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 become 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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Friendship
On the morning of September 1st there came a knock on the door, like Pamela set it up with the plants, once someone knocks the closest plant to either her or Tonks would knock on the wall too.
"I can't get used to that," Tonks said as she took out her wand. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She shrunk down Pamela's trunk and handed it to her. "Don't forget to write, to my mum too, she'll have a cow if she doesn't hear from you once a month."
"You realize that the list of what you wouldn't to is very short, don't you?" Pamela smiled before darting down the stairs. She loved the mornings when Tonks didn't have enough caffeine in yet to retort.
"Hello?" Pamela was met by a girl with very bushy hair. "Are you the girl going to Hogwarts?"
"I might be, unless you are an angel sent to take me to heaven." Pamela learned form Tonks that if you felt nervous then turn it around, it seemed to work since the girl was blushing, "Pamela, nice to meet you –"
"Hermione," Hermione smiled, "Where is your trunk?"
"Tonks shrunk it down for me. It'll un-shrink on the train." Pamela said taking out the trunk, "Thank you."
"Thank you?" Hermione frowned, "Oh for picking you up, it is no problem it was on our way. Where's –" there was a loud pop.
"That would be Tonks leaving for work." Pamela replied to both unasked questions then added, "She's an Auror. It is her early shift this week.
They exited the pup and walked towards a parked car. It was only Hermione's mother in it though, Pamela's shoulders relaxed. As much as she appreciated the lift, she really didn't want to deal with another man just yet.
The drive to King's Cross was in companionable silence only interrupted by the occasional question or comment. They found a trolley for Hermione's trunk and left towards Platforms 9 and 10. They barely reached the barrier when Hermione's mother suddenly turned a bit. Pamela grabbed the woman's hand and the almost trans-like state disappeared.
"According to the book Magical Express Ways the platforms to magical trains contain a strong muggle repellent charm, that way they won't accidentally enter them, again." Pamela supplied. "I'll loan you the book, if you'd like."
It took all Hermione had to not hug the girl there and then. They walked through the barrier and loaded their trunks on the train. Pamela had just gotten her trunk up on the railing when it began to expand. Hermione left to say goodbye while Pamela got comfortable, sitting with her back to the window. She wasn't going to cry, even if she got her tears back.
There was a bit of a commotion as a family of red heads burst through the barrier barely two minutes before the train left. Since their compartment was close to the barrier they could hear what the matriarch told the conductor. They were waiting for someone, who apparently didn't show up. Pamela thought she heard the boy mutter Potter, but couldn't be sure.
The girls each sat with a book reading once the train started to move. It was at around this time that another girl knocked on the door. She was dragging her trunk behind her. She looked lost for words, but clearly wanted to say something.
"Do you need a place to sit?" Pamela asked. The girl nodded. "I'm Pamela and this is Hermione."
"Oh sorry – um – Fay, nice to meet you." Fay stuck out her hand and both girls shook it.
"Just to get it out of the way, I'm half-blood, muggle raised, Hermione is muggleborn. Will that be a problem?" Pamela narrowed her eyes a bit.
"Half-blood, dad still thinks this is a school for gifted youngsters on a musical scholarship. Mom doesn't want to worry him about magic, yet."
Having that bit of awkwardness out of the way the girls settled down, each reading their own book. It was about an hour later, just as the trolley passed them that they put the books down and got to know each other better.
Hermione Granger was a smart, logical girl who enjoyed a good book whether is was a textbook or a storybook it didn't really matter. Her parents were both dentists and, unlike some of the horror stories Pamela heard, her parents seemed to care for her. Pamela noticed a gleam in her eye that wanted to break free, a rebellious side.
Fay Dunbar on the other hand, although not having the live Pamela had, had suffered enough, if it wasn't for her mother modifying her father's memories from time to time, she could've been worst off. She didn't outright say this, but Tonks did teach Pamela to listen to the unspoken words, and Fay didn't have many memories with her father, but knew the full extend of the Obliviate charm.
Pamela wasn't known for cutting corners, but she wished to spare the other girls the details.
"My full name is Pamela Lillian Potter, I was told that I did an impossible feat when I was still a baby, and after reading up a bit I can say all the theories they came up with is utter hogwash, as for the stories on what I've been up to, laughable. I was left on the porch of my relatives' home and almost froze to death, the plants sheltered me. The next few years I was kicked, punched and thrown around and forced to do all the chores. The part I enjoyed most was tending to the garden. There I was left in peace at least. By the time I could reach the sink without standing on something they brought in the horror, I'll spare you what he did to me and just say he forcibly took my innocence away."
"That is horrible," Hermione said hands to her face. "Why didn't you run to the cops?"
"When I wasn't supervised they stuff me in the cupboard under the stairs and locked me in. I was heading to the police the night they threw me out, but ended up in St. Mungo's. The Auror Office took them to trail and our esteemed headmaster got them off with a week each in Azkaban. Even Tonks says they got off easy. I guess my cousin that got turned into a gerbil until I was healthy again was a punishment in itself."
"And that is funny," Fay laughed out. "I can't wait for transfiguration, I honestly want to turn someone into a toad, you know like witches do in some cartoons, that would be funny." Even Hermione had to laugh at that.
The door slid open and the pompous idiot of Madam Malkin's stood there flanked by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
"We heard that Pamela Potter was on the train, is that one of you?" Draco turned towards Hermione then to Fay.
"Well if it isn't the boy with a star up his arse." Pamela smiled, "Ogle was it?"
"Oh it's you again you filthy –"
"Pamela Potter," Pamela interrupted him then waved her hand releasing pollen. "And you will be leaving right about now."
