world had forced on her, but she didn't hate mage.

"She knew from experience that she couldn't blame a species for the horrors a select few would inflict upon her whether muggle or mage!" Hermione said as she felt angry tears running down her cheeks. "She never looked to books to tell her what was what. She saw, and knew that something had to give, but then Dumbledore just laughed everything off as a joke because he wanted to always be right, and in control, and even if you didn't come here to enslave me you dirty piece of scum, you'll be going to jail for your crimes!"

"You'll regret siding against the light, girl!" Dumbledore hissed out spitefully.

Hermione could only look at him in coldness. "No, but I regret the moment I thought, light referred to good and right!" she answered and he looked madder, but not just him, but his followers too. She realised that if anyone from his people looked like that they were gone, never to return.

More aurors had turned up behind the old man and he turned, sneering his loathing before turning to Hermione and her protectors. "You'll regret siding with the dark girl, as you watch Shado die, and Rose beg to be Ronald's toy!"

"No!" Hermione was surprised by her own hiss and confidence. "I'm going to spit in your face while you die a slow, pitiless, and painful death!" she spat out while he gave her a look as if she was just a foolish child before he and his minions apparated away in mucky mist.

"Everything will be okay now, Hermione!" She was startled as Professor Strife crept up on her with a proud nod, and wrapped her within her arms while the backup aurors were setting up a trace, and hunting for Dumbledore. "We'll have you and your parents put in protection. Your parents will be taken out of the country; they're dentists so they'll be easily set up for their time away, and you can come and stay at my home until Shado returns, then I'm sure she will be pleased to allow you to stay with her, Rose, and Ginevra, and you can always keep in touch with your mum and dad with a phone we'll get you."

"T-thank you P-Professor," she replied quietly as she felt her knees almost give way but Professor Strife cuddled her close, keeping her up as she watched muggles getting their memories modified, and Hermione was in agreement. It was better for them that they didn't have to put up with the memories.

It was about thirty minutes later, and Professor Strife led Hermione into her apartment in Bristol. Her parents didn't like the arrangement, but it wouldn't be long until Dumbledore was put in his place, and he had already lost every bit of power he had remaining, and then everyone could get back to their normal lives.

"Sorry it's only a one bedroom, Hermione," Professor Strife said as she led Hermione through the hall into the lounge. "I hope you don't mind sharing tonight, and I'll order a camp bed from Rainforest, and it should be here tomorrow. Don't worry, I have a king size bed, and I don't think I hog the covers… or you can sleep on the sofa, but its leather, and a bit on the small side, so not very comfortable to sleep on."

Hermione's dark cheeks lit up as she looked from the tiny sofa and back to her teacher. Professor Strife was as lot nicer than when she was being the teacher at school, as most teachers likely were. The thought of sharing a bed with her felt somewhat naughty, and she was going to take the sofa before she wondered what Shado would do, and before she could change her mind or think on it further, she was looking at the pale woman and speaking.

"C-can I spend the… the night with you Professor?" Hermione asked while her heartbeat raced, and she felt kind of tingly in her tummy, as her professor was extremely attractive, and though she had never thought about being with another girl, or woman before, she wanted to join the Covenant, and though, it probably wasn't an actual requirement to be a lesbian, she wanted to try it, and with how she was feeling while picturing her teacher being her first time, she was sure Professor Strife would make it a night she would never want to forget.

Professor Strife grinned, and Hermione was amazed by how much prettier she looked while grinning. "You'll have an amazing night, I promise," she said gently, and Hermione gulped as she was pretty sure that was meant as something naughty, and she was going to lose her virginity to this woman.

It was a moment later that Hermione didn't have to be pretty sure, as her teachers' lips touched hers, as she wrapped Hermione within her arms, and Hermione couldn't say no even if she wanted too, as she couldn't believe this was happening. She was going to sleep with her teacher in more ways than one.

Hermione whimpered into Professor Strife's lips as the woman reached down pulling Hermione tighter to her body, by squeezing her little bum. Hermione felt like she was on fire, and hotter than she had ever made herself feel.

