Pamela Potter – Stone of Souls
This is my first attempt to write a fan-fiction story. I do my own editing so any and all faults are on me.
This story is going to have adult themes.
Summary: Pamela Lillian Potter hasn't had a good life in the few years she has been alive. She was reduced to a slave from the moment she could walk and by the time she could reach the sink on her own feet, worse. Watch the rise of a heroine who will fall from grace and became Poison Ivy.
Fun Fact: The name "Pamela" has various meanings, but for the purpose of this story and going with other plant/flower names of girls it is taken from "Palm" and "Lillian" being shorten to "Lily" making Pamela's name "Palm Lily" an evergreen plant from Australia.
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WiseOldWolf – Thank you for your review, I appreciate it. This is only Ivy's humble beginnings she will first be a hero, then she will become villain. There will be more moments that will drive her further and further into her hatred of men, not to mention seven years of school to show her how life really works.
Sunshine
In a private ward on the very top floor of a secret hospital in the heart of London, a young girl opened her eyes feeling, for the first time in her life, refreshed. The room was brightly lid making the girl blink her eyes until they adjusted to the light. Through the curtains in the room the late afternoon sun cast her in a pleasant glow. She gave out a pleasurable sigh.
"Glad to see that you are awake." A voice sounded beside her. The girl tried to escape but found that she was bound to the bed. "Merely a safety precaution, there were several times you almost fell out of the bed with the way you were flaying. It was only after you were moved to the window that you calmed down, but one can't be too careful."
The woman took a stick out and noticed how the girl flinched. Moving slowly she waved it and the restraints fell loose. She put it away and motioned to the table beside the bed. The girl looked over and arched a brow.
"Drink that, it will sooth your throat and heal your vocal cords. Then you would be able to speak again." the woman smiled. "My name is Andromeda Tonks. I am the head healer here. Can you tell me your name?"
"My name?" the girl looked confused as she thought. "I don't know – ma'am." Her voice was still raspy as she took another sip of the sweet tasting juice.
"I was afraid of that." the woman was still soft spoken. "Your name is Pamela Lillian Potter. You are at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. You were found inside a park near the place you grew up in. You were treated for various afflictions. You might notice that your skin seems mostly healed with only a few lighter marks."
"Yes – ma'am," Pamela said looking over her body. Healer Tonks was looking for a sign that the green skin was new, seems like it wasn't.
"We had to remove your skin completely since we thought that the green pigmentation was unnatural. When the skin reformed it was still green, however all the new injuries, like the burn on your face and welts from the last two months, were healed."
"My skin turned green just after Dudley's birthday last year – ma'am." Healer Tonks nodded.
"You seem to have a rare ability with plants, almost like they protect you, has this happened often?"
"As far back as I can remember the plants have always helped me where they could. Like when my uncle throws me into the thorny bushes, they turn the thorns away, and the grass is always super soft if I ever fall on them – ma'am." Healer Tonks did notice that Pamela speak about plants like they are sentient, she also took note that Pamela always pause before adding a form of respect.
"The muggles are dealt with, got of easy in my opinion, only a week in Azkaban each. The son's still a gerbil though, so I guess that's something. Wotcher, Pamela." A girl with blood red hair said as she entered the room.
"Thank you, Dora." Healer Tonks rolled her eyes. "This is my daughter, Nymphadora, don't-call-me-that, Tonks. She is an Auror and was assigned to bring your relatives to justice. The man who repeatedly violated you was found poisoned in his house. The muggle police say he digested deadly nightshade, we do believe he had a most painful death." At this Pamela smiled. "Rest now, and should you need anything just ring the bell. Can you read?"
Pamela nodded and Healer Tonks gave her an envelope made of parchment. After that the two older women left the room leaving her to read her letter. It took a little time to get over the fact that someone gave her a letter, but she eventually read it:
Ms. Pamela Lillian Potter
Bed by the Window, Ward 42
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
London
Pamela slowly read the address again making sure she wasn't being played with. With shaky hands she broke the wax seal on the back and unfolded the letter within. Gathering her wits she read it:
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. A representative will collect your reply within the next week and take you to collect your books and equipment.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Pamela flipped the letter to the course book list and frowned deeply, not for the contents, but for the fact that she didn't have any money to attend a school that still used wax seals. Pamela thought that she might as well burn that bridge when she reached it. Slowly she fell back into slumber.