"Come Crabbe, come Goyle, we're leaving." Draco turned and left, his goons following confused.
"What was that?" Hermione asked.
"Pollen, I can somehow produce it from my body, it seems to only work on the weak willed."
"Pollen my cute butt! That was a classical use of the force." Fay burst out. The other girls looked at her strangely. "Oh come on! Star Wars: These are not the droids you are looking for! Hermione you never watched those movies?"
"No, I didn't watch a lot of TV back home. I normally spent my free time reading."
The rest of the trip Fay went into as much detail of the Star Wars franchise that she could remember, it ended with an open invitation to go over to her house to watch the movies in the summer. The only other strange occurrence was another boy that seemed to want to enter but turned heel. Probably shy around girls, Pamela mused.
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The girls pulled down the blinds when it was announced that it would be another half hour before they reached the school. Stripping out of their casual clothes the other girls gasped at the scar across Pamela's navel. It was the only odd shaped one that didn't quite seemed to be completely healed. Pamela shrugged and told them that it was the place the killing curse rebounded. As a show of trust she even let the girls see her true skin color, they didn't seem to mind, Fay even joked that she looked like a cartoon witch that way.
Out on the platform a giant of a man speaking in very broken English called the first years over. They followed him down a winding path down to the lake. There they were told to get in, but no more than four in a boat. They were joined by a red haired boy who introduced himself as Ron Weasley. Pamela didn't trust him.
As they round a bend in the lake they were met with the most beautiful sight any of them experienced before. The Hogwarts castle stood proud and strong upon the shore illuminated by the rising moon. As they reached a curtain if ivy the large man told them to duck down, Pamela merely closed her eyes as their boat reached the ivy and it parted, for them. They walked up narrow stone steps and came to a halt at a set of doors that could easily fit five of Hagrid standing on each other's shoulders.
"The firs' years, Professor." Hagrid said after his knock was answered.
They were led to a small chamber off to the side of the main entrance, there they were told to smarten up and wait for her to return. Pamela counted down from twenty, by the time she reached nine the ghosts showed up, just like Tonks predicted. It was something she couldn't prove while she was in school.
McGonagall returned and escorted the first years to the main hall they were lined up at the front and a tattered hat was placed in front of them on a small stool, a rip appeared at the brim and it sung terribly off key. Once it was done McGonagall read named from a list. Pamela didn't really mind most of the names, but a few stood out.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Tonks had to watch over Susan one day. They went to muggle London and had the most delightful cake.
"Dunbar, Fay!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Granger, Hermione!"
"GRYFFINDOR!" that settled it for Pamela, she would fight to get into that house. A few more names passed when it was finally her turn.
"Potter, Pamela!" Sitting on the stool the world went dark.
'How odd, I haven't had a pleasure to sort one of you before.' The hat whispered inside her head.
'If you are having trouble reading me I would like to go with my friends to Gryffindor.' Pamela though back
'I am inclined towards that yes, but for the record I sorted a werewolf and a vampire before. They may not have stronger shields than you do, but Helga Hufflepuff made a provision should your type come here making you easier to read.'
'My type, you mean stubborn?'
'Plantlike actually Ms. Potter,' the brim opened again and then the hat shouted towards the hall: "GRYFFINDOR!"
Pamela thanked the hat and went to sit next to Hermione on the Gryffindor table. While the last people were sorted Pamela thought about what the hat said. She never would have assumed that she was plantlike, but now a lot more started to make sense.
The headmaster started the feast with some odd words, causing Pamela to reevaluate his sanity. Some time during the meal she found a mild irritation in her head. She followed the source back to the staff table and the nervous looking professor's turban. Her glance made the greasy haired professor to look surprisingly at the nervous professor.
"Any reason you would be staring at Prof. Snape?" Percy Weasley, the prefect asked.
"No real reason, I just noticed her seems to be lacking in hair care products." Pamela lied.
The feast ran down and the headmaster stood up again. When he reached the podium the food all disappeared, Pamela was lucky enough to grab a piece of apple crumb cake before it did.
"Now that we all fed and watered just a few Start of Term notices." He began. "For all our first years and a few of our older students, I just wish to remind you that the forest on the ground is dangerous and should be avoided and is forbidden to enter unless accompanied by a professor." His twinkling eyes met with a pair of red haired twins.
"Mr. Filch, our caretaker wishes me to remind all students that magic and a few artifacts are forbidden to use in the halls between classes or roaming. A full list of objects can be found on the wall outside his office on the ground floor." Pamela turned to the man in question and shivered slightly.
"Lastly for this year the third floor corridor on the right is restricted to all who does not wish to die a most painful death, as such the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom has been moved to the transfiguration courtyard."
He then produced a string out of his wand and led the school into singing the school's song, all using their own tune. Pamela was inclined to go with the twins on the slow funeral march, only she was too tired to even sing.
The track up to Gryffindor Tower was taking quite a while. Sure it was the straightest path, but the map Tonks gave her showed the shortcuts all over the castle, it was charmed to respond to a light tap. Now a map that would be useful was one that could show where everyone in the school was, but the magic seemed too advanced.
They reached the dorms and were ushered to bed. Once there, after getting changed, Pamela muttered under her breath the containment spell Tonks taught her. It was one that her mother taught her to keep the pollen Pamela produced from infecting those around her. Pamela was out before she even hit the pillows.
Her dreams had always been odd, once she had the opportunity to dream, the latest was that of the nervous professor accepting a task from what seemed like a snake with a human's face. Together they tried to convince Pamela to transfer to Slytherin. She refused and even went so far as to flip them both the bird.
====PPSOS====
Another chapter done
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Yes Fay is taking Ron's place in this story
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