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. This chapter contains some voyeur and self love, please take note you have been warned.
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.
For those asking, this story doesn't have a pairing only a strong friendship.
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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Stimulation
The next day at breakfast the students received their schedules, on most days they had three periods, save for Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. On Wednesdays they had four periods, three during the day and a midnight Astrology class. On Thursdays they had two morning periods and a study period, the first years had flying lessons either the first or second week. Gryffindor and Slytherin had their flying lesson together on the second Thursday. Fridays had a morning classes only, the afternoon was left free for either homework or mingling with friends.
Most classes happened twice a week all in double periods, except for Magical Theory, Astrology and History of Magic, these classes only consisted of a single period. Herbology however was held three times a week, Mondays first period. Wednesdays and Fridays had it after morning break.
As it was Wednesday they headed to Charms on the second floor room E directly after they had breakfast. Just outside the Great Hall Pamela took out her map. She tapped on the classroom in question and an arrow appeared showing them the shortest route to said room. The route took them through a wall and behind a suit of armor's tapestry. They came out next to the library and proceeded down the hall.
Flitwick was an excitable small in stature wizard. Pamela got the same vibe from him that she gotten from the goblins of Gringott's so she knew he was at least partially goblin. She gave a wicked grin when she realized this and greeted him like one would a proper goblin. He applauded her while Hermione and Fay just stared at her. Flitwick requested that she not greet him like that when others were around though. When he did role call he almost toppled over when he reached Pamela's name. The first lesson had them simply sending out puffs of multicolored smoke from their wands: Coloris Fumus.
Herbology had fourteen greenhouses each containing a variety of plants. To Pamela's dismay first year students weren't permitted to enter the any greenhouse above Greenhouse 2. Greenhouse 1 had static plants, while Greenhouse 2 held slightly more dangerous plants, like Devil's Snare. The first lesson was spent touring the different greenhouses. The more dangerous plants were secured behind locked doors. This irked Pamela to no end, she however held her tongue. She could understand that the other first years didn't share her affinity towards plants. She didn't have to like it though.
Magical Theory was interesting, considering Pamela's upbringing, most of he pure and half-blood students seemed to be bored throughout the class, it is probably because they grew up around magic. Pamela took intensive notes, should she wish to craft her own spells one day she would need this class.
Having an hour and a half before dinner was to be served, Pamela suggested to have a walk about, mostly to get a feel for the castle. Hermione declined, saying that she already memorized the map and that she would be in the library until dinner. Fay on the other hand wanted to go wet her feet in the lake. This left Pamela to explore on her own.
Deciding to head to the top floors first Pamela found the shortest route took her to a magical passage behind a tapestry on the first floor, there were very few that you just stepped through from one floor to another.
Pamela rounded a corner. Something caught her eye making her duck into a side passage. Two girls walked passed a seemingly random wall three times giggling all the time. A door appeared and the girls slipped inside, should Pamela take a guess they were around fourth or fifth year. Pamela slipped in the room and found a conveniently placed desk in a dark corner.
The two girls seemed to be locked in some type of fight trying to bite each others lips, neither seemed to be winning since soon after they began to tug at each other's clothes. This seemed to be a distracting technique, Pamela thought, because soon they were both sans clothes and going at each other again. The brunette seemed to smirk as she attacked the blonde's breasts. This seemed to do the job since the blonde threw her head back and let out a moan.
As she looked down again she seemed to have spotted Pamela's hair. She patted the brunette and pointed to the corner. Both girls then began walking towards it and pulled Pamela out from behind it.
"What are you doing here?" Blonde demanded.
"I saw you two enter and followed you." Pamela said not wanting to lie she looked straight at the blonde. "And if it is any consolidation, I think that you would've won in the end."
"Won?" the brunette turned her head sideways. "Wait you thought we were fighting?"
"Weren't you?" Pamela asked confused.
"No, we were trying to make love." The blonde shook her head, "Lesbianism is frowned upon in pure-blood families."
"Hey!" the brunette protested. "Why'd you tell her that?"
"She won't tell anyone, will you?" the girl turned to Pamela, "I'm Amber and this is Ivory."
"If you weren't fighting, I see no reason to report it, and even if you were I would probably just have pointed someone here to collect the loser." Pamela said.
"Still, just to be sure, we need an assurance policy. Strip and give us your underwear." Amber said with a gleam in her eyes.
Nodding Pamela started to take off her clothes. After she bent down to pick up her panties there was a flash. Ivory stood there holding a camera. She smirked as she took pulled the moving photo from it. She made two copies and gave one to Pamela. The picture was her standing completely naked panties in her hand looking like a deer in headlights.
"You will get your underwear back once it is washed by the house elves." Amber said, "But we are keeping these two photos, we'll burn it when we no longer have need of blackmail material."
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Pamela was in the bathroom undoing her hair when the door opened. She didn't even glance who it was, since they shared a dorm room Pamela was able to tell the girls apart, maybe it was a new ability developing, whatever it was, she wasn't complaining.
"Hey Hermione." Pamela greeted undoing the last knot Tonks made.
"That is a lot of hair, big Rapunzel fan?" Hermione attempted a joke, Pamela found it – sweet.
"Not really, my relatives didn't really see fit to cut it, and Tonks is a right mess if she had to attempt something like that. She is a metamorphmagi you see. She can change her appearance at will. Even to animals, if she really felt like it." Pamela answered. "Do you – like it?"
"It looks lovely, but I can't imagine it being really practical." Hermione confessed.