It must have been hours. Hours and hours. Hermione felt like she had died, gone to heaven, and been resurrected only to die, and go to hell and be brought back a second time. Professor Strife must have had a lot of experience with other women. Hermione was soaked in sweat, and curled into her teachers' side, using the older woman's plump larger tits for a pillow. Hermione was rather impressed as her boobs weren't very big, kind of like a couple of her own small handfuls, and pointed like torpedoes, but her professor seemed to really enjoy them.

Professor Strife was covered in sweat too, but sleeping and looked extremely content as she held Hermione tightly with one of her hands firmly holding Hermione's bum, and the tip of one of her fingers was still inside Hermione's bum hole. Smiling, Hermione shyly turned her head and her teachers soft pink nipple was soon between her lips, and stiffening, as it was suckled and licked.

"What a cute way to wake up," Professor Strife said gently as she pulled Hermione in tighter, and that encouraged Hermione's tongue as she loved her teachers' boobs. Then the contrast of their skin colours was somehow a major turn on for her. Maybe her mum was like that too, as she married a white man.

Hermione smiled on the nipple, as she realised, she may have a preference for white women, hot older women, she thought as she remembered the professor was in her late twenties, and the thought made her hotter and hotter as she started playing with Professor Strife's amazing breasts while Professor Strife slid her finger all the way in Hermione's bum, causing her to whimper in delight, as she figured out that night that she liked that area played with as much as the front.

"Everything is going to be amazing from now on, Hermione, darling," Strife said gently kissing the girl's forehead. "Would you like to… um, be my girlfriend?" she asked and Hermione was shocked as she looked up with her mouth coming from her teacher's nipple, and opening in surprise. "O-of course, being Covenant witches we'll get to shag other girls, but I mean… I've always kind of fancied you, and loved your work ethic… I've been rather concerned about how you had been having trouble at school, but Dumbledore is an areshole, and I kind of asked Shado to look out for you, as Dumbledore when in charge wouldn't let me help, because he was party to everything that was happening to you… so how about it…? You and me…? We could have a lot of fun together? I promise, I'll be your guardian for as long as you want me? Yes?"

"Yes," Hermione half squealed and eagerly kissed her teachers' lips, her tongue sliding in her eager mouth before pulling back and gasping for air to see Professor Strife grinning up at her. "But, is this sort of thing allowed?"

"The rules are rather discriminating against male teachers," she replied with an amused grin. "And if you count in the time travel, you are technically seventeen already, aren't you, and therefore, of age, kinda?"

Hermione was surprised. "It doesn't really work like that, as the Time-turner reverses time, including for the user, or pulls you back along the timeline, its complicated temporal physics, well magic, but only the user, or users remember, so," she shrugged sheepishly, "but it doesn't send you back in time, if that makes sense. I still don't really get the ins and outs, but you should know my birthday is in September, and I am seventeen."

"Oh," was all Professor Strife could say for a moment before grinning, as that was an adorable roundabout way of telling her. "And what day would that be so I can be prepared, to make sure your eighteenth is a night to remember?"

"N-nineteenth," she answered embarrassingly, as her heart thumped a million light years per second, and she didn't think she could feel as happy as she did in that moment.

"Good, then we have no problem since you are of age," she said squeezing her girlfriends tight little arse, and kissing her with her returning the kiss, and they would spend the next couple of weeks shagging each other's brains out enough that they barely had to even get dressed, and that was only for a few times some Covenant witch popped by to see how they were doing with everything going on, and even then they would always be naked with the new woman within ten or so minutes, giving Hermione a lot of experience in the older women's kinks, and she loved every moment of it; she had a new family.

Hermione could barely wait for the Joining Ceremony, no matter how embarrassing that would be, (as she knew she would be naked for it), and asked her girlfriend whether she should shave down below, because she was rather hairy down there, and her teacher neatened her own into a strip, but Maya, (she would have to get used to calling her that, outside of school time) liked her natural, but said it was her choice, so she left it as it was, because ultimately, Maya was her girlfriend, and her opinion mattered, and none of the other women minded at all, as they all enjoyed making her squeal too.

to be continued…