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When she woke again it was to a stern looking woman standing beside her bed. She wore a sad smile on her face and spoke with authority without sounding demanding. She was dressed in emerald green robes and a pointed hat.
"Good morning Ms. Potter, did you have a pleasant rest?" Pamela nodded. "Healer Tonks informed me that you woke up in the early evening and fell asleep just before eating. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I will be accompanying you to Diagon Alley to get your books and equipment." She held out a small key.
"Ma'am?" Pamela looked at the small key quizzically.
"It is the key to your trust vault at Gringott's Bank. Your parents set it up for you when Lily was still pregnant. It contains about a hundredth of the Potter's main vault's money and several books and notes that belonged to Lily and James." She nodded towards the side where a dress, socks and sneakers were stacked on a chair. "I will be outside while you get dressed."
Pamela knew of clothes even if she never wore much other that an oversized shirt. She could only describe the sensation of fitting clothes as odd. It wasn't bad, only different. She shrugged her shoulders and pulled on the socks and sneakers. She was already clothed in panties and something over her chest. She would later learn it was a training bra.
The trip to The Leaky Cauldron was short. At least that was how Pamela felt. She had never been outside the house back at number 4, which made the trip so much more stimulating for the young girl. During the trip Pamela learned that it was McGonagall who found her in the park and brought her to St. Mungo's. It was the first time she was able to, almost like she was influenced to not pay the girl a visit, even though she wished to many times before. Pamela filed this away for another time.
McGonagall only gave the man behind the bar a courteous nod and left through the back. Once there she tapped a brick that looked damaged and a beautiful archway formed from that brick. It was only when they reached halfway down the street that something finally dawned upon Pamela.
"Prof. McGonagall, I don't wish to be intrusive, but why doesn't anyone seem to notice us, yet always avoid walking into us?"
"I have places a mild repelling charm on your clothing, that way people won't notice the green pigmentation of your skin. That is why I am here instead of another professor. I had the goblins at Gringott's work on a rune to have your skin appear normal to everyone around you."
"I like my skin – ma'am, I can't explain it, it just feels natural."
"We can't change your actual skin, Ms. Potter, the rune just casts a strong illusion on it that can't be detected or dispelled. We don't want to let the wrong people in on the secret." McGonagall smiled.
As they passed a closed flower shop with an apartment on top Pamela suddenly stopped, with a frown she walked up to the door and read the notice on it. The shop was closed due to an extremely dangerous plant that nearly killed the owner. Abandoned his home and sold the shop back to the real estate goblins. A goblin by the name of Griphook is managing the estate. Something inside was calling for Pamela, she knew it.
"Ms. Potter?" Pamela turned and smiled.
"Sorry Professor, I just thought I heard something, do you think that I might be able to rent the apartment and flower shop from Gringott's, I don't want the plants inside to die."
"We will see if we can negotiate a deal with the goblins, but we really need to go."
They entered Gringott's and went to a free teller. After looking at Pamela, clearly seeing through the charm, he called for another goblin, Griphook. Griphook took them through the back doors and onto a cart. They first reached vault 175, there McGonagall took out the necklace she commissioned and handed it to Pamela to wear. The second vault they reached was vault 687. Pamela's eyes stretched when she saw the vast amounts of coins inside. If this was only a hundredth then she really couldn't wait to see the main vault.
"Here you go Ms. Potter," Griphook handed her a blank book. "It is a grimoire. It can recall any of the books within this vault and main vault, you need only rub over the jewel on the front and it will recall he book or notes you wish to read."
"Thank you Mr. Griphook," Pamela stopped at the sneer. "Apologies, I seem to have offended you." Griphook smirked.
"Goblins do not use human titles Ms. Potter," he explained. "If you wish to address me with a title, it is Warrior."
"Thank you Warrior Griphook. I have noticed that you are the one to contact in regards to the flower shop in Diagon Alley. I wished to rent it, I do love plants."
"The shop in question has been abandoned for decades, no one was able to enter it Ms. Potter. I will sell it to you for 20 Galleons, providing you can enter it without nearly getting killed." Griphook smiled.
McGonagall would have discouraged anyone else making such a deal with the goblins, but she had seen how plants reacted around the girl, that is why she didn't mention that the building was all but condemned and written off as a lost cause.