"It is a pain to clean, to be honest. Wanna cut it for me? I could do it myself, but it wouldn't be half as appealing." Pamela produced a pair of scissors.
"Wait did you carry that around the whole day?" Hermione asked taking them.
"Only when I came in here, if someone didn't show up, I might have just chopped it, unevenness be damned." Hermione gave a slight giggle then went about giving Pamela her first ever haircut.
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Astrology was in a word boring, all they did was map out stars on top of the astrology tower. Pamela, sporting her new shorter hair, couldn't help her mind wonder back to Amber and Ivory, after they took her underwear they went right back to what they were doing, not minding that Pamela was still in the room. Knowing it wasn't a fight, she began to feel – odd.
After class was dismissed they went back to the dorms, Pamela couldn't sleep and found herself in the bathroom again looking at her naked body. She ran a finger over the nubs on her chest and felt electricity run through her body, she bit her lip to try and keep the moaning down. She had washed herself before, but it never felt like this, could it be that the heat inside her body somehow made her more sensitive.
She thought back to how Amber and Ivory touched each other, hesitating only slightly she backed into one of the closed off baths, climbing inside and reached down between her legs. This area, in the past, was a reminder of the vile man that violated her numerous times, now however it was calling for her to touch it gently. She couldn't help it, she moaned in pleasure as she gently stimulated her lower lips.
Her hands moved to their own rhythm and after what felt like an eternity, but might have only been a few minutes, something build up inside of her. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to, she was too far gone. With a final pleasurable moan she felt the sensation burst sending pollen out around her and a sweet smelling nectar out of her private area.
After gaining her senses back, she redressed and went back into their room, she panicked when she saw the pollen in the air, but sighed in relief when she identified it as not being toxic, she blushed however when she heard the soft mewing coming from the other girls. This pollen somehow gave them erotic dreams. Pamela stored this information away for later use.
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The following day was truly a let down. They had Defense Against the Dark Arts the first period, Prof. Quirrell was a testing Pamela's patience with his act. She couldn't tell why she knew that he was playing pretend only that he was.
Transfiguration was on another level. When they entered there was a tabby cat sitting on the desk. It seemed rather familiar, but Pamela couldn't place it. They found their seats. Pamela noticed on the blackboard was a diagram labeled Match to Needle. She pointed it out to her friends and they began to draw the diagram. A few minutes later Ron Weasley came skidding into the room. The cat swished her tale and suddenly changed into McGonagall, that was why the cat seemed familiar, Pamela realized.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
McGonagall turned her desk into a pig and back. She then directed them towards the board and diagram. The rest of the class then copied it. The diagram was the easy part. They spend the rest of the first period taking down complicated notes on the finer points of the spell. The second period McGonagall gave each of them a match and told them to take what they learned and apply it. By the end of the period Hermione was the furthest along, Pamela came a close second.
After lunch they headed to the study hall on the first floor and did their essay on the finer points of transfiguring a match into a needle. Pamela had the distinct impression that McGonagall would know if they cheated on their project to bring a fully transfigured needle to the next class.
Friday brought them down to the dungeons for potions with the Slytherins. Pamela was really excited and no story spun could deter her from said excitement. She and Hermione made it to the class early and copied down the instructions on the board. It seemed that they would be making a simple potion to cure boils. Reaching into her bag she took out her grimoire and rubbed the jewel.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"My mother has several notes on potions and charms in my trust vault at Gringott's. I'm just checking if she has any tips for this potion." Pamela scanned the page, "Seems like this potion is straight forward except she said that after stirring keep the stirrer inside until the potion stills, it will ensure that it doesn't over stir messing with the potion."
Snape marched into the class and did a speech about the supple arts of potion making. He clearly knew what he was doing but his attitude could use a once over. After explaining the finer points of the class and doing role call, he rounded on Pamela.
"Ms. Potter, what would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Pamela was tempted to say a very long nap but instead settled for, "Assuming the other ingredients were added correctly, the addition of the asphodel would make a powerful sleeping draught known as The Draught of Living Death."
"Indeed. Where would you look to find a bezoar?" Pamela blinked, was he singling her out.
"According to chapter fourteen of Magical Drafts and Potions, it is a stone that forms in the stomach of a goat. It will help cure most poisons and is used as a key ingredient in a lot of antidotes."
"Last question, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" At this Pamela almost snorted.
"The only difference is the name professor. It also goes by the name of aconite. It is a highly toxic flower and forms a key ingredient in the wolfsbane potion that is administered to werewolves during full moon nights. It takes a highly skilled Potion Master, like yourself sir, to work with it and an equally skilled Herbologist to harvest it."
This made the Snape quiet down, he was sure that he could get more of James out of the girl, but she was closer to Lily. "The instructions is on the board, get to work on the potion."
Hermione and Pamela set to work first preparing the ingredients before even beginning the potion, a trait that Pamela unknowingly got from her mother. It was only near the end of class that an incident occurred, Neville Longbottom managed to melt Seamus' cauldron. It seemed like Snape wanted to round on Pamela and Hermione, but since they were in the front of the class and Longbottom at the back, he couldn't.
After Herbology that day, Pamela asked Sprout if she could remain in the greenhouse for the rest of the afternoon. Sprout told her to be careful, but allowed her to stay behind. When the other students left Pamela smiled down at the plants and whispered to them. She told them all about her discoveries and the pleasures of touching herself. An observer wouldn't have heard the exchange, Pamela had learned during her stay at The Little Shop of Horrors, a name that stuck since Tonks mentioned it, that she didn't need to say anything out loud. The plants responded to her thoughts, perfectly.
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