They agreed to meet in front of the shop once Griphook finished his vault shift at around noon. That would give Pamela and McGonagall enough time to finish the shopping trip and a healthy brunch. When they exited the bank they headed towards the shop that would keep them the busiest, Ollivander's.
"Ah Ms. Potter, I was wondering when I would be seeing you, here." The man rubbed Pamela the wrong way. His eyes were intrusive almost peering into her soul and he had no sense of personal space.
Mr. Ollivander tried to give Pamela a wand made of holly and phoenix feather. The wand was hardly in her hand when it burst into flames and burned. This was something that had never happened before. Pamela thought she heard him muttering about Dumbledore, but she wasn't sure. It was only after every other wand was tested that one chose her, Apple Wood, slightly springy, eleven inches even. The core was ground basilisk tooth. The first and only one of it's kind. The wand was made by one of Mr. Ollivander's ancestors.
The combination baffled the wand maker. It was an experimental wand that never reacted to anyone, not even those gifted with wand crafting. Should he meet the wand again he won't be able to produce magic with it, of that he was sure.
The rest of the shopping trip was really uneventful, but they got everything that Pamela would need, along with a few books to help her as a muggle raised witch adjust into the magical world before term starts. They had an unpleasant run in at Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, one Draco Malfoy, he instantly assumed that Pamela was a muggleborn and talked down to her because of it.
"There you are Ms. Potter." Griphook said as they approached.
"And there you are Warrior Griphook." This gave the goblin an amused smile. He liked the girl. He gave her a book on goblin etiquette, so that she may learn proper greetings.
"Here is your key. You may notice my associates at the door. They are there, should the plants attack." Griphook smirked.
Pamela took the offered key and walked to the door. She placed a hand on it and took a breath. She felt the plants inside calm down, so she unlocked the door. The scene, to her, was a mark of beauty, the plants burrowed into the ground reclaiming the natural earth beneath. She strode in to the most hostile plant inside, not that she knew it at the time, and gently patted it like you would a puppy. It inclined towards the window. Pamela walked to it and opened it letting the sun shine on the mirrored floor soon lighting up most of the area. The plants all appreciated the sunshine, just like Pamela did back at the hospital. She finally found a home.
"I will take care of you," she whispered to the plants, "In turn take care of me and let no-one in unless I approve of them, the goblin, Warrior Griphook, is allowed and if he has guests so are they. Prof. McGonagall and both Healer and Auror Tonks are also allowed in uninvited, they saved me."
The plants seemed to peer into her soul and withdrew slightly from the door to allow Pamela's guests to enter. The plants formed a table to allow Griphook and Pamela to conclude their business. Thereafter McGonagall helped Pamela to settle in. the apartment upstairs were just as overrun with plant life. Pamela asked McGonagall to leave it as it is, no need to disturb them when they aren't doing any harm.
McGonagall spent most of the afternoon with Pamela and told her that Healer Tonks would be around in the morning. When Pamela bid McGonagall a good night she saw another person she already knew.
"Auror Tonks?" the girl asked unsure, the girl had most of the same features but still looked different.
"Wotcher Pamela, just been to Gringott's asking if they had any open apartments yet. No luck, gonna crash back at my parent's place."
"I kinda just bought this shop and apartment for 20 galleons, you can stay here, there are like three rooms up there." Pamela said biting her lip.
"But isn't this The Little Shop of Horrors, The one that almost killed its last owner?" Tonks asked.
"The plants won't hurt me, and I asked them not to hurt you. As much as I would like the freedom without adult supervision, I am still only ten, until next week. Still can't believe I have a birthday."
"I'm not gonna just stay here, tell you what, I'll buy the food and pay you 20 galleons a month."
"Better idea. You look after the plants when I'm at school and buy the food and we'll call it even. They mostly need air, sunlight and water. Some compost once a month to feed them properly, but then most of our food waste can be used for that."
"Let me just go grab my stuff, see you in a bit." With that Tonks walked towards the apparition area and with a pop she disappeared.
"I know you can take care of me, but you saw how reluctant Prof. McGonagall was to leave me here alone, besides, Tonks is of the good sort, not like my relatives or him."
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Another chapter done
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The next chapter is in the works, looking forward to reading and replying to the reviews
On a side note, Pamela was in St. Mungo's for at least a month in a type of coma, until they moved her to the private ward and under the sun's beams. I also always intended for Tonks to be her roommate/Responsible older sister figure.